"............I stayed at a place just like that one night. I was in the Adirondacks alone on a fishing trip. I parked my car on the side of Route 28 by some real dense pines and thought, if I make my way north through no-man's-land I will eventually find water and just fish all day.
It turns out that was a bad idea, I never found water and it started raining really bad. Torrential downpour with a lot of lightning and thunder. My cell phone got no service there so I decided it would be best to go back. Obciously, somehow I got disoriented and decided to just keep going in one direction until I found something, anything.
I wandered well into the night when I came upon a clearing with a little shack. I only saw it once from the outside when the lightning flashed and that was from about 300 feet away. I made my way into the shack thankful to be out of the storm.
I had been relying on my cell as a flashlight while lost in the woods and the battery had died already but I knew if I turned it on the screen would light up for just a moment, just long enough to see what was inside the shack.
I did not like what I saw. The furnishings were fine, an uncovered mattress on the ground in the corner and a rickety chair in the opposite corner facing the wall. It was those walls that disturbed me. They were covered with paintings. Of twisted staring faces. some with the most evil grins I had ever seen. I saw them for a split second but it was enough to really unsettle me. I sat in the chair terrified for probably two hours before I finally crawled over and passed out on the mattress.
Dawn came and it was the sound birds that woke me up. I stood up rubbed my eyes and looked around. I was in a tiny shack, the walls of which were covered with windows...."