The Silent Path

The forest was silent. Too silent for comfort. Arjun heard the

old path beyond Blackstone Hill was cursed. But a strange curiosity pulled him

deeper into the woods. Moonlight fell through branches, his muffled steps

swallowed by the earth. Then he saw it a cabin, its wood rotting.

Leaning into the dark. A sickly green light burned inside. Inside,

a single lantern burned. On the table, a notebook. It was filled

with names, each neatly crossed out. The last name on the page

was his own. Arjun. The lantern flickered violently, then went out