My brain froze for a second as i opened the door to the cabin. The air was cold and the forest around it seemed inhospitable. Every piece of furniture in the cabin was covered in a solid layer of dust and was probably untouched for a few decades. _“At least i now understand why my parents wanted to sold this place”_ I thought to myself. But I’m glad they didn’t. This place was my only way out of the death trap he, the killer, put up for me. I feel so alone… I miss my family and my life… Everyone always told me to stay out of having personal things with criminals… but how could i even-… he was my best friend, I couldn’t let him down… But i have to deal with it now. If they catch me here, I will go to jail for helping him out, for not telling them everything i found… I look over to the old fireplace in the back of the cabin. For a moment I’m considering lighting it up, but that idea quickly leaves my head because it’s too risky. The smoke could tell where I am. I put down my enormous backpack with everything i took with me and start cleaning the kitchen, the dust slowly disappearing. I put my sleeping bag on the bed and light up the lantern on the beside table. I never thought I would end up like this but it happened and I will deal with it. With the cold outside increasing and my body feeling more tired with each passing minute, the best idea will be to sleep through it to the next day. I don’t even take off my jacket as I slowly get into the sleeping bag. The feeling of the cold slowly spreading through my body hurts, but I somehow manage to close my eyes. It’s so cold that I’m not even sure if I don’t freeze to death, but I slowly fall asleep, hoping the next day will be better…