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The height of the hills are what intrigued her the most. She always had an inquisitive spirit, and was looking for a new adventure.
She prepared for her escapade well, taking a bindle full of useful items, including; a compass, climbing ropes, matches, and a hand drawn map, amongst other things. Wrapping up in a woolly scarf, and pulling on her red boots, she thought about what she would discover when climbing those hills. The night was drawing in, but the sky was bright, and the stars flickered through the rolling clouds. She left the house confidently, feeling the cold air hit her face and throwing her hood over her head, she followed the winding path towards the mountains, which were visible on the horizon.
Looking up at the walls of nature either side of her, with a rope thrown over her shoulder, she searched for an adequate climbing spot. After much deliberation, she decided on a particularly steep part of the hill, and started to climb, wondering what could be over the other side.
Reaching the top she looked over the moonlit landscape, swinging fearlessly from a rope in the air. The clouds continued to tumble gently across the night sky, now hiding the mountains from view. After jumping down, she was surprised to find a wood, with an aged wooden sign that read ‘no trespassing’. In her curiosity, she ignored the sign and carried on through the trees. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched beneath her feet, she quickly discovered how big the wood was.
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In what felt like the most secluded part of the forest, she began to hear a distance melody playing. The tune was eerie, and simple. She followed the sound, carefully weaving in and out of the trees. Just as she was beginning to doubt her decision to carry on exploring, she noticed a dim light shining through some leaves. Getting closer she realised where it was coming from. At the highest point of the hill stood a quaint little house with a red roof, about the size of a garden shed. There were no windows, just a door, which was ajar. This was where the music was coming from.
Stepping closer to the solitary house, she saw a long trail of smoke coming from the chimney. ‘Someone must be in’, she thought. Time had passed, the music grew louder, but the same tune continued to blare out of the house. Abruptly, it stopped, just as she reached the edge of the house. Her eyes were darting around the place where she stood, ‘how do they know I'm here?’, she whispered under her breath. She was so certain she hadn't made a sound.
Placing her bindle on the ground, she stood up against the wall, feeling the rough texture of the bricks beneath her fingers. She peered around the corner. The door swung open and light poured out on to the patchy turf. Building up the courage and thinking she could reason with whoever lived there, she peered inside. It was just one room, which was
empty. Aside from a large oil lamp burning in the corner. There was nothing to suggest that music had been playing at all. No one was there. Just the sense that she was being
watched.
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