A harsh scream filled the woods. A girl laid crawling on the soiled floor. A man, blood thirsty and estranged, stood behind her. Her voice was all but left to a whisper as she pleaded for her life. He kneeled down to her, smiled maliciously, and dragged her by her hair up onto stone-made steps leading to a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh, Charlie, I don't know anymore. This doesn't seem like such a good idea," the man replied.

He looked into the mirror and then looked away again, ruffling his hair as he did so. The sadness and guilt was irrepressible now.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I'm hurting people."

"You're only hurting you, Peter. You've got to learn to live."

Peter gave him a stern look and shook his head.

"What we're doing isn't right, Charlie. Killing people isn't right."

The man looked back at him, "How are we supposed to live, Peter? We're all alone in this cabin. You cannot tell me you don't like the company."

He gestured his arm towards a circular table. Five or six bodies were bound to the plastic chairs, all joyous and permanently merry. Tea cups were duct taped to their hands and propped to their mouths. The girl from the woods was bolted to the floor, the tops of her bare feet blanketed with iron nails rusting over from previous use. Her body was fixed into a welcoming pose and her face tilted with a smile. Her ivory skin now perfected and glossy from a coat of wax.

It was strange to think that a simple family camping trip would ultimately lead to her demise. Marie was from Grace, Idaho. Her family had decided to go on a short family camping trip, a short one indeed.

Charlie walked on over to her corpse, smiling.

"And how are you today, Marie?"

He touched her face, pretending to move her jaw like a ventriloquist.

"I'm very well."

Peter shook his head in dismay and covered his eyes.

"I don't want to see this madness. Why did you do this?"

"I didn't do this. You did this. Remember?"

"No, no, no, I didn't. I did not. I would have known. I would have remembered."

The man turned in his chair, "Oh yes, yes, yes, you did."

Peter sank to the floor in a fit of sobs, shaking his head.

"I would never do this. Never."

Charlie knelt down to him with a malicious smile, "Oh but you did. Remember?"

And then it was as though Charlie had entered his mind: her screams, her cries for help, her pleas, all were coming back to him as if he was still in some recurrent nightmare.

"Oh no, no, no.

Peter faced the mirror again.

"Oh yes, yes, yes."