The Cabin

It was a cabin, surrounded by a corn field. The smoke was puffing out of the chimney. "Well, this is better than nothing," Jon commented. They walked up to the front door and Jon knocked. When he did, the door opened a bit. He peered inside. "Hello?" "Jon, maybe we shouldn't go in there," Karyn said. "It's okay. I don't see anyone." They walked inside. The cabin had a very homey and warm feeling to it, especially with the fireplace. Jon walked down a hallway at the back of the cabin. "Hello? Is anyone here?" He heard moaning coming from one of the rooms. He quickly went back to the main room to get Karyn. "I heard someone." He began to pull her with him back to where the moaning came from, but Karyn resisted. "Wait a minute, Jon. We shouldn't be in here." "This may be the only chance of finding help. I'm not waiting until someone comes by and shows up." Karyn stopped resisting. Jon had a point, even if she didn't totally agree with it. They *had* to find help, even if they did it in this manner. They walked to where Jon heard the moaning and opened the door. It was a bedroom. And on the bed, they saw ...