As the house came into view, the only thing I could see were bones. So many bones! The house was covered in them, the fence made out of them. Maybe they were fake, it was hard to tell in the moonlight, but it was creepy either way.
A wolf howled in the distance as I double-checked my map and the address she gave me. This was the right place. Was she some sort of villain, and this was her lair? Or captured by a villain, forced to live with them?
Just then, the door of the house opened and a woman with dog ears and a vigorously wagging tail and holding a bone-shaped dog treat came running towards me. "Friend!" she said. "You must be friend!" She started to hug me, then looked at my face.
"What's wrong?" she said. "Are you scared of my house? Humans are always saying my house is scary, but I don't understand why. Is it because of that Hansel and Gretel story? I promise I won't turn you into a skeleton! And I don't bite!"