The hunter and me

There was a hunter in the woods, who after a long dayhunting, was in the middle of the thick forest. It was getting dark and having lost his way and bearing, decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage.

After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night.He approached, and found the door slighty opened. Nobodywas inside. The hunter flooped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.

As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surpised to see the walls adorned by several potraits,all painted in incredible detail.Without exception, they appeared to be staring down athim. Their deformed features twisted into looks ofhatred and malice.Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces,he turned to face the wall and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, the hunter awoke and he turned around blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows......