The story of Hedge
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, nothing was stirring not even a Hedgehog. Hedge woke in a gasp. "Where am I?".
It was a dark dull doll-like house and hedge was in front of the main door, but inside of the house. "What the frick?", he said, breathing heavily. He turned around to face the huge castle like door. He stepped forward, a small groan came from the floor, and he jumped. He reached for the door. He slowly pulled the huge wooden gate open. There was a darkened brick wall behind it. Hedge was stopped in his tracks, standing still. He heard a noise from behind. His eyes opened wide, and he turned around. Nothing. Except for the two dark hallways lit by almost nothing on either side. He saw a flicker coming from the right, and headed toward it. Hedge picked up the torch, and went on, the walls smelling like blood, the ceiling covered in cobwebs. When he tried to open a window, it wouldn't budge. He kicked at the glass. It shattered, leaving another wall. Glass cracking at his feet, he stepped down the stairs. Another noise. His torch went out. He was in complete cold darkness. He fell.
Mullet laughed.
This is part one of... maybe 5?
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