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Cabin Life

November 17, 2011
By JessicaLSimpson94 SILVER, Everett, Washington
JessicaLSimpson94 SILVER, Everett, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, so that whosoever loves him shall not persih but have eternal life.<br /> Live as if you were to die tomorrow, Love as if you were to live forever.


Somewhere deep in the woods lays a cabin and this cabin holds dark secrets of pain and misery. Death has occurred many times here. The inside walls are covered with blood, stained to the core, it seeps through the panels and drips from above. If you listen closely you can hear people screaming for mercy and help. Men and women, young and old beg for mercy. Shackles hang from the ceiling, clinking sinisterly together when the wind blows. Tools of torture are laid out neatly on the tables; some are still wet with blood. Others have dried and crusted blood clinging to the cold hard metal. Doesn’t matter if the blades on some instruments are rusted, all the more to cause people pain. The bodies left over from the ruthless slaughtering are eaten by either the person, or its dogs. Bones and all are devoured, so that no trace of the human is left there. If a police officer were to happen upon this house, they would think it merely to be a slaughter house for pigs. The person who runs this joint is a well kept man who wears nice clothes and tidy hair. If you were to happen upon the man, you wouldn’t think that he is a murderer. True he does kill, but he isn’t the only one. This man has a right hand man who does most of the slaughtering. Both men are cannibals who want the same thing. Human meat, with blood on the side to drink. The man you would see when your about to die is very different from the aristocratic man. He’s grimy, with greasy hair and unkempt, blood stained clothes. His teeth are a dentist worst nightmare. The stench of blood and decaying flesh rolls off of him in such a powerful wave, people with weak stomachs retch a hundred times before they die. To be clear, the death they deal you here is not a fast death where they chop off your head and be done with it. Combine all the saw movies and Texas chain saw massacre and double it. Death is slow, torturous, painful and maniacal. Friend is pitted against friend and family member against family member. You can scream and cry until blood comes out of your eyes, but nobody will come to help you. It is well known that the people who go into that cabin, never come back out alive.


The author's comments:
Critique if you want to, it's my first short story.

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