A week ago, in my home state of Kentucky, my father asked me if I would like to go on a hunting trip with him to Wisconsin. So me wanting any reason to get out of school said a large southern "heck yeah" and in a days time, we were off. When we got to the small town of Neshkoro, Wisconsin we were led to a summer house of my dads boss'. When we got there I could tell something was weird. I had no clue if it were the awful smell of.... I don't even know what, the creepy old cabin, how secluded we were, or us constantly forgeting everything. But my father insisted that we stay no matter how sketchy it is... That is until it happens. Read to find out 😉