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Chapter 3

Shea's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the familiar black Labrador staring back at her. "Oakley?" she breathed, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

The dog's tail began to wag furiously, and he let out a soft "woof" of greeting. Shea quickly opened the door, laughing as Oakley bounded inside, his wet nose nuzzling against her hand.

"Oh, I can't believe it's you!" Shea exclaimed, sinking to her knees and wrapping her arms around the dog's sturdy frame. Oakley responded by showering her face with enthusiastic licks, his tongue tickling her skin.

Shea giggled, relishing the feel of Oakley's soft fur and the warmth of his affectionate embrace. It had been far too long since she'd seen the loyal companion, and memories of their carefree childhood adventures came flooding back.

"Oakley! There you are, you rascal!"

Shea looked up to see Aunt Penelope standing in the doorway, a playful scold on her lips. Oakley immediately bounded over to her, tail wagging as he nuzzled against her leg.

"Looks like someone's already made a new friend," Penelope chuckled, reaching down to give Oakley an affectionate scratch behind the ears. "Come on, boy, time for your breakfast."

With one last longing look at Shea, Oakley trotted obediently after Penelope, disappearing through the door. Shea watched them go, a wistful smile on her face.

Deciding it was time to freshen up, Shea turned and headed for the small bathroom attached to her writing hut. The space was simple but clean, with a claw-foot tub, a pedestal sink, and a large mirror above it. Shea turned on the faucet, letting the warm water flow as she splashed some on her face.


Shea reached down and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting the soft fabric slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Underneath, her slender frame was clad in a simple white camisole, the delicate lace trim hugging the gentle curves of her waist.

Shea paused, her gaze meeting her own reflection in the mirror. Her chestnut hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes. There was a quiet strength in her features, a hint of the sorrow and determination that lay beneath the surface.

With a small sigh, Shea reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were small but perfectly proportioned, the soft swell of them rising and falling with each breath. Goosebumps prickled across her skin as the cool air caressed her bare torso.

Shea's hands moved to the waistband of her jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down. The denim clung to her slender hips, outlining the gentle flare of her curves. Stepping out of the jeans, Shea stood before the mirror in nothing but a pair of simple white cotton panties.

She surveyed her reflection, her gaze lingering on the faint scars that criss-crossed her abdomen - reminders of a past she'd rather forget. Taking a deep breath, Shea hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor.

Now completely nude, Shea stepped into the small bathroom, her bare feet padding softly against the cool tile. Her eyes widened as she noticed the unusual shower setup - a large leather bag suspended from the ceiling, filled with clear, fresh water.

Reaching out, Shea trailed her fingers along the supple leather, marveling at the craftsmanship. Intrigued, she grasped the edge of the bag and pulled it down, watching as the water cascaded over her hand in a gentle stream.

Stepping beneath the makeshift shower, Shea let the warm water soak into her skin, washing away the grime and tension of her long journey. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as the water ran through her hair, rivulets tracing the curves of her body.


Shea stood beneath the warm cascade of water, her eyes closed as memories from that fateful night 13 years ago began to resurface.

The rain pounding against the van's windows, the panicked looks on her parents' faces, the ominous shadows of wild animals closing in around them. And then, the haunting image of her father, bravely stepping out into the darkness to buy them time to escape.

Shea felt a familiar ache in her chest, the pain of that loss still as raw and overwhelming as it had been all those years ago. She could almost hear her father's final words, the gentle caress of his lips against her forehead.

Suddenly, Shea's eyes snapped open, a chill running down her spine. She could feel the weight of a gaze upon her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Whirling around, she scanned the small bathroom, her gaze drawn to the ventilation duct near the ceiling.

There, peering down at her with unblinking crimson eyes, was a creature she could scarcely believe. Its features were indistinct, obscured by the shadows, but the intensity of its stare was unmistakable.

