"Welcome, welcome!" The old man says, gesturing for you to sit. "Now, I heard that you came here for scary stories, stories so ghastly, so frightening, it would make even the hardiest of men wet their pants like untrained puppies?" You nod your head, ready to hear what frightening tales this old man had to offer.
Suddenly, you hear a creak outside the cabin. "Don't mind them," The old man says, "They're just curious." You feel a bead of sweat roll down your forehead. 'Has it always been this hot?' You think to yourself, wiping away the sweat. As the old man gets up and walks towards the bookshelf, you shiver in anticipation. Your eyes flit around the room, your gaze staying on the fireplace for just a fraction of a second too long.
Then, you see it. A face, staring at you from the fireplace, its jaw stretched impossibly wide. You rub your eyes, thinking that you're just seeing things again, your overactive imagination kicking up a fuss. As expected, when you glance at the fireplace again, the phantom of a face is gone, replaced by the calmly cracking fire, burning the logs and seeming almost... peaceful.
Your eyes start to shut, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. The trek through the forest to this cabin was a long and arduous one after all. Suddenly, from the corner of your rapidly closing eyes, you see the old man coming back. He's... walking towards you with a grin and has a rectangular object in his hand. With a loud thud, he places the object down on the knee height table and opens it. Flipping to a seemingly random page, he stops and begins to speak...