The night was coal with heavy rainclouds hanging overhead. Isolated, the house stood alone, with only its thoughts left for comfort. You couldn’t see anything through those windows, they were as dark as a lonely dragon’s lair in a winter full of frostbite. Weeds and muck covered the path. The plants were overgrown and were grabbing onto each and every side of the stone path as if they were taking back the land that was once theirs. Clouds loomed over the garden as a peculiar man appeared at the end of the nettle covered path. He had a hunchback and wide eyes as if he’d seen something, something odd, something scary, something no human could imagine, not even in their nightmares