My wife and I are writers who decided that living in the big city just was cramping our ability to write.
My wife states, “ugh, I am brain dead. I cannot think of anything to write.”
I commented back with, “I understand, just hold on, maybe something with change.”
We noticed an advertisement online for an old log cabin that was for rent. The cabin could be found deep inside a fifty acre wooded lot. It was owned by a husband and wife who claimed they were both artists. The artist couple lived on the edge of a fifty acre site near a river that commonly flooded between their home and a narrow road that ran past the couple's home.
The only way to get to the log cabin was a six mile hike on a barely visible dirt path. The inside of the cabin …show more content…
Now, would you be so very kind and come and look at our artwork?”
My wife and I looked over at each other with a blank face. I said, “sure, I guess.”
Both my wife and I wished we could be on our way, but we decided not to offend them. We toured the studio and were rather frightened by their artwork. There were many paintings of people without heads or with blood dripping from their head and/or hands. The couples artwork seemed abnormal and scary, so my wife and we begged to be excused so we could get to the cabin while it was still light outside.
During our walk back to the old log cabin, my wife and I discussed the couple’s bizarre artwork, thinking about the artist’s inspiration for their artwork.
I commented, “how unique and weird their artwork was, I truly wonder where they find their ideas!”
Once my wife and I got to the cabin, we unpacked our bags and made supper. We decided to turn in early, so we could get an early start on our writing pieces for the next day.
At midnight, the latch of our bedroom door began to lift and shake. My wife and I both faintly wake up to the noise, confused my wife and I look over at each other with a look of
My wife states, “ugh, I am brain dead. I cannot think of anything to write.”
I commented back with, “I understand, just hold on, maybe something with change.”
We noticed an advertisement online for an old log cabin that was for rent. The cabin could be found deep inside a fifty acre wooded lot. It was owned by a husband and wife who claimed they were both artists. The artist couple lived on the edge of a fifty acre site near a river that commonly flooded between their home and a narrow road that ran past the couple's home.
The only way to get to the log cabin was a six mile hike on a barely visible dirt path. The inside of the cabin …show more content…
Now, would you be so very kind and come and look at our artwork?”
My wife and I looked over at each other with a blank face. I said, “sure, I guess.”
Both my wife and I wished we could be on our way, but we decided not to offend them. We toured the studio and were rather frightened by their artwork. There were many paintings of people without heads or with blood dripping from their head and/or hands. The couples artwork seemed abnormal and scary, so my wife and we begged to be excused so we could get to the cabin while it was still light outside.
During our walk back to the old log cabin, my wife and I discussed the couple’s bizarre artwork, thinking about the artist’s inspiration for their artwork.
I commented, “how unique and weird their artwork was, I truly wonder where they find their ideas!”
Once my wife and I got to the cabin, we unpacked our bags and made supper. We decided to turn in early, so we could get an early start on our writing pieces for the next day.
At midnight, the latch of our bedroom door began to lift and shake. My wife and I both faintly wake up to the noise, confused my wife and I look over at each other with a look of