Forbidden: Chapter Three Poem by Lonnie Hicks

She got into the car half-fearful, half-elated, and headed in the wrong direction.
Maybe she shouldn't go through with it. She thought to her self 'Let the car decide.' If the car went in the direction of the cabin then this was meant to be; all the more since she was driving without noticing, she wasn't sure which direction the cabin was, so she relaxed into it all, feeling very much adrift but liberated from the daily grind.

Abruptly though she found herself on the road minutes from the cabin. She had her answer, the Ouija board exercise had given her an answer. She was to go through with it.

She drew up to the fork in the road leading to the cabin and stopped by the side of the road looking into the rear view mirror. She needed to know who would see her going up.

The townspeople were nosy and she did not want to be spotted. Under the guise of being friendly one of them would show up and ask if she needed something just to get a chance to peek into what she was doing there and carry back some juicy tale for the telling at the town diner.
By then it would have grown into distortions only the fetid imagination of the small town mind could invent.
She didn't want to be the small town diner's entertainment.
She made the turn toward the cabin still looking behind her just to be sure.
When she arrived to parked the car out of sight so it couldn't be seen by someone driving up to the cabin.
That was better she thought making her way to the cabin down with the key bobbing in her hand, listening for any sounds around that shouldn't be there.
Entering she took a deep breath and surveyed everything just to be sure things were as she left them.
Satisfied, she went back to the car and began to unload the items she would need.