The house was located at the top of the hill at the end of a winding road.

It
wasn't obvious that the house was there, but everyone in town knew that it existed.
They were just all too afraid to ever go and see it in person.
She sat in the darkened room waiting. It was now a standoff. He had the power to
put her in the room, but not the power to make her repent. It wasn't fair and no
matter how long she had to endure the darkness, she wouldn't change her attitude.
At three years old, Sandy's stubborn personality had already bloomed into full
view.
It had been a rough day. Things hadn't gone as planned and that meant Hannah got
yelled at by her boss. It didn't even matter that it wasn't her fault. When things
went wrong at work, Hannah got the blame no matter the actual circumstances. It
wasn't fair, but there was little she could do without risking her job, and she
wasn't in a position to do that with the plans she had.
There was a reason for her shyness. Everyone assumed it had always been there but
she knew better. She knew the exact moment that the shyness began. It had been that
fateful moment at the lake. There are just some events that do that to you.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The
morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air.
There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.