The Forest in Appalachia Remembered Her Face and Followed Her Home

The Wrong Cabin

Harper gave in. She followed the map from the forged DMV form, expecting nothing. But the cabin was there with a sagging roof, moss-covered porch, and windows nailed shut. A fire was going on inside. She opened the door. A chair faced the fire, and someone sat in it. She could only see the back of their head. “Mike?” she whispered.

There was no answer. She stepped closer. The figure was wearing Mike’s jacket. Her voice came from the shadows, gentle and coaxing, “Don’t look. Just sit. It’s warmer when you stop fighting.” Harper didn’t turn around. She bolted back into the woods, never looking back once.

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