thursday night

The house in the forest is like a concrete bunker. Huge, solid, yet peculiarly difficult to look at. It seems impenetrable. There are no doors and no windows. Protruding from the roof is a large, semi-transparent orange tube. It looks like it is made of plastic. A human body would only just fit inside. Perhaps that is its feeding mechanism. I enter the house by some subterranean means but I cannot remember what it encloses.