"Come with me, you've got to see this. They said there were 5 cabins but I've found number 6!" For 3 days I'd sat, sequestered with my pen. I was restless and bored, he needn't tell me again. I ached for adventure, a trek sounded good. So blindly I followed him through the dense wood. I think we hiked for at least 4 miles, Scratches from thorns had replaced all of my smiles. Deep into the forest, it was as dark as the night. Vibrant trees gave way to those starving for light. A break in the foliage gave way to a shack. The moment I saw it, I wanted to turn back. "This door is locked. I will try a window." "I'd rather not." I replied, as I shook my head no. "Beautiful coward" he assured, "I will protect you." To which I countered, "Lets leave so you won't have to." Either he thought me not serious, or just didn't care, He found a broken pane and let himself in there. I remained outside until the place began to glow. Then I stood transfixed until I heard him bellow. Instincts drove me from the scene of the attack, Until a woman's shriek caused me to look back. Alive was the thicket, it enveloped that hut, Obstructing all access; every escape route was shut. I could hear him weep from within nature's jail. In the distance a banshee continued to wail. Her desperate cries, a paralyzing sound. I covered my ears and fell to the ground. A minute, an hour, or maybe almost a day, How long I lay there, I just couldn't say. All was quiet when I opened my eyes. However, that alone was not the surprise. Cabin 6 in the woods, it was no longer there. It and its prisoner disappeared into thin air.