Message in the mirror
Determined to understand what was going on, they searched the cabin for more signs of the man. Furniture was moved, spaces disturbed. “He was living here,” Emily said. Jason nodded grimly. They returned to the bathroom where the mirror had fogged up again. Finger-written words appeared: “This is my cabin. You are trespassers. Let me be—or help me. For answers, come to the waterfall.” It sent chills down their spines.
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