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[i]Dust gathers during times of hardship,
Times of excitement,
Times of enrichment,
Times of sorrow.
Dust gathers around friends growing apart.
Dust gathers in a broken heart.
Dust and its cause have no name,
For there is no winner to this game.

Watch the dust gather round,
And take this poor old family down.
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I was inspired to write this Fic after a trip to Northeast Michigan to my family's cabin. It can be creepy there sometimes.

If you want to see the general area this takes place in, enter the following address [url=http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&tab=wl]here[/url]. Make sure it's set on "Satellite."

[b]Oak Lake Rd, Mio, Oscoda, Michigan 48647[/b]

Unfortunately, Google hasn't obtained enough imagery of the area to zoom in very close, but this will take place in the general area, centered at that address.[/align]

[spoiler=[b]Dust[/b]]

[spoiler=[b]Prologue[/b]]
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"Why do you think I would do that?" whispered Trische Perry from the passenger seat, facing the window, her black hair pushed over her shoulders.

"Oh come on, Trische, I know what you do when you 'go out with the girls!'" shouted Joshua Hart.

"Why would I cheat on you?! I'm pregnant with your child!"

"His child, eh?"

Trische exhaled and crossed her arms in fury.

"Where are we anyway?" asked Trische after a few minutes of silence.

"We're going through Mio. This is a shortcut to get back to Rose City," explained Joshua moodily.

"Are you sure? We've been on this dirt road for hours!"

"I know what I'm doing."

"No, get out a-"

"I know what I'm doing!"

"LOOK OUT!" suddenly screamed Trische. Joshua looked up from a map he angrily got out and saw a large female deer crossing the road. He slammed on the brakes, but the old station wagon didn't stop quickly enough, and collided with the deer. The deer flew to the left side of the road while the car spun out into a ditch on the right side of the road with a loud crash.

"You okay?" asked Joshua.

"Are you stupid?!" screamed Trische.

"I'm sorry. Get out of the car. It looks like we're going to have to walk."

"Walk? Can't we push the car out of the ditch?"

"No, it won't start," said Joshua, turning the key to the old car repeatedly.

"I told you to get a new car!"

"It wasn't her fault!"

"Now it's a her?"

"Get out, Trische. We'll have to walk and find directions or something."

"It's freezing outside!" protested Trische. Joshua stared at her coldly and got out, so she did so too. The two made their way down a mile of muddy dirt road before they came upon a strange yellow gate, blocking a long driveway.

"Maybe someone's here?" said Trische. Joshua nodded. He then climbed over the gate, and motioned for Trische to do the same. Fortunately, Trische was only a month pregnant, and hadn't gained too much "baby weight." She had no trouble climbing over the short gate.

The two walked up the dark forest-surrounded driveway, and saw a light at the end. A huge clearing held a medium-sized cabin, a few sheds, and a tall tree fashioned like a street lamp. The two approached the door, and Trische knocked. There was no answer.

"You know, town isn't for miles. I think we might have to stay," suggested Joshua grimly.

"I'm not comfortable staying in someone else's place!"

"You aren't?"

"Shut up, not the time!"

"I'm going to open this window, and you'll have to climb in and open the door from the inside." Trische nodded. Joshua, after much struggling, pulled the wooden weather cover off the window, and slowly pushed the real window open. He then boosted Trische through the window, and soon, they were both inside.

Joshua soon found the breaker panel and turned on the power. Trische found a light switch and flicked it on. This room had a dining table, a refrigerator, a counter, a sink, two sofas and a recliner, and shelves and ledges. A accordion-style door was in the back of the room. The cabin smelt of mothballs, and cobwebs and dust filled every nook and cranny of the room.

Joshua went into the other room. It was a large room with several beds and a high ceiling. Another small bedroom with a closet connected to the room, and so did a bathroom. In the center of the large room was a dining table with a tattered yellow floral tablecloth. On a wall near it was a huge picture window with a small sofa in front of it. The window showed a lit area with apples centered under a light on the top of a tree. A deer darted away when Joshua looked through the window. Then he heard Trische scream. She ran into the room with blood-drenched hands.
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[spoiler=[b]Chapter 1[/b]]

Joshua darted to Trische. [i]Oh,[/i] he realized as he approached her, [i]she's wearing red gloves![/i]

"What?!" he cried still in response to the screaming.

"Oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, uh," gasped Trische. "There's a messed up deer head in the fridge!"

"Messed up? How?"

"It was all cut up and stuff—UGH!" cried Trische, doubling over as if she was going to vomit—another drama queen performance.

"Listen, just... Let's go to bed and we'll figure everything out tomorrow." Trische agreed resentfully, and Joshua slept in the back bedroom, while Trische slept in a bed in the large, open room.
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Joshua sat up and yawned, stretching his arms into the air and behind his head. He got up, and found Trische, sound asleep. As he approached her bed to wake her, he gasped. In blood—or red paint—a message was written: "I'm watching you—always."

