It was a cold night in Pennsylvania, around November in 2009. The sun had just set and there was a light sheet of snow covering the Evergreen trees and houses. Light was scarce, except for the few bulbs burning in the occasional homes that were rarely occupied. Not a single street light to be seen. It was hard to see outside, except for the parts where the moonlight was not blocked my the plethora of trees.. There was very few signs of life in this hallowed community called Brier Crest Woods. It felt abandoned and empty.
I was watching T.V. while lying on my bed. At the time, I lived in a three story house. It was mustard yellow and had a barn shaped roof. My room was on the second floor sandwiched right in the middle of the house. As the fire blazed in the frigid house, I could the smell of smoke lingered in the thick, crisp air.
Jake's Jungle 