The room is cold... not just cold but the type of cold that makes your bones shiver. The room is furnished much like the way my mom remade my childhood bedroom after I moved out. It just wouldn't feel comfortable to me. I could never get used to it. The bed is made too well, the colours are too pastel. The dresser is too archaic...

Its dark... old dead rotting trees make the forest univiting and scary.

The trail looks like it hasn't been used by humans in years. As I walked thorns pierced my pantlegs. The further I walked, the darker it got... and the worse the trail became. Almost to the point that it no longer seemed like a trail but nearly impassable brush.

Its a murky creek about ten feet wide. Tree trunks jut out of the slow moving water...

Its a silver hip flask. On it's side there is an engraving: "To S.H. thanks for being there V.B."

Its a small gold key. I've never seen a key like it before. It have no clue what it could open...