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.


3. Chapter 3 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

My name—my full name—is Jackie Ann Steren. I am the youngest out of our group, being 17, and am also the shortest with a height of 5'5 feet. I have silky brown hair that falls just to my shoulders, and brown eyes to match with my hair. And in my opinion, I find myself pretty fit. To describe myself in a more personality sort of way, I could start off by saying that I am a very cautious person. Tonight I believe I am definitely demonstrating just that. I've been walking with such care for the past who knows how long, looking for Marty and Wesley while also making sure I don't run into anything that I wouldn't want to; aka the bad guys. And why is it that I haven't been able to locate my friends sooner, you may wonder? Well that is because I have wanted to be as careful as possible, so careful that I have been taking my sweet time to make sure that I don't bump into anything or fall loudly enough to cause a commotion since that would probably alert the opposing team. And I would make sure to not let that happen, because who wants to be the person who ruins everything? Not me.


I am very confident to say that I am a trustworthy person, whether it be with keeping secrets, taking care of an issue, or whatever that might require a trustful person, I'm that girl. There are moments, though, when it is extremely hard to keep a secret, especially when it's Marty's or Wesley's. If Marty was to tell me something that he wanted only me to know, it was hard to keep it to myself and not tell Wesley. Or vice versa. But, how about I tell you a little secret. The only thing, you must keep it to yourself. Nobody else can know. Not your parents, siblings, not even your closest of friends. If you do, I will hunt you down and haunt you till the end of your days.....did I spook you? Haha, good. Alright now, lean in. This secret belongs to Marty, and I've been sort of dying to tell someone. Anyhow, he has a....well, an extra part I suppose you could say. Not that! God, you dirty minded people you.


Marty has a, um, an extra toe. What's the big deal about that? you may ask. Well, that's not all, if you could believe it. He sort of has a name for it. He calls it, um, Marty Junior, and sometimes goes as far as talking to it. Well, at least I think he does. He's either singing or talking to that thing when he's in the shower. I don't know. Quite frankly I don't want to.


Moving on, some people will say that I am kind hearted, which I can agree with. I'm not self centred, you know. I actually put my friends and family first, or anyone really. Or at least sometimes I do. But you know when you've got to think for yourself at times. Say, in a bad situation for example. I mean bad like getting caught by the people we're trying to arrest. That is when I have to consider ways to get out and such, for me to reach safety. But there are situations when I'm not capable of doing anything, and that's when I have Marty and Wesley do the thinking. There are many stories I could tell you, but I suppose I must get on with what's currently happening in this old house, and why I'm here.

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