New Updates got a girl going crazy, been playing like crazy and wanting to wait to see if there was anymore updates in lore. Please enjoy.

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It had been awhile since you had seen your friends, life having taken all of you in the moment meaning that none of you have enough time to spend it together. Which is why your friend, Jessica, asked all of you to come to her Aunt's Cabin. Jessie ran over the rules of the house, as given to her by her aunt. Basic things, don’t ruin anything, don’t go out late at night. Of course the other rule and presenting issue was firewood, as the cabin only had a fireplace to keep it warm, as such all of you made the plan to cut firewood at dusk and dawn. After getting everything unpacked all of it began to settle. Jessie grabbed you to go and help cut firewood.It apparently was far harder to cut firewood than either of you expected. As the two of you conversed, the cold chill of the soon to be night wafted between you two, you bundled your coat closer. Jessie swinging down the axe glancing over to you, “just as a heads up, I didn’t want to tell anyone else this but my aunt said that she saw something out here not too long ago,” that gave you immediate pause. You could feel a chill run down your spine as she explained what her aunt saw.

“I didn’t want to freak anyone else out, I’m gonna tell them I promise. Everything should be fine.”

The next two days were fun and went well. Eventually the third day came around. Annabel, your friend, woke you up to help her chop the wood. With the cold that lingered you could agree. It was earlier than what was normal for chopping wood; Annabel expressed getting the house warm earlier since the fire was slowly dying out far faster than what any of you figured. So you started chopping the fire wood, you were getting better at it. The two of you were lightly chatting, until you could hear the faint noise of rustling within the woods, that noise stopped you both. A shooting fear suddenly sprung up your back, breathing getting quiet as you both stopped. Coming from it was a large thing, all pale and white, long arms that hung down to its ankles, skin stretched over the muscles making it seem like the thing was starving. It lacked any noticeable eyes, just skin stretched over a skull. A large mouth rested below two holes you could only assume were nostrils. The two of you froze in terror, stopping in fear as it made quiet chuffing noises. You stopped your breathing, fearing that if you moved an inch it would attack.

A muffled squeak came from beside you, the sound moving snow. You glanced to see Annabel, who took a step back, only to make noise, her hands resting over her mouth. The thing moved quickly, lunging at her. You swung the axe towards the creature. Everything had happened so fast afterwards. You hit it, you're sure you did, feeling the thunk of the axe into some part of it. You could hear almost a loud human screech before a more human scream was ripped from Annabel's mouth as the creature had grabbed her. Long hands grabbed at her hair before it scampered off towards the woods with her in its grasp.

That was hours ago, though. As you sat on the stoop that looked towards the woods, the sun was high in the sky now, and you could see the blood trail. The police had come, quickly going into the woods to try and find Annabel, as another one had mentioned to Jessie about getting some people from the cursed apple to come up. The permeating cold and the lingering guilt and adrenaline made all of it feel hazy. Eventually, though, you could hear a car come up to the cabin. Hearing the engine shut off you shifted, feeling Wren, another one of your friends, shift; her face was in tears and had been since you had come running into the cabin. Eventually you saw Jessie come around, talking to the two men. A shorter Native American man with warm-looking clothing, and another taller, handsome, lean man with interesting hair wearing a bomber jacket. The two talked to her, mainly the shorter Native American man. What you could gather, they were from The Baxter Society, some New York group or whatever, you didn't care much. Just quietly watching as Jessie informed them of what had happened.

*will be updated when I get time

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