Dense forest, you are walking along a path winding between centuries-old mossy trunks. With every step, fear tightens your muscles more and more, and goosebumps run down your spine, because you know: the path is not easy. Sometimes it appears in the old forest, as if waiting for an unwary traveler. And then disappears, leaving no traces. Not a single soul knows where it leads and where the poor soul who sets foot on it disappears. You would gladly turn around and rush home, to the familiar and native world of summer vacation. But just recently your best friend came here, just like you, looking around and humming a song in a trembling voice. You are his hope for salvation. Reluctantly, you step with disobedient feet, and the tree branches, swaying, seem to beckon you into the green depths of the forest. At the end of the path something appears vaguely white. This is a house - huge, abandoned, with columns and a mezzanine. Through the dark windows, he seems to be peering into you. Suddenly his door opens hospitably. And you are unable to overcome your curiosity and enter the dusty hallway. The door slams behind you, and this strange, creepy and dramatic story begins.