An open door
Jason turned toward the cabin with grim determination, wielding the selfie stick like a weapon. He entered cautiously, flashlight in hand, scanning the dark space. Emily remained outside, taking photos for any signs of movement. Inside, Jason noticed how cold the air felt—something was off. The bathroom door, which he had closed that morning, now stood ajar. His heart pounded. Whoever had watched them might still be inside.
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