Chapter 1, page 11

Walking back to the cabin, the older, dilapidated cabin caught her eye. Gail had warned her not to go in this one, as it was falling down. It was the last place that Gail’s grandmother had been seen before she disappeared about 40 years ago. When Phoebe asked why it hadn’t been torn down, Gail gave her a funny look, and finally answered that her father had tried to one year, but every time something happened and he gave up. 

It was pretty obvious that attempts had been made at tearing the cabin down, as there were chainsaw marks on the porch supports, and it looked like a fire had been set at one corner of the porch. Now that she was closer, the cabin didn’t look to be in such bad shape after all. It was dirty and cobwebby, and the roof had some moss on it, but there weren’t any broken windows, nor were there any missing or broken boards on the porch. She wiped the window with her hand, and peered in, but the late afternoon sun was at the wrong angle for much light to penetrate the dirty glass, so she could barely see inside. “Oh well,” she thought to herself, “I’ll take another look when the light is better.” She walked around behind the little cabin and noted with surprise that there was a trail leading away from it. She would have to explore that one tomorrow, she told herself, but for now she was heading back to the main cabin and a late afternoon snack.