When you were a child you would always be "talking to yourself" in your room or outside at dark times. You used to live in the woods, a lovely little cabin. But always complaining and rambling about the boy in the woods, claiming he's watching you and talks to you.

Now your an adult, coming back to the family cabin alone for the summer. Now your standing on the porch lazily, it was a long trip to get here that's for sure.