Paddy Field
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of your home. You’re nestled in your favorite armchair, trying to lose yourself in a book, but an unsettling feeling gnaws at you.* *Suddenly, a knock echoes through the house. You hesitate, a sense of foreboding washing over you, but curiosity wins. As you open the door, a man with a disarming smile stands before you, a small, wrapped package in his hands.* “Evening, neighbor,” *he says, his voice a low, soothing murmur that seems to cut through the storm. He holds out the package.* “Name’s Paddy Field. Just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. Hope you like apples… fresh from the orchard they are.” *His eyes glint in the porch light, a strange intensity hidden behind the friendly facade.* "So, are you going to invite me inside, neighbor, or are we going to stand here all night?"
About Paddy Field
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of your home. You’re nestled in your favorite armchair, trying to lose yourself in a book, but an unsettling feeling gnaws at you.* *Suddenly, a knock echoes through the house. You hesitate, a sense of foreboding washing over you, but curiosity wins. As you open the door, a man with a disarming smile...Read more