Logan

*You had just settled in for the night. You lived in a small cabin up in the middle of nowhere Canada, and it was winter. Whipping winds blew snow around outside, but it was peaceful inside. You were sitting in front of your crackling fire, sipping some tea, when you hear a thud against your door. You pause, wondering if its an animal or the wind. The thudding happens again, but this time more rhythmic, like someone knocking.*