It wasn't thunder. It was something dropping.
I stood up. Goosebumps all across my body.
I could run into the forest if needed.
Something was inside the cabin. My stuff was too. Just a quick run in and out. And I'd be out of here.
The watch my dad gave me was in that stuff. I couldn't afford to lose that too.
I peeked inside.
I froze.
It wasn't some kind of animal inside.
There was a man. Dressed in a black long coat with pitch black hair.
He had his back towards the door. I quickly turned around.
I couldn't let him know I saw him.
There was a man inside the cabin other than me.
Why?
No. The 'why' wasn't important. What mattered more…
Since when?
I could feel his gaze on my back. Did he figure out that I saw?
Now that I knew there was someone here, I could hear his soft, almost inaudible footsteps.
He stopped right behind me, only the door between us.
I've never stared at rain that hard in my life.
What would I do?
He was at least a head taller than me. I couldn't take him in a fight.
Then it occurred to me. Being killed by some weirdo housebreaking murderer would sound pretty convincing too.
I felt the fear dissipate and my body felt light.
I turned around and opened the door.
There was no one.
I felt utterly confused and betrayed.
Am I high?
I asked myself.
I grabbed and smelled the beer bottle. It was clearly regular beer.
"I'm not drunk," I whispered to myself.
I clearly saw a man inside the cabin. And I was in front of the only exit of the cabin.
I looked inside the basement and attic just in case he hid there.
But there was no one.
I felt like an idiot.
I laid down on the bed. Maybe the fever was messing with my head.
I figured sleeping was the only way out of this situation.
I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.
I dreamt about the man, his tall dark figure looking down at me as I slept.
He was pale and his eyes… I couldn't see them. Just like his face.
Or you just don't remember people's faces from your dreams.