Shea's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared back at the unseen entity. A million questions raced through her mind - what was this thing? Where had it come from? And was it connected, somehow, to the events of that fateful night?

Slowly, Shea reached for the towel hanging nearby, her fingers trembling as she wrapped it around her dripping form. She dared not take her eyes off the vent, her every muscle tensed, ready to flee at the first sign of danger.

The creature continued to watch her, unmoving, its gaze unwavering. Shea felt a chill run down her spine, a sense of foreboding that she couldn't quite shake. Whatever this thing was, she knew that it was no ordinary animal.


Shea let out a sharp, startled scream, the sound echoing through the small cabin. "Aunt Penelope!" she cried, her voice laced with panic.

Clutching the towel tightly around her, Shea burst out of the bathroom, her wet hair whipping around her face. Oakley, Penelope's loyal black Labrador, came bounding into the room, his barks filling the air.

Moments later, Penelope came rushing in, her eyes wide with concern. "Shea, what's wrong?" she asked urgently, her gaze sweeping the room.

Shea's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. "Th-there was something..." She paused, her eyes darting back towards the bathroom. "Something was watching me in there," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Penelope's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, watching you?" she asked, placing a reassuring hand on Shea's shoulder.

Oakley continued to bark, his hackles raised, as he stood guard in front of Shea. Penelope gave the dog a calming command, and Oakley reluctantly fell silent, though he remained alert and tense.

Shea took a deep, steadying breath. "There were these... eyes," she said, her gaze meeting Penelope's. "Glowing red eyes, in the vent above the shower. I saw them staring at me."

Penelope's expression shifted, a look of concern and understanding washing over her features. "Oh, Shea," she murmured, pulling the younger woman into a comforting embrace.

Shea clung to her aunt, the towel slipping slightly as she buried her face in Penelope's shoulder. "What was it, Aunt Penelope?" she asked, her voice muffled. "Was it... was it connected to what happened that night?"

Penelope tightened her hold on Shea, her own heart racing with a mixture of fear and resolve. "I'm not sure, my dear," she admitted. "But I promise you, we'll get to the bottom of this."


Penelope gave Shea's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Let's go take a look, shall we?" she said, her voice calm and reassuring.

Shea nodded, clutching the towel tightly as she followed her aunt into the bathroom. Oakley padded along beside them, his ears perked up and alert.

The small room was exactly as Shea had left it - the shower curtain drawn, steam still lingering in the air. Penelope stepped forward, her gaze sweeping the space, searching for any sign of an intruder. But the vent above the shower remained still and unobstructed.

Shea's heart pounded in her chest as she watched her aunt's careful examination. "There's nothing here," Penelope finally said, turning to face her niece. "Are you sure you saw something?"

Before Shea could respond, Oakley suddenly let out a loud, insistent bark, his eyes fixed on the doorway. The two women whirled around to see the dog dash out of the bathroom, his nails clicking against the wooden floor.

"Oakley, wait!" Penelope called, hurrying after him. Shea followed close behind, the towel billowing around her as she moved.

Out in the main room, Oakley stood at the front door, his hackles raised and a deep, guttural growl rumbling in his throat. He stared intently into the dense forest just beyond the threshold, his barks echoing through the trees.

Penelope approached the dog cautiously. "What is it, boy?" she murmured, placing a hand on his back. Oakley fell silent, but the tension in his body remained.

Shea moved to stand beside her aunt, peering out into the shadowy woods. "Do you think... do you think it's out there?" she whispered, her voice laced with trepidation.

Penelope's expression was grave. "I'm not sure," she admitted. Turning to Shea, she said, "Come, let's get you back inside. You need to rest."

As Penelope gently guided Shea back towards her room, Oakley remained steadfast at the door, his unwavering gaze fixed on the forest beyond.

Once they were back in the cozy cabin, Penelope guided Shea to the bed and sat down beside her. Taking Shea's hands in her own, she said, "Shea, my dear, I think it's time we had a talk. The talk."

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