[Spoiler](#s "The cabin was wss old and decrepit looking. The land had already started to reclaim it with twisted vines and thorns protruding from the windows. What was once somebody's rose garden was now an overgrown mass of thorns dotted with red where the flowers could still catch some sunlight through the canopy above..

The hiker walked past a rotting picket fence, still flecked with wite paint, up the old garden path. As he approached the front of the cabin he noticed something was written on the door. A simple message.

"Rest"

The hikers eyes shot open. A deep sense of unease settled upon him. He turned to leave and as he passed the picket fence he saw them.

Three headstones.

They were almost hidden by the thorns and the hikers eyes strained to read the inscription of the closest headstone. He could only make out a few words "...Loving mother of twin boys..." That was it. This was all getting too creepy. The hiker decided to carry on his journey and wasn't waiting around.

When he went to leave he found his limbs could barely carry him. His eyelids got heavy and his legs weakened. The hiker was gripped with fear but an uncontrollable desire to sleep overcame his body and he collapsed to the ground. His gaze fixed on the door as darkness started to fill the corners of his eyes. Footsteps approached from behind him but he couldn't find the strength to turn around and defend himself against the asailiant.

The hiker felt a cold breath on his cheek as his tormentor whispered something, almost inaudible at this point, in his ear.

"Rest"