Funhouse
It was another day on Earth and a particularly frosty day in the small mundane town of Finch where a woman named Esel had spent most of her 35 years of earthling life. Esel lived alone in her small stone cottage, passed down to her by her mother, nestled atop a hill on the outskirts of the town. From the outside the house was a picture of peace, the chimney puffed into the night sky and snow drifted restfully downwards. Esel had little awareness, apart from some meagre stirrings at the back of her brain, that tonight would be a stranger night than usual.
