The car drove up the gravel road. With a crunch it stopped. The passenger climbs out and calls to the others, “We’re here! Get out and help unload.” The side doors open, and two boys get out. They open the trunk and bring the bags inside. The cabin is an old, wooden structure, with a slight oppressed look to it. The boys look at the cabin and one says, “I hate this place.” The one spoken to nods. When all the bags are brought in, the two boys go into their room, jump on their beds, and fall asleep, not even bothering to brush their teeth. On the other side of the cabin, whispers come from a bedroom. “...food...make me hungry...have to resist…” A voice said, sounding starved. The lights go out, and a voice clearly states, “Wait until tomorrow.” …show more content…
Bored, he decided to investigate the bloodstains in the basement. What he found, was way beyond what he imagined. Blood caked the walls, a bright, glistening red. It looked like it dried long ago, but curiosity surpassed his ever growing fear. He walked forward, through the door to the next room, a storage room. Suddenly Hilton falls to his knees, shocked to see the piles of bones lining the walls and floor. Hilton races to his feet, rushes up the stairs, and bursts out the door. He looks around looking for a way to the lake, when suddenly, a ear splitting scream tore through the air! Hilton races to his left, where the scream came from. Hilton races through the woods, slapping branches away from his face, jumping over bushes, and racing around trees. Suddenly, he hears a gut wrenching slick and then another scream, weaker than the first. Hilton hides behind a thick tree, and peers around the trunk. What he sees terrifies him. His brother Patch lies on the ground, blood pouring from his neck and stomach where deep cuts and gashes are. His brother’s eyes are glazed over, and Hilton knows that he is dead. But the other thing terrifies him more. His parents sitting next to Patch’s body, each tearing out organs and flesh, and eating it. A bloody knife speckled with gore lies next to them. Hilton lets out a whimper. His mother squeals when Mr. Carson gets a particularly tasty treat. Mr. Carson digs in, and Hilton throws up. His parents jerk their heads his way, and spot Hilton. They run towards him silently, which to Hilton was scarier than them screaming. He runs, going back the way he came, Hilton runs through the woods, crying because he left his brother behind. But some survival instinct kicks in, keeping Hilton ahead of his parents. Hilton races inside the cabin and slams the door, locking it and then breathlessly slumping against it. Suddenly a knife