THE burrow is a place where not many can survive. The damp, cold landscape filled with horrors even the toughest men would faint at the sight. Once you step into the mysterious and bleak landscape it is said you fall to a labyrinth of monsters of the deepest shadows.

Often young teenagers make bets and jokes with their friends to take a daring step into the damp meadow. Along with men stumbling from bar to bar happen to find their way to the burrow.

Rest assured that someone, anyone who once knew these individuals will find one random body part at their doorstep. The body parts pale and cold do not rot, even if they sit in the fiery sun for days.

It is often said that those who make their way through the burrow become immortal beings. Immortal beings that guide those who take the unfortunate step into the cold meadow.

A very select few people have seen the horrors that thrive in the burrow. Those individuals have never spoken since. Almost seeming to be in a comatose state.

YOUNG Emma knew this yet often found herself on the edge of the border. Looking into the vast meadow painting what she sees.

She couldn't stop this curiosity even if she tried, and trust me she's tried. She just has so many questions about the bleak and damp meadow.

What happens in there?

Who is doing this?

Why only one random body part is left to be seen?

How did it get there?

These questions run through her mind daily.

One day while Emma was just about to finish her latest painting a young boy ran up to her.

“What are you doing?” he asks

“I'm painting this mysterious place,” she replied only stopping her painting and looking up now and then to take in the view.

“Why?” the young boy asks.

“Because I'm curious.”

The young boy nods while looking out. Usually, when he appears in front of his prey they seem to sense the danger he brings and run. They run into the burrow fear taking over their body. But this girl does not.

“Let me make a deal with you,” the young boy offers. Emma feels something off a shiver runs down her spine.

“What would you like to offer me? She questions curiously knowing this is no ordinary little boy.

“Follow me,” he says as he walks over the border. Emma gasps fearing for the boy's life she runs toward him, ignoring the mud sloshing around her feet. “It's okay,” the boy says comforting the scared girl.

“How are we still alive?” she asks looking around and taking in the sights.

“This is my burrow,” the boy States innocently flashing Emma a wide smile.

“What- that doesn't make any sense,” she stampers.

The boy snaps his fingers Emma finds herself and the boy further in the burrow. “Wow, this is crazy!” she states excitedly. What she fails to realize is that her left hand is now missing.

And is currently on her mother's doorstep along with her favorite paintbrush.

While Emma and the boy, Ben run around and explore the burrow. A sorrowful yell is heard throughout the small town. Another one lost.