i lived in an old stone cottage on a moor. it was blistering cold and sometime near christmas. during the day packs of man high wolves circled the house and i was too scared to go outside to have a cigarette. at night my grandparents and i played a board game in the room with french doors. the room had such a bad and haunted feeling to it that i left and went to a party room with a piano which was brightly lit, as opposed to the other room which had been lit by a candle.