Joshua shook Trische, almost violently. She jolted awake and put her hands up in defense.

"Wha?" she mumbled groggily.

"Someone wrote something on your forehead!" shouted Joshua. Trische nervously felt her forehead, and studied the blood-red liquid on her fingertips.

"You okay?" asked Joshua. Trische nodded shakily. Joshua grabbed her hand to help her out of bed, though they were at no state of romance, or friendship now. The two went to the smaller dining room area, where Trische washed her face with the ice-cold, yellow-tinted water from the old kitchen faucet.

"So what are we gonna do?" yawned Trische.

"I'm gonna look for firewood, and I want you to search the cabin for supplies. I want you to stay inside."

"[i]Oh no.[/i] You heard what I found—"

"Sorry, that's the way it is. Someone was in here and got to you, and their probably outside now. [i]Stay inside.[/i]" Joshua said tensely, clapping his hands on Trische's shoulders. She shrugged off his hands, and he left the cabin, slamming the door behind him. Trische then looked around the room absentmindedly. Nothing useful except a few matches, hand-warmers, and a vacuum cleaner were found in the dining room area. As she looked at one window—the one that had been next to the one they broke in through—she saw something strange. There were claw marks on the inner part of the window. She opened the creaky window slowly, and peeked outside. A stream of blood dripped down the outer wall, with more claw marks at the top.

Trische went outside and studied the strange find. [i]Now that I'm outside,[/i] she thought, [i]I might as well look around the cabin.[/i] Trische mozied around the near perimeter of the cabin, and when she was on the opposite side, she stopped. There was a large clearing that opened on the edge of the forest. She studied it blankly, and looked at the wilting wildflowers and the brown ferns that so commonly invaded the surrounding area. Suddenly, a high-pitched [/i]whiz[/i] sounded through the forest, and a bright yellow arrow sped directly towards her forehead. Trische had no time to react; the arrow collided with her skull.

Trische screamed, but realized that she was feeling no pain. The arrow had a suction-cup for an arrowhead, and stuck to her forehead. Trische pulled it off, her hands shaking. Around the shaft of the toy arrow, a paper was wrapped. She removed the paper from the shaft, which snapped back into its circular form. She pulled the wrinkled loose-leaf open, and read a note; it was written in the same red liquid.

The note read the following: "Head shot. Good aim, eh? That was just a dress rehearsal."

Trische whimpered feebly, and stared at the forest. No one appeared to be hiding in a patch of ferns, behind a tree, in a hut, or anywhere.

"JOSHUA!" she screamed into the forest. Rustling could be heard, and he emerged from the woods, running towards her. He clapped his hands on her shoulders like before.

"I told you to stay inside, Trische!"

"I had to come outside! There were these weird claw marks on the window, and blood!"

"Oh my—why do I try? Why in hell did you come all the way around?!"

"I was curious—"

"CURIOUS?! I told you to stay inside for a reason! Now what happened?" Joshua said firmly, finally cooling down a bit.

"This toy arrow, it, uh, hit me in the forehead. It, uh, had a message on it. Here." Joshua read it quickly and sighed nervously.

"We have to leave. You're in too much danger," Joshua announced grimly.

"I don't think we can!" Trische cried. Then Joshua gasped. He was staring at a wall behind her. Trische looked too. On the wall, written in the same blood-red material, a large message was written.

[i]DON'T BOTHER LEAVING. I'LL KILL YOU IN A SECOND IF YOU TRY.[/i]
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[spoiler=[b]Chapter 2[/b]]

Neither of them spoke. They read the message two dozen times through, attempting to find some fine print of sorts.

"I think we should stay together," said Joshua after a while. Trische nodded. "Now where was the thing you were talking about?"

Trische led Joshua to the window near the front door. He examined it for a bit.

"Nothing big. An animal trying to get in. Must've got in and hurt itself or somethin'." he finally announced half-heartedly.

"You sure?" asked Trische, studying the marks nervously. "What now?"

"Let's go gather more firewood. There's a firepit out here and the furnace is old and won't stay lit. I left some a few dozen yards back on the trail."
"'Kay then. You'd better stay with me."

Joshua led Trische down the trail, and once they found his pile of firewood, he made sure she was in front of him. They both grabbed an armful of the pile, leaving only a few shreds of tree bark on the forest floor.

"Stay ahead of me so I can see you," repeated Joshua when they started on their way back. Trische obeyed and walked ahead. "The trail doesn't fork, so just keep going."

