A secluded cabin in the middle of a dense forest, On a moonless night

A secluded cabin in the middle of a dense forest, On a moonless night, where only the dim light of a lantern sways gently on the porch, casting disturbing shadows around. The wood of the cabin is rotten, with parts of the walls covered in moss and fungus, giving the impression that the place was abandoned a long time ago. The windows are all covered with irregularly nailed boards., as if someone desperately wanted to keep something out — or maybe in. Inside the cabin, visible through the half-open door, there is an old table, with a single lit candle casting a flickering light over a table covered in old yellowed papers and small, misshapen bones. A chair is overturned on the floor, as if someone had knocked her down while trying to escape. In the darkest corner of the cabin, something moves slowly, a hunched figure, with elongated and twisted limbs, dressed in bloody rags. His eyes are two glowing red dots piercing the darkness., fixed on those who dare to look inside. o vento sopra suavemente, making the surrounding trees groan and writhe, while a barely audible whisper, like a macabre prayer, seems to emanate from the cabin itself, insinuating that something ancient and malevolent still resides there, waiting patiently for his next victim.