Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six Novels & Stories

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

My mom had always told me memories couldn’t be bought, and no amount of money could make up for the experiences we created as a family. She was right about all of that, but when we arrived at what Aaron called his “hunting cabin,” my jaw dropped. The “cabin” was more like a lodge, with eight bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, two living rooms, three entertainment rooms, and a bunch of other things like a sauna and a cinema that I couldn’t even wrap my mind around. It wasn’t ski season in Aspen––the summer was winding down, and the slopes, although covered in snow, weren’t open. Aaron hadn’t come here to ski. He’d come here to spend time with his son and escape the demands of everyday life

From that moment on, I decided to take her advice and take our relationship one step at a time and see where it goes and to enjoy every moment while I could. On Memorial Day weekend, we took advantage of an offer from a friend of mine to use his lakeside cabin. Something had come up and he couldn't use it so he offered it to me and I jumped at the chance so Tina and I took the ninety minute drive to enjoy a long weekend. The place was gorgeous and was much more than a cabin. It had four bedrooms, four baths, a hot tub in a screened in porch, outdoor kitchen and was a little secluded. The upstairs master bedroom had a balcony that overlooked a small lake. Our closest neighbors were hundreds o

The ride felt like it took an eternity, when the bus finally came to a halt the doors hissed open and the class poured out. "Listen up!" Professor Evans barked, "The main lodge is off-limits after ten. Group cabin assignments are posted on the notice board. Grab your gear and get moving before the temperature drops." Our group stuck together as we hauled our duffel bags down the dirt path toward Cabin 4. It was a single-room log cabin with five twin beds, a small stone fireplace and a dusty rug in the center. The second the heavy wooden door shut behind us, the silence inside became deafening. Maya immediately dropped her bag onto a bed, her back completely turned to me as she unzipped her p