Tara walked out of the woods and into a clearing that was pretty unfamiliar. It helped that she had chosen to go off her usual walking trail today of all days and gotten lost. Now somehow she was standing in front of a little cottage. Two dark blonde eyebrows lifted so high that they nearly touched her hairline. "Well this is... Uh, new...?" She muttered under her breath. After all, it wasn't everyday that one stumbled across a cottage in the middle of nowhere. With caution in her emerald green eyes, she slowly moved closer to the house, her boots somehow landing silently despite how heavy they were.<br/><br/>By the time she reached the front door, she was starting to feel like she was in some horror movie. A hand reached out carefully to touch the doorknob. Instead it seemed to shy away from her as the door creaked open. "This isn't creepy... This isn't creepy at all..." She muttered under her breath. Swallowing hard, she didn't dare step in just yet. Instead she grabbed at the pocket knife she always had with her and flicked the blade out. "Hello?" She called out. Well, either she had just become that stupid girl that always dies first in horror movies or she was just talking awkwardly to an empty cottage.