There's a place deep within our woods that we will not go. It's rotten walls shelter the things of which we do not speak. The windows, weathered and worn, darken the daylight. The doors barred from the inside, refuse inquisition. Yet it is here that our thoughts often reside. It is this place, however small and unassuming, that has the power to rule your domain. Make it your haunt. Make it your home.