Chapter 133: Cabin in the Woods

THIRTY MINUTES LATER, WE were driving down a dark road into the forest of trees that were so tall, they blocked out most of the sun. The further we drove into the woods, the more I doubted our decision to track down the twins.

"You realize this is exactly what the stupid kids in all the movies do right before they get killed, right?" I said, chewing on a fingernail.

Ruthie hunched over the steering wheel, driving a little slower.

"We need to know what's going on, right?" she said, her voice a little breathy. "Besides, Isaac and Phoebe wouldn't hurt us. And they won't let anyone else hurt us, either. Phoebe can't possibly be usemi. Can you imagine her turning all furry and toothy?" She shook her head and continued without waiting for a response. "Isaac is a different matter altogether. I mean, this might explain a lot about him."

I debated texting my location to Dad so he would know where to look for our bodies when we didn't return. "What if they are running around in these very