Horror Story

House of Nightmares
He stumbled through the snow, hugging himself in a desperate attempt to stay warm. The blizzard raged around him, battering him so much he could barely see, snow clinging to his frozen face. If he didn’t find shelter immediately, he would die. He stopped. In front of him was a tree, or what could only be called a tree. Its bark was dull and rotten underneath the snow but its few thin branches offered slight protection from the storm. He quickly got under it, cleared a space for himself and sat down. He knew he couldn’t stay still for long but maybe the weather would die down in a few minutes. He was safe, for now, unless he fell asleep. The thought of sleep brought a warm feeling and he felt his eyelids begin to close. No! He knew if he feel asleep he would freeze for sure! But still he felt himself begin to slip away to a world that seemed all too tempting.
He awoke to the cheerful sound of singing birds, chirping happily in the tree tops above him. His back was rested at the bottom of a great oak tree, its branches full of fresh green leaves glistening with morning dew. A pleasant warm sun illuminated the thin valley that curved behind a hill in front of him. The smell of new green grass and bright colourful spring flowers brought a confused smile to his face as he stood up slowly. He started walking along the naturally made path of soft moss and wondered to himself where he could be. His mind was fuzzy and unclear but he could only have guessed the storm had gone off and that the sun had melted all the snow. This didn’t seem very likely but he didn’t really care what had happened as long as he was safe. Now that his immediate danger had gone, the man continued round thought the valley until suddenly he came across a remote little cottage, standing not far from him. The man began to feel a cooling breeze as the temperature started to drop and it was getting close to dark surprisingly quickly. The little cottage became more and more tempting