“Then Clay snapped the door lock. It was a simple one—apparently, with all the traps, the owner didn’t expect anyone to get close enough to try the door. Clay went in first, looking and listening and sniffing. I waited until he’d checked all through the small cabin and came out to say he was absolutely sure it was empty. Then I stationed Morgan on the porch and slipped inside. Clay had lit a lantern. I didn’t make it past the hall before I stopped. I stood there, gaping into the main room. If th...e old woman with the nightgown and rifle looked like something from a cartoon, this looked like a set from a horror movie. Our blond heroine, having miraculously survived chasing a knife-wielding vandal into the forest, soon finds herself lost. She stumbles through the snow until, in the distance, she sees lights. It’s a cabin. An unoccupied cabin, to be sure, but she’s freezing—being half-naked in a snowstorm can do that do you. So she rushes toward the cabin, finds it unlocked and stumbles in gratefully, then looks up to see… Dead animals.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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