All alone up in a forest stood a small cabin. The sound of hatred and remorse range through the halls of that small cottage of Felmesh. Blood stained the the white walls red and the roof unsteady. No life to see, and no light to shine through its borded windows. This cabin was part of horror stories and rumors. No human finger has touched the handles of the doors in over one hundred long, dark years. Until one fearless man dared to enter the doors of Shalmeck Cabin. The floors creaked with each hesitant step. A rat scurries across his foot and out the dark maple door he had just entered. “Hello?” he said. Which echoed back into the ears of young Jacob Jones. An inspired writer looking for and escape from a blocked inspiration. The cabin he entered has stories to tell and secrets to be told....