On the Brink of Writing!!

One Wintry night, there was a narrow light coming past the windows down the lane, I walked along the woods found a dark wooden house The door screeched as I took myself inside the house I found something fishy cos I found no one in the cottage I was wondering what would happen I heard strange voices some where in the wooden log cabin My mystical soul pondered what would and could be I climbed up the stairs and was struck by the most queer sight! It was an old good woman snoring loud deep in sleep Thank god! it was just a granny and not a crooked nanny!!