![]() ![]() The showerhead leaks water more than it actually showers. A small sliver of a bathroom with the world’s skinniest shower stall is to the kitchen’s left. ![]() A map of the lake and forest, a framed mountain landscape at dusk, and a plaque with hand-carved loons hang haphazardly on the walls along with what look to be antique skis and poles and old baking soda and Moxie advertisements stamped onto sheets of tin, the kind of kitsch one can find at any general store in New Hampshire. Wen has already walked around most of the room, knocking and testing for loose ones. The walls are made of unstained wooden planks. The common area, which is a living room space and kitchen, takes up almost the entirety of the cabin’s interior. She pushes her dads out of the kitchen and toward the locked front door. Daddy Andrew showed her how to do that last night before she went to bed. With the slider shut behind them, she places a sawed-off hockey stick in the frame so the glass door can’t glide over the track even if the lock isn’t latched. She doesn’t answer any more questions until after she herds her confused, concerned dads inside the cabin. In the following passage, a young girl and her dads try to figure out what's going on when a doomsday cult arrives at their cabin in the woods. The following is an exclusive excerpt from The Cabin at the End of the World, by Paul Tremblay, a new work of psychological suspense from the Bram Stoker Award-winning author of A Head Full of Ghosts. ![]()
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