Cold Hell (A short story)

An old decrepit house sits on the edge of a dying forest. Wive's tales surround the place, warning off adventurous fools who'd wander far enough in to find it. They say none who enter return. That the building is always dark and cold. It's a cold hell on earth. But what truly looms those worn halls? A demon? A ghost? Or merely a psychotic man?

The truth is always far worst than we'd like it to be.