Don’t look at the kids standing at the treeline.

Don’t talk to them.

Don’t shout out to them.

They aren’t children really.

If they turn and look at you, you will see.

No eyes, just teeth.

Then, they start to bang on the walls.

Something happened in the cabin. Well, in the place where this cabin was built.

Something wrong.

They bang on the walls like it’s a game.

They are playing with you.

They don’t need to wait to come in.

They just need you to look.

They just need you to see them standing in a neat line, like a row of small trees and lit by the light of the moon.

They just need you to notice them and call out in fright or in love.

They enter through the mirrors on the last night and they stand in the corner of the room.

Don’t talk to them.

Don’t shout out to them in fright or in love.

They will devour you.

– Hidden in the boiler cupboard of holiday chalet.