The Cabin Collects Caretakers

River's camera catches her fall down the muddy slope, ankle twisting with a sickening crack.

Night swallows the forest whole. She finds the cabin because it wants to be found.

Inside, three names carved into rotting wood: Sam, Alex,

Derrick. Her flashlight flickers across old photographs. Same faces. Different decades.

Same cabin. Same injuries. Then she sees it. Her own name freshly scratched beneath

theirs. The camera drops. Static. When the footage resumes,

River is carving the next name into the wood, smiling with eyes that aren't hers

anymore. The cabin doesn't trap victims. It collects caretakers.