I walk though a forest to a log cabin

The old stone tiles path becomes more and transparent and grass grabbing and cutting my legs as it descends deeper into a steep, rocky and bumpy jungle red eyes all around wet slimey mud splashing all over my cut legs thorn stabbing my legs smoke in the distance a icy breeze appearing branches twisting and turning light flashing of a burning fire ahead coming to an old horrifying pine tree and stone cabin with a dark spruce door creaky opening and closing.