After a while of walking forward and seeing nothing but trees, I was about to turn back around. The soles of my feet pulsed and ached, every other muscle on the verge of cramping due to the tension I placed on myself. But I couldn't walk anymore. I slumped against a tree and plopped to the ground. My eyes dropping close and head nodding off. "Sooo sleepy." I mumbled under my breath.

A flash of leafs and a glimpse of a coat, a faint smell of smoke.

A memory recently uncovered.

I blinked again. "What the..." I confusedly mumbled. 'Why would I remember that here?' I thought. I slowly stood up again, raising my arms above my head and stretching. The sound of bones cracking satisfying to my ears. A slight groan escaped my lips. A muscle had cramped in my leg. I whimpered lightly and bit my lip. Forcing myself to continue stretching, eventually the pain left and all that was left was a dull ache.

"God. That hurt like a mother fluffer. " I grumbled, my mood tumbling down. I was tired, bored, sleepy, and hungry. Yet having not found anything, I was not planning on returning. So after completing some more satisfying stretches did I continue walking. Eventually reaching what seemed to be the other end of the forest, the light gleaming beautifully.

Almost realistic.

But I knew it was just artificial light. Running through the forest line like a starved man, I gasped at the sight before me. Eyes wide. "w-what?" I stuttered out. Before me stood my home. The very same house I grew up in.

"Impossible." I breathed out. I walked up the hill upon where the house sat on, hand rising up to knock on the door. but I lowered it again. What was the point of knocking. No one was in the house because I knew my parents were dead. I also knew that this house shouldn't even be standing. It should have burned to the ground at the time my parents fled from it with me in my dads arms.

So I knew this was just a replica of my house. ' but why would they go through all the trouble to recreate my house,' I wondered. I shook my head to disperse the worries and questions that had no resolution.

Instead I confidently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, the door did not resist and opened with a slight groan. "well then that was unsuspecting," I said, walking in. my eyes narrowed, the entrance hallway looked exactly like the one in my memories. I walked up the hall and looked into all the rooms, making my way up the stairs to look at the rooms.

Everywhere I looked, I saw my childhood. Ghost from the past moving around me, relieving my memories of a time where I lived in my house.

I walked into my room, steps heavy with dread and heart beating erratically. It was exactly the same as that day. Toys strewn all over the floor and bed neatly made. I walked toward the center and... just stood there.

I closed my eyes and remembered, whether real or fake memories, I remembered them all. Evening my breath out. Strangely enough I felt at peace.

But all good things must come to an end.

The memories vanished like smoke as I gently opened my eyes, my breathing slow and even. I walked toward the exit and stopped, looking over my shoulder and smiled before stepping out and closing the door behind me. I turned and headed to the end of the hallway.

There was the master suite door, my parents room.

I hesitated, 'should i go in? Its not their actual room, but this house sure feels like mine.' I bite my lips nervously, my hands playing with the cuff of my sleeves.

Before straightening myself up and holding my head up high. I opened the door with a determined tug. It opened with little resistance. I dared not enter. It was hard enough opening the door and I couldn't handle anymore. My body trembled violently, my vision swam and blurred with unshed tears, chocked sobs tried to escape me. One hand clasped above my heart, the other stayed by my side and clutched the cuff of my sleeve.

I could barely breath.

Memories both real and fake flashed once again through my head. I shook my head, turned, and fled down the stairs and headed to the kitchen, I went towards the basement door located under the stairs. I cocked my head to the side and stared intently at the door.

"Now that I think about it, I have never been to the basement before."

I opened the door with too much force and ended up slamming the door against the wall. The slam echoing through the empty house. I cringed at the sound instinctually. I looked down the stairs to see nothing but complete darkness.

A strange howling seemed to rise from the depths of the basement. Along with a bone chilling breeze. I shivered from the cold breeze and forbidding feeling that washed over me. I looked for a switch inside and saw none. 'There's no switch inside or out? how strange.' I thought, my eyebrows furrowing downward.

I took a big intake of air to steel my nerves and grabbed the handle of the stair. I tentatively began my descend. Eventually the light behind me dimming to a glimmer.

Straining my eyes in hope of seeing something beyond.

But it was useless

Then a strong gust hit me from somewhere to my left. It caught me by surprise and I stumbled backward, my back hitting the wall.

CLICK

A dim light buzzed to life, illuminating the basement. What I saw astonished me and strangely enough brought my expectation down.

The basement was plain and boring, unlike what I expected to find. There was only a sink and shelfs filled with empty bottles of all kinds. Once again I felt the gust of wind and I turned to the direction from which it came from.

"What the?" I said perplexed.

There was a shelf in the direction of the wind. Curious and confused, I approached it. Every once in a while, smaller gust would hit me. I looked to the top, bottom and in between the shelfs. Going as far as to look at the sides. Yet I saw nothing that could explain the gust. Unexpecting I was hit dead smack in the face by a stronger gust.

Its then that I noticed some of the bottles tremble.

Curious and determined to find the answer, I began to remove the bottles and place them on the floor. At long last, I saw the source of the icy wind. There was a whole in the wall, just big enough for someone like me to fit through.

'Does it lead anywhere?' was my first thought.