Thread: Escape to the Cabin... AfrahkenGahdess - Myself

As Ebony softly shuts the front door, a fierce chill runs through her body and a bizarre thought comes. Was there someone out there, she quietly wondered, turning around to peek through a beaten down, wheat colored curtain she found tall, lanky trees, providing the perfect cover for any lurking figures, did little too reassure her troubles but without any concrete evidence, she just chopped it up to jitters. No one is out there, it's just this place. Throwing me off my game Tightening the bath towel securely around her bosom, the slightly worried caregiver took two shaky steps towards the radio hesitant to stop the music, she decided to clear the clutter. Even if Badu's sound was just a recording, it filled the air with another's beside her own. First, she picked up her upturned wine glass from the wooden floor, which fortunately hadn't contained enough wine to sully any furniture. She hadn't eaten and having decided to wash the goblet tomorrow with her breakfast dishes, set the dish in the sink. After doing a few other meaningless tasks, Ebony realized she was stalling. She had blown the candle out, tended to the fire and yet still the music continued. Girl, if someone broke in, Erykah wouldn't do anything but continue singing, she heckled herself, eyeing the radio in dismay. For someone whom others referred to as tenacious, her behavior seemed strange and absolutely silly. A few more jabs from herself later, she worked up the courage to finally eject the beloved singer's cd and accept the quietness. With only the deafening silence as her companion, she shuffled off to the master bedroom. Just being in the large, spacious boudoir made her spirit skyrocket because of it's beauty there wasn't much in ways of furniture, two handcrafted dressers- one with an ancient alarm clock covered in several layers of disgusting dust but was next to a bed, which made up for that. A wide, cushiony California king, stretched across the center of the room, looked seductive and tempted Ebony to dive underneath it's covers in only her bath towel. Some how, she gathered up the willpower to deny herself the simple pleasure, derived from sleeping nude and went fishing through her clothes. She chose innocent, ivory panties that spread to accommodate her wide, womanly hips and an equally colorless, cotton sleep shirt that tapered high above her knee Both items contrasted lovely against her obsidian skin. Forgetting all about her peculiar feelings, she swiftly flipped the light off and practically leaped into bed. A heavy, plush comforter was wrapped around her small, luscious frame in seconds and her eyes were sealed shut. Ebony was just drifting off to sleep, when she heard a dreadful creak that sent an evil shiver hurtling down her spine and she shot up, sitting straighter than an arrow. The house is old, The excuse rapidly spilling from her lips was no where near as fast as her beating heart, now, close to imploding in her chest as she paused to strain her ears for any other sounds. Burning lungs, pleading for oxygen vigorously reminded her about the human body's need to breath and she let in a quivering breath. There were no other sounds, no obvious conformation of an interloper but still something didn't seem safe. No big, strong man insight, it was up to her to make sure all was well. Leaving behind her blanket's warmth and security, Ebony hesitantly tiptoed toward the door and cracked it open an inch. Is someone there, she called out, her tone wilting as she attempted to put on a sense of bravado. Yeah, E, because a homicidal murderer is going to admit to breaking into your home Feeling a little embarrassed by her own stupidity, she left the door ajar and stuck her head out a little further.