The Legend of Youngs Corner XIV

PART XIV
Breaking an Entry

Nobody moved. Any second, we knew the shinning barrel of a shotgun would appear from the door and end us all. The old woman would show that same grin that day at my house, as she would do away with us. But no gun shots came, no cloaked figure appeared from the door. So where was the old woman, was she asleep? Surely the dog would have woken up and given us away. Nothing happened, nobody moved. Eventually one of us did shine our flashlight into the cabin. We could make out a few objects, but nothing definite. A closer search must be done, but who was to venture forth?

Bob, Nicholas, and Gaeten were already committed, and with them I and Nico joined. The others remained by the entrance, our only defense against whatever was still lurking in the dark forest. We stood in front of the screen door. Nicholas stretched forth his hand and opened the screen door, revealing an even more foreboding darkness. We were afraid, to tell you the truth. We did not risk raising our flashlights too fast in fear of the woman waking up, if indeed this was her resting place. But once we could recognize there were many ladders scattered about on the floor, we knew this place was abandoned. We entered, but not without any less of a heightened sense of caution. As I said, there were ladders, old, rotten ladders on the floor. In the far back corner there was a bike, it looked old, it had a genuine 70’s style and the bars were heavily rusted. The cabin was large, about 10 feet across, and no more than 10 feet wide. Only 2 windows were present and no form of electricity seemed to be available, save for a broken circuit-breaker box mounted by the door.

On the right wall, there were many shelves. Candles were placed about them, almost according to height. On one shelf, there was an assortment of tools, old, wooden and metal tools, each placed delicately in an organized fashion. Below the shelving rested a couch. Many holes appeared on the cushions, surely mice have made it their home. An old quilt spread across the couch, it looked homemade, and featured bright, simple colors, all stained from the test of time. In front of the back wall lay a small wood stove. A single cast iron pot and ladle rested on top. The ceiling was composed of intricate catwalks, holding wooded crates and many miscellaneous objects that we could not decipher at the time. There were many newspapers stacked in a pile by the back wall, the most recent one from 1998, 3 years before. We made our way back to the front door and stopped by a large, very gothic looking chest. The lock had been removed, but when we opened it, nothing was to be found except for a mouse nest. Satisfied that we had found no danger or threat, we walked to the screen door. We opened the door, stepped back outide and saw our group waiting for us, all silent. Ben approached us, “We have found something,” he said and gestured towards our left. When we looked, complete shock froze our nerves, as we realized we were being watched. There were the two other cabins…