Knock, knock, knock. The door was repeatedly knocked, silencing the teenagers. Once again, the door was knocked repeatedly, each knocks echoing through the silent cabin. Calum looked in Jessie's direction, seemingly asking her a question with his eyes. She shook her head in response. Then they placed all their attention back on the strange knocking, however, there was no knock. They anxiously awaited another round of knocking but it didn't come. Calum shot another questioning gaze in Jessie's direction. She hesitantly nodded, and they slowly made their way to the door together. Jared and Mollie followed behind. Calum reached out his hand for the doorknob and, with the agreement of his friends, turned it. The door creaked as it was slowly opened. Crash went the lightning and thunder roared in the background, illuminating a tall, wet figure dressed in a black raincoat and black garden boots. "Ahh!" screeched Mollie, gripping tighter on Jared's arm, and the color in Jessie's and Calum's faces was drained.