The prior residents discovered ways to keep these creatures of the night at bay, though it makes little sense to me. How a bundle of herbs or a rusty nail functions as a bar to their entrance, I cannot say. Yet it does.

Over the past few nights they’ve ripped and clawed at the structure, successfully destroying plank walls but never stepping beyond. They want me, my flesh or soul, and are routinely denied.

I will learn the ways of this land yet.