"Who's there?!"
Georgia's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding.
She spun around, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs. The cabin door stood slightly open, swinging ever so gently as if someone had just slipped inside, or out.
Her grip tightened around the blade in her hand.
She had locked that door.
The night air slithered in through the gap, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else... something rotten.
A footstep. Soft. Slow. Deliberate.
Her blood ran cold.
She wasn't imagining it.
Something, or someone was in here with her.
The wooden floor creaked. Another step.
Her eyes darted toward the shadows near the cupboard. A shape moved, shifting ever so slightly. Georgia's breath caught in her throat.
Her fi
