The Cabin Watcher

fuck me in my tight ass in the mountains and discovered an abandoned cabin on it.

The previous owner never mentioned it. Inside I found a journal dated from

last month. The entries described someone living there and watching the main house.

My house. It detailed my daily routine. What time I left for work.

When I came home. What I ate for dinner. The last entry was from three days ago.

It said the cabin was getting too cold and they needed to find somewhere warmer to stay.

That night I heard my basement door creak open. I live alone and never use my basement.

I called the police but they found nothing. Sometimes I still hear footsteps down there.