Personal Narrative: The Cabin
The Cabin
The bone chilling howl of the wind brutally pounded my back, as I crawled through the deep siberian snow which was stained red. I felt the warm blood oozing down my left thigh from the deep cut. Every inch I crawled, the pain sent shockwaves of pain through my entire body. It seemed as if I had been crawling for miles and miles, but in reality I was barely 400 yards away from the snowmobile, thinking if only I would have tired to stay and find out the truth.
Through the dim headlights of my old snowmobile, which was on the very last leg of its life, I could see my parents cabin. The small a-frame was a silhouette against the light of the moon. As a young child the cabin felt like a mansion, now it seemed small and dismal. I wanted to remember our pleasant family memories; yet, all I could think about was the horrific incident that took my brothers life 20 years earlier. As I approached the cabin, I parked in a rickety shed. The agony of my brothers death flooded my head and put a lump in my throat. Trying to blink back the tears, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the shadow of a man. As I turned to get a closer look, all I could see was a lonely bush swaying in the wind. Towards the house, I continued apprehensively. A fresh set of footprints in the snow set my heart racing and hastened my step to the door. …show more content…
I heard a loud noise from inside the cabin. With the gut wrenching realization that I was not alone, I begin trekking through the thick snow to the cabin. The faded brown front door was slightly cracked open. Using my foot, I slowly pushed the door open as the squeaking of the old hinges broke the eerie silence of the cabin. Once inside, a strong cold gust of wind slammed the door shut and I was left in absolute
The bone chilling howl of the wind brutally pounded my back, as I crawled through the deep siberian snow which was stained red. I felt the warm blood oozing down my left thigh from the deep cut. Every inch I crawled, the pain sent shockwaves of pain through my entire body. It seemed as if I had been crawling for miles and miles, but in reality I was barely 400 yards away from the snowmobile, thinking if only I would have tired to stay and find out the truth.
Through the dim headlights of my old snowmobile, which was on the very last leg of its life, I could see my parents cabin. The small a-frame was a silhouette against the light of the moon. As a young child the cabin felt like a mansion, now it seemed small and dismal. I wanted to remember our pleasant family memories; yet, all I could think about was the horrific incident that took my brothers life 20 years earlier. As I approached the cabin, I parked in a rickety shed. The agony of my brothers death flooded my head and put a lump in my throat. Trying to blink back the tears, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the shadow of a man. As I turned to get a closer look, all I could see was a lonely bush swaying in the wind. Towards the house, I continued apprehensively. A fresh set of footprints in the snow set my heart racing and hastened my step to the door. …show more content…
I heard a loud noise from inside the cabin. With the gut wrenching realization that I was not alone, I begin trekking through the thick snow to the cabin. The faded brown front door was slightly cracked open. Using my foot, I slowly pushed the door open as the squeaking of the old hinges broke the eerie silence of the cabin. Once inside, a strong cold gust of wind slammed the door shut and I was left in absolute