After what seems like another hour, with dusk now well and truly descending, you finally

had enough, but just as you get up to leave, you hear something creaking behind you.

You turn round to find that the front door is now open.

Hello. Hearing busy noises from inside, you peer through the opening and cannot believe

your eyes. Just inside the door, you can see the end of a table laden with cakes and bright

coloured sweets, and you can smell them too. The sweet aroma of chocolate and gingerbread,

unable to bear it any longer, you push open the door and step into the cabin, only to

now find yourself in a dark and empty room. Everything you saw has gone. The cakes and sweets

replaced with nothing but a grey muddy floor dotted with puddles of stagnant water, surrounded

by four walls of rotten wood, covered in green slimy moss. You rush back to the doorway,

but to your utter horror, the door slam shut before you can get there. And now all is

black, say for a small shard of light coming in through a broken window to the side.

You grab for the door, pulling desperately at the handle, but it just won't budge. Help

you scream, banging on it with all your strength. Then you turn to the window, but just as you're

about to move over to it, you see something in the corner that stops you in your tracks.

And only then do you realise that you were not alone in the cabin. You take a small step back,

your eyes widening, there's something begins to emerge from out of the shadows. Oh God,

you cry to yourself. As it steps out, one rotesply distended limb at a time. The many segments

of which twist and bend in incomprehensible ways, as it moves towards you with unstinting purpose.

Then you see its eyeless face and the contorted drooling opening that appears like a rip in the

skin right across it, and catch a glimpse of the many sharp, oddly metallic, serrated things within

it. In terror, you run back to the door, screaming for help, screaming to be let out, but nobody comes,

...