I remembered there being a treehouse there when I was little. But the memory was shallow enough I wasn’t sure if it was a memory at all, or just a wishful thought. It was clear something had happened here and a feeling of deep sadness choked its way up my throat. I stumbled back, stricken, and escaped into the forest as quickly as I could to get away from the heat in my eyes and the shaking in my limbs. The sadness followed me all the way home. Something bad had happened there. I could feel it in my very bones.
