The house was small.. walls made of stone floor made of it too, when I was cold you'd bring blankets when I was hungry you'd bring food. My mother always said to stay out of the forest, I knew why now the creatures made of darkness were horrific beings.. the shadows made of all black fog almost tore me apart, if it wasn't for the nightmare "saving" me I'd be dead. Nightmares looked almost human, like a vampire in all ways maybe.. their dark black lifeless eyes a dead give away.