Thread:Tapasz/@comment-28612184-20180405201652

It had been a long day's hike when I came across the quaint little cabin at the edge of the woods. I shifted the newly found black knapsack off my shoulders and stepped cautiously forward. Was the place occupied, or a hunter's shelter available for overnight use? The door was unlocked. A small carved sign on the lintel read: "Non Dormient". Hmm. My Latin was too rusty for that one.

Inside was a bunkbed, small fitted kitchen, table, chair and a telescope. A cupboard held dried provisions, candles, a Scrabble game, a terrible looking melodrama film and a Rorschach test. Odd combination! I spread my sleeping bag on the bottom bunk and set out my alarm clock. Didn't want a late start into the forest tomorrow.

Using my own supplies and some lovely dried mushrooms from the cupboard, I soon had a fine hunter's stew and some herbal tea before me. Long day, warm food and I was soon drowsy.

Next thing I knew, it was dark and a weird, ethereal music surrounded the cabin. I tiptoed uneasily to the window and spied through the telescope. Looking directly back at me was a circle of lit pumpkins smiling sleepily at me. In the center of all this was a dwarf whirling madly about a broom. Oh dear! What was in that tea?!? Surely not St. John's Wort!

The door latch clicked sharply and as I whirled around my knapsack was making its way out the door in the hands of a Forest Maiden. Stuck to the table was a heart shaped postcard with the message: "Hah! I got my knapsack back! T." 