My eyelids uncovered my eyes. I saw the intimidating trees towering over me. I got up from the wet muddy floor. I looked around for anything to help me get away from isolation. At last my eyes came upon a wooden hut covered in fog. I looked up at the ominous sky, there was the pale moon glaring at me. I stumbled towards the hut that prepared to kill me. I walked up to the broken old door. I saw a doorbell on the side of the door. I pressed it. What I saw next haunts me to this door.