My granddad house was my sanctuary. I always went when I needed to get away from my problems. This helped me since I suffer from depression. It is takes me away from the pent-up anger and emotion. I don’t know what is about being there but it brings out the softer sweeter side of me. This was the one place where I knew no matter what I was safe. The thing is that I only felt that way inside the actual house and nowhere outside of it. The reason for this is that the house is surrounded by a deeply wooded area. As a child I was always told by family members to never go out into the woods after dark. They would tell horror stories on how terrible things would happen in the woods. Me being the tough guy I was, never really payed what they were
