It was dark; there was not a single light turned on, and not one inhabitant had walked past this house. It does not look old; however, the interior and the furniture all seem ancient, as if they had been here even before I was born. Regardless, it does seem that someone lives here, or at least that's how I feel.
"How does some tea sound?" The man that I had caught watching me on the way home asks. He does not seem like a bad person, but he sure gives off a mysterious aura, the kind of aura with which you wouldn't be able to predict his next move. I feel hopeless at the moment, so I just agreed. My gut is telling me that I could get hurt if I do not do as he says.
