The Grim Room

CHAPTER 36 and 37

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The Chevelle was parked outside of the cabin. The place stood back behind many pine trees; the roof was covered in puffy snow. Tall oak trees lined the dirt driveway, which was covered in Fall leaves from September and October. But now snow covered much of this debris. A snow-covered deck and a huge cedar door faced them. There were several windows upstairs, thick beige curtains drawn. 

As Chris started pulling out their luggage haphazardly, Rebecca jumped out and walked over to the old rubber mat in front of the door. She lifted it and found the same ancient silver key they’d used forever.

            Inside, it was dark. The log walls were old and smelled musky; the scent of dirty, damp forest. The logs were interlocked with each other, crisscrossed. Rebecca flipped a switch. A dim light we…