A weary traveler walks through a cold, dark town at night, searching for a cheap place to stay. His feet ache, and he longs for a warm bed and some rest.
He notices a small house with a warm, glowing light in the window. Curious, he steps closer and peers inside. He sees a cozy room with a crackling fire, comfortable chairs, and soft cushions. The room looks so inviting that he decides to knock on the door.
A kind old woman answers, smiling warmly. "Come in, my dear," she says, her voice gentle and welcoming. He steps inside, and the house feels warm and peaceful, almost too quiet.
She leads him to a comfortable chair by the fire and asks him to sit. Soon, she brings him hot tea and a biscuit, chatting pleasantly as he drinks. The tea tastes a little strange, but he doesn't think much of it.
He notices an old picture hanging on the wall — two young men, smiling. Their faces seem familiar, though he can't remember why. He wants to ask about them, but a heavy drowsiness washes over him.
Slowly, the light in the room begins to fade. The house grows completely silent. The traveler closes his eyes — and never leaves the house again.