Our house was nice and strong. My dad built it for us with his two bare hands out of wood and stone.The inside was nicely done, we had a large dining room. We had 2 rooms, one for me and the other for my parents. At the back of the house there was a huge shed that had space for my dad's working and building materials as well as enough space to keep a guest if we ever needed to lend someone a room. We had a peaceful life. That is, until something dreadful happened..