Rewrite the following passage in which a safe, comfortable setting / atmosphere becomes one of fear and menace.
The cottage stood hidden from the road, held protectively by the surrounding trees. Ivy climbed the walls, making it difficult to see what colour the stonework underneath had originally been. The windows peered inquisitively out at those who approached, while the door was always opened in a welcoming smile.
The little house was cosy and friendly. It smelt of woodsmoke and apples when you walked in and little squares of sunshine fell through its tiny windows. It offered no sound apart from the crackle of logs on the fire, or sigh of wind in the chimney.
New wooden floorboards had been laid in a couple of rooms over the bricks, for warmth, and these had shrunk as they dried; just sometimes you’d get the feeling as if somebody else had stepped on to the board you stood on, and made it bend a little.