There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day of hunting was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark and having lost his bearings has decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had become, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. No body was inside. The hunter flopped down in the bed, deciding to explaining himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around the inside of the building, he was surprised to see the walls were adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they all seemed to be staring down at him, their featured twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned towards the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep. The next morning the hunter woke, blinking in the unexpected sunlight. Looking up the hunter realized that there were no portraits, only windows.
