The wind whistled around me and the tall trees cast shadows on the ground. Am I the only one who thinks everything has a face when your scared? I could see two eyes and a devious smile in everything, from the shadows the trees reflected to the two glowing windows in the tower up ahead.

A small overlook wrapped around the top compartment lined with rails and gargoyles. The bottom half was spiraled and twisted in a way that reminded me of a tree, but if you looked close enough you could see the cracked stones and vines threading this way and that. The building almost looked like a treehouse.

But it definitely wasn’t a magic treehouse.

I tugged my jacket closer and stumbled along the path.

The tower was the last place I wanted to go, but it’s not like I could just wait the night out under a tree. I’d die from frostbite or maybe get eaten by a wolf. The tree could collapse on top of me for all I know.

The point is, I was getting hungrily desperate. Any bit of shelter would be like a dessert.

Even one with creepy statues.

I tried to convince myself that as I stepped up onto the path and faced the rocky monstrosity before me.

Imagine a haunted house on stilts.

I approached the wide door and knocked. The wood felt wet and I could almost feel my knuckles freezing from the water. Great.

Maybe this wasn’t a sweet treat.

Maybe this was poison, a faster way towards death.

I could use that for marketing.

The door swung open, interrupting my train of thought.

The light inside was warm, despite the questionable location of the building and the spooky architecture. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out who’s silhouette was standing in the doorway.

(Im gonna continue and edit this I just wanna save my streak <3 )