Orientation

On a dark night when the sky was the colour of blood and howling winds knocking down larg trees in their path a creaky house stood waiting to pounce on any one who went near. On top of the very tall hill where the creaky hose stands lives one of the maddest meanest person his name is Mr Horrible and he is the reposing man alive and his hair has never been shone and never been washed. And ever week him and his dark black figers go to a blazing fire and hum a ritual.