You're in a forest. You have absolutely no idea where you are. You've lost count of the days that you've been walking, at times stumbling, searching for a way out.

About two hours ago you thought you saw an area that you recognised. Hope and relief surged within you as you found the strength to pick up pace and run into a clearing. This is where the trail was right? Somewhere around here?

But no, soon you realised you'd been through this area twice now. That's why you recognised that mound of rocks...

It's been a while since you last ate and it would be an understatement to say you're hungry. Right now you're thinking about the last meal you complained about, and thinking of how delicious it would be right now... The panic that's steadily consuming you, has been enhanced by the fear that you're beginning to slowly starve.

Hope of ever getting out of here began to fade an hour or so ago.

At last you're at the utter edge of despair. It's futile to continue on like this. Better just to lie down and...

Then you see something that makes you wonder if you've finally lost your mind completely. A house. But it's not just an ordinary log cabin.  It's made out of... confectionary.

It has to be a dream. Perhaps you slipped over back by those rocks and hit your head?

Does it matter? The house is made of damn candy! And holy shit you sure could go a jelly-bear right now! You ignore all flaws in this questionable logic as you stumble forward, possessed by hunger, and begin to shove sugary sweets into your mouth.

Then, the front door creaks open and a woman walks out onto the chocolate bar doorstep. You nearly jump out of your skin with surprise (as if the appearence of a human is the strangest thing in this scenario?) and quickly move your hand across your mouth in an effort to wipe the evidence of toffee from around your lips.

The woman merely smiles, as if she's been expecting you. If you were thinking clearly right now, you would pay attention to the voice of doubt that's noticed how her smile (amid other things) is just a teensy bit disconcerting...

Instead, you step into the house and look around at the surprisingly inedible interior. Instead, the house is adorned with cats.  One... two... three... seven cats!  They stare at you suspiciously.  The voice of doubt grows. You begin to recall the tales you heard as a child...

Seeing your hesitation, the woman rushes to close the door behind you, remarking that there's a cold breeze.  The click of the key turning in the door is almost inaudible. Almost.

You open your mouth to protest, although you're not quite sure what it is you're protesting against. She silences you by smothering your words with her own, as she begins to chat away about life's little mundanities.

Eventually, her bubbly chatter succeeds in relaxing you somewhat. 

Soon, you even begin to offer your own little tid-bits of conversation.

Before you know it, you're sitting at the kitchen table, watching as she sets about preparing a meal. What's on the menu? She gives you a secretive smile. Stew. What kind of stew? Oh you'll see...

You feel bad about coming into her house and eating her food. Especially as you'd recently tried to devour the walls of her home. But she reassures you that you'll have a contribution to make towards the dinner... Again with the disconcerting smile.