Perhaps it is true you should never wander somewhere you’re not wanted. The story begins when a young, poor tailor, on his journey to a Smithy, gets terribly lost. Alone for nights in the darkness, insomnia is heavy. Even the companionship of his goose couldn’t calm his worries of the beasts of the night. Hours and hours went by and his paranoia begins to reach its climax. A beam of light in the distance catches his attention. So unsure of himself and what it is he may truly be seeing, he is hesitant to approach what may be his saving grace. Despite all fears, he needed a reason for hope of shelter. As he gets closer and closer to the light he sees a house. Out the front door walks an old man dragging a large black garbage bag.

 “Excuse me, sir”, yells the tailor to the old man. “What!” The old man responds, rude and clearly annoyed . “Sir I Lost my way and I'm just trying to get home, if I can just stay until morning, please?” Eyes bloodshot red from sleep deprivation, bags hang low under his eyes, and by the tremble in his step the old man knew he had not eaten for some time. The goose is completely laid out on the ground, exhausted. The old man goes to fetch a bucket of water.

The old man took the tailor inside of his house. The tailor was blessed with a meal, bath and a bed to sleep in as the man slept on the floor. The young tailor was quietly ecstatic but extremely thankful for the old man’s kind gesture. A good meal and bath is a perfect combination for a deep sleep. And off the tailor went into his deep sleep with only a twenty minute delay. The old man rises from the floor and heads outside. The tailor slept until dawn, and would have slept longer if it had not been for the brutally loud noise that awoke him. He jumps up from the bed, rushes to put on his clothes, and makes a start for the front door. As he steps outside he begins to notice that his precious companion, the goose, is nowhere to be found. He begins to worry as the noise that woke him from his slumber begins to magnify.

Following the noise, the tailor finds an iron door only a few paces away from the old man’s house. Suddenly, the voice of a woman in distress breaks through the barrier of noise and she seems to be crying out for help. As the tailor tries to find a way to open door he finds a boulder lying to the side  and throws it at the door handle, breaking it, as it sprang open.

“Please! You must help me”, the woman cries out. The tailor hears her but can’t see her. All he could was the a magnificent room filled with beautiful tile, chandeliers and glass vases. He was so confused as to why such a beautiful place would be hidden for no one to see it. As the tailor wanders deeper into the room he stumbles upon what seems to be a glass with a young, beautiful woman inside and very much alive.

“Please sir, step on the stone in the middle of the floor and you may release me from this crystal prison” she begged the tailor. Entranced by her beauty he obeyed her orders without question of why or even how she became trapped. The motion unlocked the bolts that lined the glass coffin in which the young woman was trapped in. She rushed at him grabbing him by the neck raising him off of his feet. “You tried to kill me and now I seek my revenge!” throwing across the long hall way into the glass vases. Blood and glass spread everywhere. The woman then takes the tailor, throws him into the glass coffin and locks it. Breaking every piece of glass, the young woman filled with anger and seeks the old man who put her in misery. But she stays inside and remains quiet because she hears the old man approaching. The old man was appalled when his sees that the iron door had been opened.

The young tailor hears the old man upset, fussing about who might have opened his door. “Help! Please!” the tailor cried out to the old man. The old man sees that all the glass has been broken. He rushes to where the glass coffin is and sees that the tailor is inside. As soon as the old man is about to step on the stone in the middle of the floor, the woman soon enough quietly steps behind the old man stabbing the old man with a piece of glass.  Entering the back of his neck the piece of glass exited through his adam’s apple leaving him breathless on the glass floor. The woman had freed herself and let the two men to rot.