Walking through woods on a cold winter morning, the sweet smell of cinnamon wafted through the trees.
Imaginations of the forest around me danced through my head; the snow turned to crystalline sugar, and the trees were thick, creamy chocolate.
In the midst of my fantasizing, I came across a dilapidated old building that appeared as though it had been abandoned for several decades.
I stepped over the open threshold, startling a massive crow, which took to the air and began to circle the building.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing cackle echoed around me, the reverberations knocking snow from the tree branches over my head.
A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt as though I was a tiny, vulnerable child on the precipice of some great danger.
My legs started to shake uncontrollably and my heart beat frantically as I was overcome with fear.
I felt something touch my shoulder, and I turned to find a pair of luminescent green eyes staring back at me.
An ancient, wrinkled woman stood before me with an upturned scowl plastered on her face.