Little Sam's steps unconsciously quickened, he wanted to quickly leave the dark corridor and reach a lit area like the stairway, the hall, or the kitchen.
But he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination; he felt he had been walking for a long time and still hadn't escaped the darkness.
"Something's wrong." Little Sam stopped and glanced towards where the curtains were, outside was still the tree shadows clawing at the air.
Little Sam trembled as he walked forward, pulled open the curtains, and immediately heard the pounding sounds of the mountain winds against the windows, along with the peculiar shaped tree.
The tree was deeply etched in his memory, it was close to the terrace.
And he had retreated from the terrace some time ago. This meant that he hadn't actually moved at all.
