One hundred and seventy-four

Scary Saturday – in the cabin in the woods alone with the mice and the spiders

It’s dark and quiet.  I have a headlamp, my notebook and pen to keep me company.  I wonder what creatures will enter through the two-inch space under the door while I’m sleeping. Something creeks in the side of the cabin I can’t see.  The leftover rain from the storm falls from the tress onto the tin roof when the wind blows.  Each drop makes me jump a little.  My imagination runs wild.  Could there be a serial killer in the woods?  Will I become the stereotypical girl from the horror movie who decides to sleep in an old cabin with no one around when there is danger lurking nearby?  I didn’t notice any goalie-masked strangers on the path from the main cabin – although it was pretty dark…  What if a bear decides to come knocking on my door?  A giant man-eating spider?  I cling to my sleeping bag.

The last time anyone slept in the cabin was ten years ago.  It is now used for storage and the home of mice, bugs, and the occasional animal taking refuge from the elements under the wood deck out front.  My aunt expected me to last 15 minutes.  I bet on lasting the night – I’m stubborn that way.

I once tried to stay overnight in the cabin twenty years ago, but only lasted a few hours – and I had three companions to brave my fears with!  My two cousins, my brother and I decided we were going to spend the night there are kids.  When a raccoon started clawing at the door it freaked us out so much that when the raccoon left, we ran as fast as we could back to the main cottage.

I was determined not to repeat my past mistakes.  I would fight my fear of the dark, of the unknown, of the animals and bugs.  I would stay alone in the cabin overnight! Every time I heard a noise, I breathed deeply and tried to ignore it.  I fought my need to pee – if I went outside in the pitch black my fears might get the best of me.  I left a flashlight beside my sleeping bag.

I tossed and turned for a couple of minutes.  And then surprisingly, I fell asleep.  I woke up a couple of times during the night, but mostly from the uncomfortable feeling of sleeping on a patio cushion on top of a wood bench.  I fought away images of psycho killers with hatchets and rodents defecating in my mouth as I slept.  I faced my fears and made it through the night in the scary cabin alone.

Last cottage story tomorrow… 

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3 thoughts on “One hundred and seventy-four

  1. I have slept in THAT cabin! It was about 15-20 yrs ago. I think your Dad was with me, or maybe it was Jeff. I think we enjoyed the separation of the craziness of the Big cabin. Of course being with one of your big brothers takes most fears away:-)

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