The Rise: Day Two
Morning sun beams through the window causing her to cover her head with a pillow. A whipping wind stirs outside almost as loud as an alarm clock. Both feet touching down, she slowly makes her way to a closet. The old wooden floor creaking with each step. Opening the closet she sees an abundance of warm winter clothes to wear that oddly enough fit her perfectly. Her only thought to this was that at least it beat wandering around in a towel all day.
She slips on some of the clothes and goes out to the main cabin area and immediately realizes how hungry she is. Looking through the cabinets she finds a few things that are breakfast appropriate. Some oatmeal will hit the spot for sure. As the water was getting hot on the wood burning stove, she took careful notice that everything in the cabin appeared out of time except her most essential needs such as food and clothing. After a quick breakfast she begins to really look around this cabin for more of an explanation.
On the wall she sees a picture of what looks like an older man holding a hatchet in one hand and a rabbit in the other. Perhaps this cabin belonged to a hunter from long ago. She runs her fingers along the fireplace mantle where she see not a trace of dust, unlike when she first arrived. Looking up above the fireplace there is a porcelain plate hanging. Looking closely at the plate she can see that it has a flower bouquet painted on it and words at the bottom: "For my dear love Frank. Yours always Darla 1802"
Mildly shock she takes a step back and looks about the cabin and sees plates all over the walls. Quickly glancing at a few of them she sees dates on all of them, 1767, 1890, 1913, 1987. This cabin was over 200 years old and people have been coming here this whole time. Every plate had a different name on it, with the exception of Frank's. His name was on every single plate. Sitting down in the chair she looks around and sees there are literally over 100 plates of all shapes and sizes. What has she stumbles upon. With a sudden flash of light she regains her focus to look around and see all the dust and dirt had returned. The fireplace was out and she was again left in her old tattered clothes and was cold.
The snow outside continued to fall as hard as ever. A quick look at her own body shows that none of her wounds had returned. Her body was still clean but no injuries like the ones she had when she got here. What cruelty is this? Is this a game of sorts. Getting up she walks to the cabinet and see it's completely empty. This made no sense to her at all. Was this some sort of dream? She looks on the counter and sees a single piece of paper that looks as though it were torn from a journal.
No food again in the house for the third day in a row. Mice are heard scurrying around all morning. I have no idea what I'm going to do.
Killed one of the mice and was nearly blinded by that light again. But the house is clean again and there is a steak on the stove cooking. I don't understand what's going on. Frieda, 1854
Could the answer be that simple? But that would mean this cabin was, is...no that's just silly. Or is it?
Off in the corner next to the front door was the hatchet she saw in the picture. She was cold and knew that soon she would be hungry. She opens the back door to the cabin and in the snow she sees a white rabbit struggling through the snow. Without hesitation she hurls the axe at the rabbit. The axe tumbling end over end flies through the air and in a split second hits it's marks. The snow turning red as she tip toes out into the snow. Glancing back into the house she still sees dust and dirt everywhere. It didn't seem to work.
As hungry as she was beginning to get she wasn't about to let the rabbit go to waste. Picking the dead rabbit up by its hind legs she walks towards the house. Just as she enters the house a few drops of blood hit the floor and a sudden flash of light appears nearly knocking her down. After again regaining her bearings she looks around to see everything back to normal. The fireplace lit, the cabinets full and just as the old dusty page described a fresh steak was cooking on the stove.
Something was different about the walls. A look at the plates she sees a few new ones and a few are missing. The date on the the oldest now reads 1722 and the date on the most recent reads 1956. This really made no sense at all. As she goes to the stove to finish the steak she spots a calendar with the date Aug 9th, 1956.
So concludes our mystery girls day. What adventure will she find tomorrow?
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