My entire body froze up at the sight of Allison, the shock of it feeling as though I’d taken a kick to the gut.
How was I meant to get out of this? I needed to leave before she saw my face. Her reaction to me being here with her alone could trigger the very event I was desperately trying to prevent.
But I quickly ran out of time to think of a plan.
“...Who’s there?” Allison called out, her voice sounding almost sleepy.
It looked as though she’d been meditating or... praying? Perhaps for a long time if the grogginess in her voice was anything to go by. But the most shocking part was that she apparently had full faith in her safety inside Ashwood. She didn’t even bother to turn around and look at who’d entered.
She seemed so... defenceless sitting before me.
It was a thought that renewed the feeling of being drawn to the cabin again.
But it wasn’t a feeling of fear or curiosity, I realised. Rather, it was one of motivation and drive. Of... violence. A part of me must have recognised the
