The Cabin in the Woods

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  • Published: 13 May 2017
  • Updated: 7 Jun 2017
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Privington, Ashville not only holds the most interesting records of criminals, but it also is the home to the three young detectives; Marty, Wesley, and Jackie. After closing down yet another stolen goods operation, the trio is called upon to take on another task. However, this time it's different, and later on known to be extremely dangerous.

Chief Blanton, of the Privington Police Department, has given the young sleuths the task of finding his son, who has disappeared. Of course they accept, not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into. When Jackie gets kidnapped, will the trio decide to back off or will they fight on? Will they find the chief's son, or will they fail?

Read on to dive deeper into this mystery.


17. Chapter 17 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

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Throughout the next few hours we made a plan as to what we were to do in order to help Frank. That note may have been a threat, but it only gave us more reason to go. Although it might scare us a little, we love it when we get notes or calls as warnings. It means our competition is being cautious—basically they're scared. They know we're onto them.


Anyhow, the plan. The plan was this exactly: first thing tomorrow morning (well, at least by eight o'clock) we'd grab our already packed supplies that would be needed and head to the secret pathway again. From there we'd edge around the greenery where we could be well hidden, but could still see and be watchful of any guards. Then we'd head for the back of the house which is where we assume we'd find a door. From there we'd have to sort of guess and go. We'd needed to guess that it was the right time to enter, and go and find Frank.


All the while we'd have to be careful—extremely careful. We saw what those characters had done to Frank. If one of us got caught, we were done for—well, maybe. We do tend to have a knack of finding our way around things. I had a feeling that with our smarts combined together, we'd do just fine.


We had already packed everything we needed in a small, worn out bag that I had left stuffed in the corner of my closest. We packed some water, flashlights, batteries for the flashlights, and of course Marty stuffed some snacks inside too. Marty, Wesley, and I were sat in the living room, going over the plans silently in our heads.


"I think we're set," I said, turning my head that was facing the ceiling so I could look at Marty and Wesley.


"Mhm. I think so too," Wesley agreed. "Everything's packed then?"


"You betcha. It's all in my bag." By now it was six o'clock. I turned to lay in a different position and was surprised to not feel much pain at all.


I let out a sigh of content and snuggled my head into the pillow that rested under me.


"How're you feeling, Jackie?" Marty spoke out. "Quite well to be honest. My side hurts even less."


"That's good. How's about you get some rest?"


"I don't know." I let out a small laugh. "I've been doing much of that lately." What was lately? Once or twice? In all honesty I could go for a nice nap. I was a bit tired, all cuddled up in the nice, soft cushions...


"I think it would be good. I mean, you're already dozing." My eyelids were becoming heavy. Maybe some sleep was a good idea.


I mumbled a 'yeah' and I shut my eyes. Aw man did it feel good to close my eyes. I heard a shuffle of feet approach me, and then a soft, warm blanket was spread out on my figure. I heard the steady breathing of someone come closer and closer to my face. Then a small peck on the forehead. Oh man my face must have been red like a beet by now.


"Goodnight," came the soft yet deep voice of Marty. I smiled back at him, my eyes still closed. The heat that I felt radiate off of Marty was suddenly gone, and I shivered.


After that, I allowed sleep to take over. It was a really good sleep, a nice, silent, dreamless sleep. The only time that I was disturbed was when I heard voices. Voices and hurried feet.


It must have been much later or extremely early seeing as I was alone in the living room, and just a shimmer of light came through the window. I opened my eyes and looked around in the darkness. Nobody was there. Well, not until I saw someone round the corner. What scared me the most was the fact that it wasn't Marty nor Wesley.


I kept my eyes trained on the imposter. I was frozen, scared, whatever else you could use to describe the feeling of knowing you were alone with a stranger. Especially one that you have a good feeling is not here for a kind hello.


I pulled the covers over my face so I couldn't be seen, but so that I could see them. The figure moved to the bookshelf first, rummaging around, looking for something. I assumed it was a man; they had broad shoulders and short dark hair, wore dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, and was very tall. Using the little bit of light that peered through a window I was able to see how big the guy actually was. He was built, very well built, yet not what you might call jacked.


He tossed a shelf full of books to the ground but stopped as he heard a creak from another room. I heard him catch his breath and saw him stand stalk still, waiting for whatever it was to come and find him. I hoped it was Marty. Or Wesley.


To my great disappointment and fear yet another man joined the first in the living room. They spoke in hushed tones, and from what I could deduce it was obviously about something important and was vital.


Finally finishing the clearing of the shelf of all books and decorations, they moved over to the coffee table. I held my breath the whole time. I was surprised enough that they hadn't found me yet. A lump stretched out to almost the whole length of the couch? I would be suspicious. I felt the heat of one of the men radiate onto me as he was so close. And then I felt something brush my leg. If I was scared before I was far beyond that now. I was completely still, not moving a muscle. I allowed a slow, careful breath out as the men continued to talk as if nothing had happened.


I heard a soft thump as papers were thrown to the carpeted floor, and the more audible sound of glass breaking. This is when I wish Marty and Wesley were not heavy sleepers, for I was bound to be found sooner or later. There was a louder thud as the table was flipped to see if there was any other hidden drawers or compartments. I heard whispered curses of frustration.


What was it they were looking for? Heavy footsteps walked away from the living room, but I was sure that I felt the presence of someone else in there with me. I ever so slightly took a glance over the edge of the blanket and saw the first man rummaging through the flipped table and scattered papers. As he turned around to reach some other object, he tripped and fell.


On me.


I squeaked at the contact and rolled off the couch. I tried to escape the jumble of tangled blanket that had me all tied up in someway. My panic certainly didn't help. I finally got the wretched material off of me, and as I looked up I caught the man peering at me.


"Roger!" he called not too loud, scrambling to reach me.


I let out a little scream and backed up, away from the man. Unfortunately I hadn't thought of the wall behind me and when my back made contact with it, I knew I was screwed.


"Marty! Wesley!" I cried.




On other notes, one of my favourite actors, Roger Moore, has passed away. R.I.P you legend. Forever will be remembered. <3


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