It was a beautiful November morning in Michigan’s upper peninsula. Sandy and I had just arrived at the small cabin. Far away from civilization the cabin was deep in the woods.

The cabin was made of oak logs and seemed warm and cozy, although small, at least it had a lock and a furnace. There was a sign above the door that read the house’s address. “402”

Inside the cabin was one large room with one bedroom at the end of the hall. The air smelled stale and the walls were covered in cobwebs. We went to the bedroom, the bed was made and felt cozy. Sandy jumped into bed and laid down, I laid down next to him and we went to sleep.

The next day Sandy and I went out for a walk to find small game to hunt. Sandy wasn't cold, scared, or anything. He was just...helping me find squirrels and rabbits.  There was a small iced-over brook on the east side of the cabin, about 30 feet away from the brook was a huge tree with a rope swing attached to it. 

We went past the swing and Sandy finally found a squirrel right behind the tree. I found a squirrel and a rabbit and started back. Sandy was whining, and he ran back inside the cabin as I followed. Maybe he was cold?  I thought, as I retired inside for the day with Sandy.

The next day I grabbed my coat and hat and passed Sandy in the house, he did not move for a while. I exited the cabin and went for a hike. The air was cool and crisp. I caught a small rabbit under a bush. I cooked it up, threw a little gravy on it and gave it to Sandy. 

He didn't touch it, not even a sniff. He just looked at me and started to whine. A while later Sandy started to growl and stare at the door. I opened the door and looked outside to see what Sandy was scared of.  After an hour Sandy bolted from the house - I called him, “Sandy!” but he did not stop running.

I went outside to wait for him to come back but he didn't return. Sandy did come back...but..not for another three days. I looked out my window and saw him outside. I went out and called for him, “Sandy!”. He came to the house, slowly. He looked different and didn't even make a sound, he just stared at me with blank eyes. I thought that Sandy might be hurt. 

For the next few days he just watched me walking around, never eating or sleeping, for all I know. His eyes started to glow and a foaming drool dripped from his mouth. what was wrong with him, what happened out in the forest. I went to bed and closed the door locking Sandy in the other room. 

During the night I was woken up by loud growling, banging, and scratching like something was tearing up the cabin. The sound was coming from inside the cabin, it must be Sandy. What happened to him?

The next day went fast, Sandy was still in bed, the same way since last night, So, what made the sounds? He was also..looking a bit..longer..today. The next night, I heard the sound of footsteps and dog feet walking.