We'd been warned away from the old shack by the locals which only increased our desire to investigate for ourselves. Vague hints and disturbing whispers of of the foulness of the place sprinkled through the talk of the local townsfolk. No one from town went up there.
We decided to take a look around while the sun was still shining. What we found at first seemed to be just a derelict hut in the woods. Certainly the desolate air of despair that hung about the place was a product of its isolation in these dreary woods.
The shack itself seemed tame enough. We moved around back and went in for a closer look.
The speculation of the contents of that sack drove us in closer, our sole intent became one of uncovering what it was that went on here. The light was fading. The sun seemed to be setting far earlier than it should. Perhaps it was just an effect of the closeness of the trees that seemed to crowd around the shack.
This sack would bear closer examination but the light was fading and we wanted a look inside before the sun sank entirely.
Shovels and a bucket with the foul leftovers of a terrible misdeed. As we moved around the corner to the front of the shack we heard a voice and a dim glow began to leak out from the open doorway.
There was definitely someone inside. We crept to the window to get a closer look.
We reeled in terror at the things inside. Heedless of any disturbance we might make we fled back through the woods to the safety of the road and our waiting automobile. The fate of the man we saw inside and the mournful, faceless gaze he gave us as we backed away from the window etched themselves in our minds. There would be no sleep this night.
Have a closer peek yourselves. If you dare!
This was a fun piece to work on, but I'm glad I can call it done.