Colton-
This place smells of hell. Or at least what I assume hell smells like. My team and I came in through the back. There is some weird storage area right off the back porch. There are hanging meats being dried, and a lot have spoiled. We may be freaking wolves, but we like our meat fresh.
So that smell of rotten meat plus the dust and dirt of this dark room with no windows? I mean, luckily, we can see just fine, but still. Oh, and let’s not forget the rocking chairs on the wooden porch that are rocking all by themselves. Seriously, do we not have to check off all these typical witch boxes?
We head towards the door that seems to have a sliver of light underneath it. I assume we are headed into the kitchen. Vera is right behind me. Two warriors are trailing behind us. We slowly cree
