My family is a small family with my dad, mom and me. We have our own house in my native place. For my education, we shifted here.We use to live in a h...ouse for rent. It is a house with two floors and a terrace.We live on the first floor and our house owner family lives on the ground floor. Our house owner family includes his wife and his 3-year-old baby.He works as a medical representative, his working time is almost for 12 hours. His wife is a teacher (aged 31) in a nearby nursery and primary. Now you need to move on." Oh why is that?" he asked."I think the bartender is about to call the police. I assume that since we are tourists, they will take your ass off to jail. I also assume that it won't be your first rodeo cowboy. So unless you enjoyed the last time behind those gray walls, you should move on." You and me are going to meet again," he said to me with an evil smile."Did your friends call you Kevin back at the dart board?" I asked."Yes they did," he said.Kevin was leaning. ..”She sighed. “I need to tell you all this, but not here, not now. Take me to bed, please, honey?”I locked my bedroom door, assuming we’d more than likely have small and curious visitors early in the morning, knowing I’d rather be at least partially dressed when they were admitted.We piled our clothes neatly on the chair, then Mel rummaged in the bags and pulled out our sleep wear. A cheeky grin. “No point in putting it on only to have to take it off again, hey, honey?”“Leave it handy for when. He walked past a row of trees and instantly the rising sun seemed to dim, and almost disappear. He walked cautiously with every step he made, as his eyes adjusted to the new surroundings. Never had he seen a place such as this valley!This ground he walked upon was dead. Trees lay toppled over and the ground was moist with growing fungus. This must be Mysteria Valley, he thought. It was a place of Death. The scent of decay hung in the air like a billowing cloud that followed his every step..