The 23 year old hiker Marcus Jameston had decided to go on a hike in a small community hiking trail. Although it was in bad shape, he didn't mind the growth of nature around him.

He was walking along the trail while listening to some music on his phone but had lost track of time.

Before he knew it, the sun was setting and he had walked 5 miles. He started to walk back from where he came from but didn't recognize anything as he walked back.

The dark had come and he only had his phone flashlight. As he kept walking, he was relieved to see a cabin nearby.

The cabin was dark inside and looked worn down. He could barely make out the outside of the home before his phone had died.

Without a second thought, he knocked on the door of the cabin.

No one answered...

He tried again...

Nothing.

The door was unlocked and he went inside. A small bed awaited in the middle of the room.

Marcus said to himself. "I'm sure the owner will understand why I am here. If anything, the owner is probably dead."

Marcus walked into the cabin and laid down on the bed with a sigh of relief. He tried sleeping, but felt uneasy about the smiling paintings around him.

His tiredness had overcome him though, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The sun had risen, and he was surprised to deal the light and warmth hit his face.

When he was well aware of his surroundings, the walls were covered with windows.


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