It's been a few minutes sense my strange encounter now,and I've decided to explore. I got up and walked over to the little desk beside the bed,and evaluated it's contents closely. There was a little box,which looked way more interesting then the other things on the desk.
I reached down and slowly picked up the box,examining the print which scrawled itself across the outside. When I finally made it back to the bed,I carefully laid the box down and lifted the top. I was surprised to see that inside of the box were pictures, which were very yelloed from age.
These were extremely old pictures, I could tell from the yellowing and the black and white. As I carefully scrutinized the people in the picture,I recognised the man and three children, but no wife.
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FantasyHunger.Its the word that makes people cringe just by thinking about it,the feeling that drives you to the brink of insanity,and the thing that drove me to notice that I was no where I belonged,but instead in an unfamiliar, imaculately tidy cottage.
