Going back up can only lead the werewolf to following him or looking for a new scent of prey to hunt. He could see that there was an exit door in front of where the werewolf was busy devouring the body on the floor. “There’s that bottle, maybe I can hide and throw it to the other side of the room, it will try to verify the source of the sound and I will have a distraction to use for my escape.” He thought while he kept his eyes on the werewolf for any sign of it moving towards him. He carefully took some steps back and hid behind a curtain that used to separate two beds and he executed his plan.

The werewolf turned around to look at the source of the noise and let out a deafening scream. Surgit could feel his heart pounding against his chest, he had to time his escape perfectly otherwise he might become the beast’s next meal. As it made for the source of the noise, Surgit started shifting slowly towards the exit door.

“Cling!” he had hit a bottle laying on the floor with his foot. The following actions were a blur in Surgit’s mind. The beast had turned around, seen him and started running towards him, smashing all the beds that were between them. Surgit had used all his willpower to get his legs to move and ran as fast as he could. All he could see was that exit door. He’d go out and close it behind him. After all it seemed like a big oaken door that could hold a beast for some minutes until he could find a way out of this terrible situation. He reached the door and closed it after him. The plan worked, the beast was still pounding at the door. He turned around to quickly find a way out of there when if front him, he saw a man with a big axe attacking him and aiming at his head “thud”. Blood filled his eyes and he saw the man’s long teeth, red eyes and furry arms looking at him with fury and delight.

Surgit opened his eyes once more and found himself in a garden, lying face down on the grass. He looked up and saw an enormous moon in the sky, illuminating a huge hill. There was a garden full of white flowers and grass. It seemed like it was the only thing that could grow over there. A curved passageway in the middle of the garden led to a small wooden house on top of the hill. All around the house, gravestones could be seen surrounding it. It made for a harrowing scene.

The house looked old. It seemed that no one had been living there for a very long time. Behind the house, Surgit saw tree branches. The gigantic tree lay in the middle of another garden to which access had been restricted by fences and an iron locked door. He turned around and he saw that the hill was surrounded by metal barriers, barring access in and out of it. On the distance, Surgit saw only fog; the place resembled a floating island. Not a living sound could be heard at all. No birds, no insects on the ground and… no wind at all. It felt like the calm before the storm. That place frightened Surgit but at the same time he felt relieved to be there. The gravestones gave the place a sinister look even though its calm and flowers soothed Surgit’s heart. After what had just happened to him, a few moments of silence were all he needed.