#mitamare

      He might have asked who she was talking to, were he not used to her eccentricities. And Mink was a man of many curiosities he never voiced. They weren’t important enough. Instead, he kept a careful eye on the girl, watching as she greeted the nothingness in the air as if it were corporeal, and a face staring back at her.

he had to admit to himself that this walk through the woods was... possibly not the best idea that Garry had ever had. Sure, he explored the forest all the time, for art inspiration, or simply to get away and have some peace for himself. But there was something eerie about these woods... Something he couldn’t put his finger on. And the deeper he went, the worse the feeling got.

Yet for some strange reason, Garry didn’t turn back.

He stepped on a twig, and it snapped beneath his shoe obscenely. Garry’s heart nearly stopped when he looked up to see a building, run down and abandoned, in what must have constituted as a clearing -- or, as close to one as these woods would permit.