The pair walked down the path, not knowing of who, or what, was watching them. Then, suddenly, Trische gasped as if she'd been punched in the stomach, and she dropped her firewood. She pointed slowly at a place set a few yards into the woods. There was a fallen tree. A limb of the tree was overlayed with several smaller branches, which in turn were covered with dead ferns. This constructed a small shelter. A rusted, partially punctured, barrel and a dry grass bed lay under the fern roof.

"What... is that?" finally whispered Trische.

"Looks like a shelter. Used recently," said Joshua surely.

"How do you know?"

"Look, that bed is flat, and neat. There's newer ferns on top of a layer of dried out ferns."

"How do you—nevermind. Let's go back to the cabin. I don't feel safe here." Trische retrieved her wood, and the two returned to the cabin, and Joshua started a fire in the firepit with some of their wood.

"So seriously, d'you think someone lives there?" asked Trische while they sat around the warm fire in contrast to the cold northern air.

"No, Trische, there's just some random hut in the middle of the woods. Words just happened to appear on your forehead. A deer shot the arrow at you. The words on the cabin wall came from nowhere."

"Well—uh. Hmph."

"Y'know, we should probably eat something."

"With what food?"

"I found a few odds and ends that are canned."

"Good thing. We can't go to town I guess..." Trische said blankly. How had she gotten into this mess? It had happened so fast? When she was bored, her mind drifted and she questioned everything in spite of herself. Suddenly, Joshua yelled.

"Trische, wake up!"

"Wha-wha?"

"We fell asleep! Get in the cabin!"

"Come with me!"

"I have to make sure he's not around first. Go!"

Trische whimpered, but started running to the door. Then, a man in a ski mask jumped from around the corner of the cabin. He lunged at her, and put her in a chokehold. Then, he put a cloth over her mouth, and she faded away to the sound of Joshua running and screaming towards her.
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[spoiler=[b]Chapter 3[/b]]

"GAHH!" Trische uttered as she jolted awake. She had fallen asleep by the fire, which had died down quite a bit. Joshua was sitting in another tattered lawn chair across the fire from her. Trische quickly looked at her surroundings, seeing that nothing had changed. Then, she got up to wake Joshua.

"Josh, Josh!" she cried. He opened his eyes quickly. "Wake up! Let's go inside!"

Joshua nodded and was already wide awake. He lead the walk back to the front door. The sun was reaching low towards the horizon now, playing orange and pink tints across the open sky, disturbed only by the unkempt branches of the forest oaks, pines, and maples.

Joshua let Trische inside before himself, then entered the cabin, closing and locking the door behind him, knowing that whether or not the door was locked, the stranger would find his or her way in.

"Go and lock the window. I'm gonna go to the back and lock the door to the bait pile," announced Joshua, leaving Trische alone to lock the windows. The windows locked simply; by a simple rod-and-bracket style device. She made sure all windows were secure before going to the back with Joshua.

Joshua was twisting the deadbolt on the back door to make sure it was as tight as possible. When Trische entered, he looked at her seriously, and approached her casually.

"Don't you think the guy has keys to this place?" wondered Trische aloud.

"Yeah, but I guess we're making his job that much harder," replied Joshua, not completely sure of himself. Trische nodded slowly with a contemptuous look in her eyes.

"I'm going to see what we can eat out there," said Joshua awkwardly, pointing to the accordion transition door and leaving with his eyes to the floor. Trische sat on her bed and removed her long, canvas jacket and threw it on the bed next to hers. She looked down to the floor, and saw something peeking out from below her bed. It was a black, plastic container. Carefully, she knelt down and pulled the large container from under the bed, and flicked open two latches on it. Inside the container was a dangerous-looking rifle of sorts. Trische had no idea what kind of rifle it was, as she knew nothing about weapons at all.

"Hey, Josh! Get in here!" shouted Trische. In less than a second, Joshua was standing behind her.

"What'cha got there?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow.

"Protection. Looks like our guy wasn't too smart."

"He must not own this place. It seems like he doesn't know the place much. There's cupboards full of untouched supplies, and tons of boots are by the door. Place must be a vacation cottage."

"Yeah. Yeah! Maybe we can find something else!"

Trische was a lot more cheerful than before, and she stood up and hugged Joshua. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered off and left the room in a dim orange light from the sunset.
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[spoiler=[b]Soundtrack[/b]]

This will be updated as the story progresses.

Track 1: [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FIpUnVWfJA]I'm Still Breathing by Katy Perry[/url]
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Slightly dissapointed.

 

I mean, if I was Josh, I wouldn't say. "YEAH LET'S GO TO BED AND IGNORE THE funked UP DEER HEAD."

 

Or... "YEAH DONT WORRY IM GOING TO GO OUTSIDE WHILE I LEAVE YOU HERE WITH POSSIBLY THE GUY WHO WROTE ON YOUR FOREHEAD."

 

Oh, did I mention the suction cup arrow was a bit anti-climatic? :/

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