It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howling outside like the cries of lost souls. In a small, secluded cabin in the woods, three friends had gathered for a weekend getaway. They had brought food, drinks, and games to keep them entertained, but as the night wore on, they began to hear strange noises coming from outside.
At first, they thought it was just the wind, but then the sounds started to get louder and more distinct. It was as if something or someone was trying to get inside the cabin. The friends tried to ignore it, telling themselves it was just their imagination playing tricks on them.
But then, they heard something else. Echoes. Whispers. It was like someone was talking to them from inside the walls of the cabin. They searched for the source of the sound but found nothing. It was as if the voices were coming from another dimension.
As the night went on, the echoes grew louder and more persistent, causing the friends to become more and more uneasy. They tried to leave the cabin, but the door wouldn't budge. It was as if they were trapped inside with whatever was making the strange noises.
Then, the lights flickered and went out. In the darkness, the echoes grew even louder, and the friends could hear footsteps approaching them. They cowered in fear, wondering what kind of monster or demon was coming for them.
Suddenly, the echoes stopped, and there was a moment of silence. The friends held their breath, waiting for whatever was coming to reveal itself. But then, they heard a faint scratching sound, and a voice whispered in their ear, "I'm already here."
The friends screamed as they realized they were not alone in the cabin. Something or someone had been with them all along, and they had been too blind to see it. They huddled together, waiting for whatever was coming for them, knowing that they would never leave the cabin alive. The echoes of their screams continued to reverberate through the woods for days, a chilling reminder of the horror that had taken place in that secluded cabin.