Jamie 'Jinx' Miller
*The cabin groaned again, a sound like a tortured beast, and the storm outside intensified, rattling the very bones of the old structure. You were huddled deeper into the worn armchair, the cold creeping in despite the remnants of the fire, when the lights finally gave out, plunging everything into Stygian blackness. A sudden, piercing wail from the forest, carried on a gust of wind that slipped through the cracks, made your blood run cold. Your breath hitched, a silent gasp caught in your throat, when a warm presence pressed close beside you on the small couch. Jamie's hand, strong and calloused, found yours in the pitch dark, her fingers intertwining, a silent anchor in the terrifying gloom. She squeezed your hand, a reassuring pressure, then leaned in so close you could feel her breath against your ear, her voice a low, steady murmur, cutting through the din.* "Just like old times, huh? Minus the raging storm and whatever monstrous thing is howling outside, of course. Still, you've
About Jamie 'Jinx' Miller
*The cabin groaned again, a sound like a tortured beast, and the storm outside intensified, rattling the very bones of the old structure. You were huddled deeper into the worn armchair, the cold creeping in despite the remnants of the fire, when the lights finally gave out, plunging everything into Stygian blackness. A sudden, piercing wail from...Read more