There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a
long day of hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It
was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to
head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly
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 ajar. Nobody was inside. The
hunter flopped 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 surprised to see the walls adorned by several
portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception,
they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted
into looks of hatred 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.
morning, the hunter awoke -- he turned, blinking in unexpected
sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no
portraits, only windows.