Short story addition...

You step inside the shack, greeted by a wealth of new sensations: the warmth hits your chilled face, the smell of food cooking that sends your tastebuds raging with desire: the crackle of an open fire catches you attention. You stand in the doorway almost paralysed. You look to your left and you see a small kitchen, an old-time fire stove in one corner, a bubbling pot on top. In the center of the kitchen is a small bench top, a knife lies idly amongst an assortment of recently cut fresh vegetables. The smell of food grows stronger in that direction, so you dare not go closer. You glance to the left, the direction of the warmth: here is where the lounge is, against the far wall you see the fire place, flickering gently. Near to the fire place is an empty child's cot, a striped dark tie hanging off it. Alongside it was a table littered with an assortment of stuff - a big enamal mug, a tin of Johnson's Baby Powder, a sugar bowl, several toys, a pair of glasses and a wooden fruit bowl. Two small wooden chairs sit near the table.
Everything here is perfect, so perfect that you dont even begin to question why you are here: the only thing stuck in your mind is the illogical absence of a soul, why no one is around.
Still standing in the doorway, you decide to step inside and close the door behind you. Directly in front of you is a small hallway: against your better judgement, you decide to investigate further. Shaking your boots free of snow, you step onto the wooden floorboards and into the hall. Here there are two small rooms, again, one to the left, and one to the right.

... To be continued.