At the top of the hill is a thin, wooden, two-storey house. Very old. Looking abandoned. Grey wood. Windows reflecting black. Only the roof has any colour, shingles slick red and seeping.
No path leading up to the house. Do you want to keep going? Do you want to go up to that house?
No Ears warned you that your heart would fail. Do you remember how he laughed, and kept laughing, all the way down, until he was just a speck, an echo, a warning in your head?