A teenager running away
On the outside, John was your average teenage male. He had his group of friends, loving family members, good grades. When you actually look into his life, you will feel pity for this child.
His friends only use him as a mule.
His parents abuse him mentally, emotionally, and physically.
He only has good grades to avoid his parent’s abuse. Sometimes, that’s not even enough.
One day, he decided enough was enough. He packed a couple clothes in a duffle, got on his bike, and rode off. What he didn’t know was that he was riding straight to the cursed cabin.
Around midnight, John was starting to get tired. He knew his parents would either have police find him, or they’d find him themselves. John thought ahead, and paid someone to take out the tracking device from his phone. He carried it around with him until the day he left. If they tried to use that to track him, they’ll be shit out of luck.
John was slowing down and starting to swerve. He was on the side of the road, and he hasn’t experienced a car in a few hours. His only plan was to keep driving till he saw some place that would take him in for the night.
Just when he thought that, he came across a large lit up sign. “Rest Stop! Free Rooms for Bikers and Homeless”
John saw the sign and thought, “I’m technically a biker, and I’m currently homeless!”
He turned down the road and kept driving. The idea of a bed to sleep on gave him enough energy to ride to the ‘rest area’.
When he got there, John was filled with confusion and disappointment. He expected some place with cars and at least something for bikers. What he found was a large cabin. It was two stories, and looked pretty old.