Third Person P.O.V.
The sun had climbed high into the sky by the time Bella’s car rolled to a quiet halt in the clearing outside the infamous cabin. She had never been here before, but she’d heard enough about it from Claire and Aiden to know it wasn’t a place for the faint-hearted. Still, their descriptions hadn’t done justice to the eerie chill that hung thick in the air. The area was unnaturally quiet. No birdsong. No rustling wind. Just the haunting creak of old wood and the occasional crunch of gravel beneath her tires.
Bella turned off the engine, her eyes glued to the ragged silhouette of the cabin ahead. The building was smaller than she expected, dark and jagged like a splinter in the earth. Weather-worn wood groaned beneath the weight of age, but oddly, the windows glimmered wi
