​As I walk along the mighty trees, dry leaves crushing beneath my steps, I find an old house. With walls that are creamy and flaky as if abandoned from a long age. There stands in front of me a huge wooden door, a plain brown painted door. I've been warned not to roam in the woods but I can't resist the feeling of curiosity. I've seen this place a number of times before but I never dared to go inside for the haunting look it has. I still get a strange feeling not to go there but I walk upto the stairs and open the door. As it creaks, I make my way inside and I can...