The Cabin in the Woods

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  • Published: 13 May 2017
  • Updated: 7 Jun 2017
  • Status: Complete
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.


19. Chapter 19 - (Marty's P.O.V)

I was immensely worried for what they would do to her. When Jackie and I had been captured in our most recently finished case, I swear I could have injured someone so dearly...but it just wasn't me. I didn't like to get into to fights unless it was necessary. But this was necessary, wasn't it?


We reached the gate and walked up the stone path, to the front door. Wesley allowed me to enter first and then closed the door after entering himself. Ignoring the destroyed room as Wesley passed it, he marched over to the telephone on the wall and contacted police headquarters. I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed a t-shirt that sat on a jumble of clothes on my chair and pulled it over my head. Once I had made it fit comfortably I set off for the main level when I heard voices from downstairs. The chief's voice.


I must have been caught up in my thoughts for a while, or the chief got here in a flash. He was apologizing profusely, saying that it was his fault that Jackie was gone at the moment. However, Wesley wouldn't accept it and assured the chief that it was not his fault whatsoever. As I finally reached the bottom of the stairs I caught Wesley and the head of police exchanging goodnights, and the soft thud as the door closed. I wonder what else the chief had said. Did he offer his help? Did he say he couldn't, that he was caught up with something else? Did Wesley mention the secret path in which we discovered not long ago? So many questions I needed the answer to, and there was only one that truly mattered; was Jackie okay?


(Jackie's P.O.V)

Darkness. Everywhere I looked was pitch black, and every time I turned my head to look somewhere else my head throbbed terribly. All I could clearly remember was being pulled off the couch, basically dragged out the door and pulled into a car. From there things were a bit blurry since I had just woken up, but I do recall a sharp pain erupting in my head. Most likely something hard and solid to knock me out. And that's when everything had gone black like when you shut your eyes as you go to sleep.


Now here I am in some dark room, and I could be anywhere within the country. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't all that scared. I mean, yes, I was scared to be with these men whom I'm certain are the kidnappers of Frank, but nothing had happened yet. They hadn't harmed me, hadn't threatened me....I was honestly more worried for Marty and Wesley. What if they found me here but the men caught them too? What would happen to them? Hopefully nothing bad. I had attempted to get up earlier but learned that it didn't help the pounding in my head. It felt as though it would explode any moment. I did however run my hands along the wall that I rested on. There was the feeling of rough wood like it had been eaten away by some animal.


For the past who knows how long I had been feeling the wall, floor, and picking at any loose pieces of wood I could find, twirling them with my fingers. The only time I hitched my breath was when I heard footsteps or voices nearby. Maybe they were coming to get me, or maybe they were passing by. Either way, I felt that sudden urge to call for help even though I knew nobody was near enough to hear me. After another short while of sitting, I heard a small herd of footsteps approaching my way. I brought my knees up to my chest and clasped my hands to my chins, taking a deep breath in. There was a jumble of voices, some I could tell in other languages and others in English. Then it was silent once more, and I exhaled.


But then my back straightened as I heard the click click click of the door knob being turned, and the squeak of the hinges as the door was opened. A dim light filled the room, casting eerie shadows in the corners and behind the door. A man, a monster of a man entered, causing a shiver to run through me although it was warm in the room. He was tall, oh so tall, was so big with muscle, and scary that I couldn't contain the squeak that emitted from my mouth.


He looked over at me, grinning madly. "I'll get her," he said.

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