First message
The rattling of the windows echoed through the empty home and sent shivers down my spine. From the outside, this home seemed deserted. But after shutting the door behind me, I realize that someone is very much living here. The fireplace is crackling, and several decorations made of carved wood adorn the walls and surfaces of the living space.
Before I can go and take a few steps to admire the craftsmanship of all the art, I hear the door bang open. My heart drops.
“Who the hell are you?”