A cool breeze pushes back the woman’s long black hair. Her golden flecked brown eyes stare out at the lake. Behind her, she can hear the birds chirping away as the early morning sun slowly stretches above the horizon. She smiles her glossy red lips and turns away from the lake.
Out on the water, a boat slides across the smooth lake. The oars sit perched on the sides, ready for someone to row the boat back to shore. But instead, it continues on its journey across the water with no signs of stopping.
She walks through the quiet camp, enjoying being alone. Nothing stirs in the cabins around her. She smiles as the sounds of the leaves crunch under her black and red hiking boots. She picks up a few flowers along the way as she heads back to her cabin for a light breakfast and coffee.
She couldn’t wait to get a cheese danish pastry, brew up her dark roast coffee, and sit on the porch. She takes in a deep breath, enjoying the clean mountain air.
She looks down at her clothes and decides she needs to shower and change. She couldn’t eat her breakfast covered in blood.
She shrugs as she passes the five cabins that had families or couples staying in them. Each door stands wide open, and the smell of blood oozes out, mixing its iron with the crisp fall air. Inside each one is dark, nothing touched, except for the bodies lying in the beds.
The young woman showers, changes her clothes, burns the bloody clothes in the fire, and sits outside. She sips on her coffee and eats, watching birds fly overhead and squirrels running around to collect nuts for the coming winter.
She finishes her breakfast and cleans up her mess. After having stayed for over a week, the woman packs her car up, cleans, and drives away.
This was a nice innocent story until I got to the part that said she needed to change because she, “couldn’t eat her breakfast covered in blood.” Guess that answers my question of, is this a horror story or not 😅