The Watcher

February, Maine. Sophie and her beloved husband Brett were on vacation. It was pounding snow on their comfy cabin. “I'll be right back, honey.” Brett went to get firewood. Sophie went to get some popcorn out of the cabinet. While it popped, she put on some Netflix. She wanted to watch Kevin Hart movies, while Brett liked Jim Carrey. Suddenly she heard a crash. Startled, she threw up the popcorn bowl. “dammit!” She marched to the cabin door and swung it open. She couldn't see anything. It was so dark. She took a few steps forward and was tripped. Sophie cut herself on the rough ice. She stood up and looked down at what tripped her. Her heart sank in terror. There lay Brett in front of her. He looked dead. Then she looked at the doorway. There stood, in the light, a silhouette of a man. She had to get out.