A weak and injured hedgehog approaches upon an old dark grey stoned mansion that seemed to tip to one side. The weather was not on his side as a waterfall of rain hit his blooded wounds. The streaking lighting provided the poorly socked hedgehog a glimpse of the seemingly haunted mansion. It all seemed unreal as if it was a dream or a nightmare…

Reality would quick back in with the raw power of thunder. Every pound it gave to the earth with every quake it made would be enough to make you feel alive as if you were living that moment. Although the hedgehog had other things on his mind for starters staying alive.

As he painfully limped to the splintering huge doors that were in need of attention. Although small and weak the hedgehog manage to reach out to the knob and twist it to his hopes it opened. As the hedgehog made his way through the mouldy doors he called out with what either strength he had to see if anyone was home to no surprise there was no answer. The only sounds the weak and soaked hedgehog could hear was the blooded water running off of his cobalt blue fur only to hit a dusted marbled floor and the blistering storm out side. He manage to shut the mouldy doors. Now in pitch black with only the lighting which manage to get through the dusted windows the cobalt blue hedgehog could see a light flickering under a wooden door which also needed attention. He slower limped to the door every step he took sent a sharp pain up his leg. As the hedgehog turns the knob and slowly opens the door he was hit from a blast of heat. He was shock to find a large stoned fire place with chopped wood alit no wonder the source of heat. As the hedgehog painfully made his way to an old fashioned leather couch that was placed in front of the fire he couldn't help wonder who had lit it? and where were they?