We trusted the GPS. That was the first mistake.
It was supposed to take us to a rental cabin for the weekend.
Instead, it led us deep into the woods. No signal. No other cars. No houses for miles.
Then we saw it.
An old house, barely visible through the trees.
The GPS said: "You have arrived."
We should have turned around.
But we didn’t.
The door wasn’t locked.
Inside, it felt… wrong.
Not abandoned. Not empty.
The table in the kitchen was already set.
Three plates.
Three glasses.
Three chairs pulled out.
There are three of us.
For a second, we laughed.
Like maybe it was just coincidence.
Then Daniel frowned.
His bag was still in the car.
But his phone…
was already on the table.
Screen on.
Battery full.
Like it had been waiting.
That’s when we noticed the fridge.
There was a printed map pinned to it.
Our route.
From the moment we left home… to this house.
And at the bottom, written by hand:
“You’re right on time.”