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Personal Narrative: The Cabin

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I could hear the trees blowing in the wind. I could hear the rustling of leaves in the dark. As we walked, I could see a turn coming up, I thought This is it here is the cabin. But it wasn 't there. All of the sudden ,I heard the coyotes howl at the top of their lungs. I could hear the faint barks of dogs in the night . All I was thinking was where is the cabin. Then I saw another turn. No cabin, just forest, no cabin just forest.

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