Snippet #4303

The wind sweep throught the tree tops on a late and cloudy afternoon. A well worn and often used path winds its way through the roots and trunks of the trees. This place is well known and well traveled, but for most who walk this route, they see only the path. Most missout on the hidden secrets that whisper to themas they trudge along in ignorance.

The babble of a stream not far away, goes unheared. The shadowy entrance to a cave system peeks through the folage, but still goes unseen. An old rock lined overgrown path leads of to the side, but no feet tread upon it. These places where known once, but know they're almost forgotten ghosts.

The creaking of the shutters is the only thing that sometimes catches the ear of a traveler passing by, but it's been a very long time since anyone came to the cabin. A long time since anyone has stood on the old pine porce. A long time since anyone opened the heavy oak door. A long time since since anyone started a fire in the hearth. A long time since anyone remembered who lived here.

All that could change this night, for the day grows dark, not from the setting sun, but the coming storm. Do you as a traveller this night try to fight through the rain, or do you take the path, go past the caves, cross the stream, and enter the cabin?