Rustic cabin on a cliff at night. Two people on the porch, one inside, with misty mountains and a crescent moon.

​YouTube Script: The Cabin at Dead End ​[0:00-1:00] The Hike into the Clouds The road didn't just end; it collapsed. A massive shelf of slate and mud had slid across the pass, leaving Mike and Lynn’s SUV stranded at the edge of a thousand-foot drop. With the sun dipping low and the wind beginning to howl through the pines, they had no choice. They took what they could carry and started the climb. ​The trail was steep, a jagged spine of rock that seemed to lead nowhere. But as the last of the light bled out of the sky, they saw it: a cabin, massive and dark, perched on a ridge like an observant bird of prey. ​[1:00-2:00] The Unlocked Door They reached the porch, their boots heavy with mountain mud. Mike hammered on the door. "Hello? Is anyone here?" ​The only reply was the wind whistling through the eaves. He tried the knob. It didn't just turn; it glided open as if the hinges had been freshly oiled. ​"Mike, wait," Lynn whispered, grabbing his sleeve. "We shouldn't just walk in." ​"It’s freezing, Lynn. We'll explain ourselves when they get back." ​They stepped into the foyer. The air was heavy, smelling of old wood and something sweet—like rotting lilies. They called out "Hello?" again and again, their voices echoing off the high, vaulted ceilings. No footsteps. No voices. Only the sound of their own breathing. ​[2:00-3:15] The Impossible Hearth They moved deeper into the Great Room. Mike’s flashlight beam danced over dusty furniture and heavy velvet curtains. And then, they See more