I drove my beat up old truck up the winding dirt road, towards my pop's old hunting cabin. The radio kept me company, as I drove deeper into the woods.
My old man had suggested I take some time in the cabin to relax and recover. I had been working my ass off on a new project at work. Coming home to find my dick of a boyfriend balls deep in my ex-best friend had been the last thing I needed after a long work week. After kicking them both out of my flat, along with his things, I had called my mom to vent my broken heart. It was then my pops suggested the break, without being told twice, I packed my bag and set off.
The cabin was deep in the middle of a thick woods. It had been the family for a while, my old man had joked about it being mine soon. Best thing about it was the privacy, no other houses for miles around. Only down side was the phone signal was poor, meaning no internet. The preppy buzz of my phone going off, drew my attention from the road. It was Mike, again. The prick had called non- stop, the one time I answered he started begging me to take him back. I only canceled the call, ignoring any other calls from him as I drove. With a groan, I turned back to the road.
Pulling up to the cabin, the radio signal got choppy, leading to Mike's constant calls to stop. Grabbing my phone and my backpack from the truck, I took a deep breath of fresh air, before heading inside. My folks had been kind enough to make sure the cabin was stocked for my visit. I would only have to worry about chopping firewood, which would be a nice little stress reliever. Chucking my pack on the bed, I set about getting settled.
As I took my pent up frustration out on chopping wood. The sudden feeling someone was watching me, caused me to miss swing, burying the ax into the thick stump that was used as the chopping block. With a soft curse, I turned around. Frowning when I saw only the dark tree line. Shaking my head, I gathered the chopped wood, before heading inside.
The crackle of the fire filled the house, filling it with the pleasant smokey scent of burning wood. Feeling cozy as the night drew close, I set about getting ready for bed. I stripped out of my red plaid shirt, worn jeans and boots. Leaving on my faded band T and panties. I had been self conscious about my large bust and wide hips. It had been something I told Mike about when we started dating, he had said it was a non issue. Yet he was quick to call me a fat cow as he stood on the sidewalk. I ran my hand over my stomach, there was a tiny bit of extra weight, I was not as toned as the girl he had been fucking, but there was no way I was large. I let down my shoulder length black hair from the pony-tail I had kept it up in while I worked. Feeling fully relaxed, I padded back into the living room to settle down with a good book.
I had been deep into a steamy romance, the female lead had just begun to be railed by a hot pirate captain, I ran a hand into my panties as I read, when a loud bang made me jump out of my seat. Dropping my book, I rushed over to the window. It was too dark outside to see what made the noise. "Stupid owls." I grumbled, remembering my pops mentioning about having an issue with the birds hitting the side of his house a few years ago. I walked back to my book, picking it up, and settling back down to continue where I left off. As soon as I sat down, there was a deep low howl from outside that made my blood run cold. My eyes darted back to the window, only to see the dark once more.
