I Inherited My Uncle's Cabin. The Only Rule Was Never to Answer After Midnight.

My uncle Cal left me his cabin when he died. I never got to visit it once in thirty-six years of asking, and then a lawyer handed me a key and a deed and told me there was a note waiting up there. The note had one rule. You do not answer after midnight, no matter whose voice it is, and if you can hold that for seven days the place will let you leave. I made it to the sixth night.A grounded first-person skinwalker story set at the end of the Cold Creek road in the Oregon Cascades. Written and narrated for Dark Horror Narrations.DarkHorrorNarrations Merch Store Is Now Live: https://darkhorrornarrations.com