I can’t remember half of the journey to the cabin because I must have dozed off. I remember many roads, which had fields on both sides, and a lot of farm animals and crops. In the background of the fields, there were hills covered with trees. They looked spectacular. The roads were quiet due to it being a weekday.

“We are here. Just up this drive and we are there,” Mark states.

“Okay.” I can’t help but smile.

Mark is loads more awake and chatty now that he has had that little sleep. He was only out for about three hours, but it has done him a world of good. He has made sure we have everything. We popped to the shops on the way out of town, making sure we have all the basics: milk, bread, sugar, and of course, plenty of roast chicken crisps. He knows how to keep “Bump” happy. 

The driveway is gravel, very up and down, with either side of the drive full of trees, and looking so pretty with leaves on them. They look so tall; my imagination is going to start running wild if we are close to these trees. How many horror films have I seen where the killer hides in the woods?

Wow! Is that the cabin? It is a stunning, wooden building. There is a little picket fence going around what must be the cabin’s grounds with a small patch of grass in front of the cabin. We park to the side of the cabin.

“So, this is my hideaway.”

“It's pretty,” I say with complete honesty.

“It is lovely. I can’t wait to show you around,” Mark says proudly.

“Me either.”

Mark is always a gentleman, opening the car door for me and offering his hand out for me to use to get out of the car if I wish. I decline it as always. Getting out of the car, I walk to get my things out of the back of the car.

“No, let’s go inside. I will show you around then I will come and get the bags. You need to relax, remember?”

I just shake my head and walk towards the picket fence. I stop once I reach the fence and look around to see there are no trees on the other side of the building either, only a lot of dirt paths. I wonder if that means there are more cabins around or some interesting walks. Mark passes me the key to the cabin, and I walk towards the door over the grass that looks freshly cut. Even the door is wooden. The building looks like trees cut in half, placed sideways and then on top of each other. There are three roses to the side of the door, two pink and one white. They look so pretty.

“For you.” Mark bends down, picking up the roses and handing them to me.

“Thank you.”

I open the door. It looks like the inside of all the trees. It is amazing décor with a natural look while using an open floor plan. There are sofas to one side of the room and a fireplace with some logs to the side of it. It must be a real fire. On the other side of the room, there is a kitchen, all units wooden, and the appliances are all silver. There is a dining room table to the side with a huge amount of spare space in the middle of the room. I walk farther in, noting there are steps at the back of the room, and they look like they are half trees as well.

“Are they safe?” I question, pointing at the steps.

“Yes, they are. You can’t tell as yet, but they are all attached to each other and to the wall and frame. Don’t worry.”

I walk over towards them to see that he is right. I slowly stand on them, unsure if they are safe. I climb the stairs the quickest I have ever done in my life. I cannot believe it. The décor up here is the same, but with all wooden doors hiding the different rooms. I stand there, counting six different doors.

“What are behind all the doors?” I ask.

“Bedrooms, they all have en-suites.”

“Wow! That’s amazing. Huge house parties here then.” I giggle. I check out all the rooms. The décor continues. There are just different pictures on the walls, different coloured bedding and huge windows that highlight the astonishing view of hills, or they could be mountains, in the backgrounds. I see what could be a hot tub near the picket fence section at the back. From each window, I see bits that I could not tell you what they are, but I will find out.

Mark leaves me looking around and goes to bring in our bags. I stay upstairs, knowing I will need to unpack before I head back downstairs. I still cannot believe I have been convinced into coming here alone with Mark. I trust him. I should be safe, but as a precaution, I am going to keep my phone on me at all times.

Hi Jenny, we are here. It is amazing. How are you? 

Mark appears with my suitcase. “Which room would you like to stay in?”

“Any of them will be perfect,” I reply.

“How about this one?” Mark suggests.

“Can do, the view is magnificent from this one.” Mark smiles, places my bag on the bed, and leaves me to unpack.