The Cottage of Lost Souls

Warning. If you ever get lost in the woods and find a cottage with smoke coming

from the chimney, turn around and run. This man didn't listen.

Mark's GPS died on a backroad in the middle of nowhere. Three hours of walking through dense forest

and complete darkness. Then he saw it. A small cottage with warm light glowing through

the windows. He knocked. The door creaked open. An old woman stood

there. Frail. Hunched over. Smiling too wide. She invited him

in for tea while she called for help. The house smelled like copper and something rotten

underneath floral air freshener. She served him cookies. Homemade, she said.