So as me and Ethan were walking, I noticed a change in the environment. The trees around us started to become gray, leafless, twisted. Dead. And like usual, Ethan was distracted. As we entered a clearing, we noticed the house a few kilometers away. It looked like it was about to collaspe. The paint was a faded blackish-green. The roof was closing in. The house was in a very horrible condition. Then out of no where, fog started to pour out of the forest and started to block my vision of the house. Every thing turned black. I could hear Ethan pulling out his staff and trying to summon a miniature sun to be able to see through the fog. But it didn't work. As soon as it came though, it left. Nothing changed except for two things. The house looked like it was freshly built, the blackish-green paint fresh, the roof and walls nice and sturdy. And the trees around the clearing looked freshly plant. The leaves was nice and green. The branches and trunk was nice and brown. But now the fog came back again and the same thing happened just like a little bit ago. And after the fog cleared, the environment looked the same as when me and Ethan arrived here. "So shall we go in?" asked Ethan. "I don't think that is a very good idea," I said."I mean, who knows what is in that God-foresaken house. And besides, aren't we suppose to be looking for the venoflix?" "Alright," said Ethan, defeated. "Let's go back and try to find it," But as soon as we turned around, the trees moved and blocked our way of the path. "Well I guess we have to stay here," I said. "But I am not going in that house" "Alright," acknowledged Ethan. "I am going to see if-" "HELP!" "What was that?" asked Ethan. "How should I know?" I said. "But apparently we will have to go into the house to find out."
