uninvited guests. . .
falsarosa
petalblower
rosenrisen
mint-gingham
thegrimmredridinghood
. . . Deep within this forest everyone avoids.
Guests, once again. The house stood tall, and the red haired 'man' stood atop a nearby stump of a tree that must have been cut down at some point. He'd look at those that arrived, and frown. Usually he was thinking people that were lured here were friends of the witch. Apparently, the danger of the forest lured them here instead, or maybe even an outside force? It certainly wasn't his doing, nor was it ellen's. " Lost, i presume? "












