It must have been one of the hottest days in his life. He was trudging back to his new home from the grocery store under the blazing July heat, and was sweating profusely in the humid, triple-digit-degree weather. Although it was almost nightfall, the temperature had stayed consistent throughout the day. Jorge’s shorts and t-shirts were sticking onto him like glue, and he felt like he was wearing heavy winter apparel, rather than light summer clothes. Jorge had lived in this new neighborhood for two weeks now and he was fairly comfortable with the layout of the place. He needed a quick way back to his home to escape the heat, so he looked for a trail into the woods that he believed would lead to the other side, where he resided. He walked along…show more content… But as he went deeper into the woods, he noticed that the trail became less obvious and was faded the farther he went. The trail eventually became so faded to a point where Jorge had given up and started to turn back, thinking that he had missed a turn somewhere along the route. He was about to head back when he noticed a dark, gloomy, run down and weather worn cabin with almost half of the roof missing. Jorge has always been the curious one, wanting to explore. Assuming the cabin was empty and deserted, he doubted there would be any danger in probing around the house. As Jorge approached the cabin, he noticed right away that the wood was rotten. He was more curious than ever and walked through what once used to be a doorway. As soon as he walked into the house, he felt a mysterious presence among him, but ignored it, thinking it was just some of the fear gripping onto him. The house was damp and dark. He pulled out his smartphone and turned the flashlight on, moved it around and saw that he was in a kitchen and a living room. He noticed it was mostly empty, except for a kitchen countertop table and a cupboard filled with rusty kitchen pots and…show more content… Before he knew it, he fell down along with the wood and landed in a room below. He was paralyzed for the moment and he couldn't move. He was frightened, yet he remained calm. He snapped out of paralysis and observed the room around him. Luckily, he had held onto his phone, with the flashlight still working. The room reeked of rotten meat, and Jorge wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. He looked around and noticed a rope hanging from the ceiling, close to the hole that he had created. He approached the rope. As he got closer the smell of rotten meat had gotten stronger. As he started for the rope the smell had gotten so bad that he could almost taste it. He was almost halfway up the rope when he felt like someone was watching him. He knew nobody was in the cabin, but he stopped climbing and looked down. He couldn't believe what he saw. He was shocked. Jorge knew nothing was there when he started for the rope. But now there was and he realized where the smell was coming from. It was from a dead body. A woman, with clothes darkened and torn was lying near the rope. The whites of her eyes directly in the path of
