Where do fears come from? Someone made a bad joke and now we already feel shadows running after us. Are they monsters? Monsters? They are hungry, they need food. And the best dish is our own fears. Everything is cyclical. Unless you lock the past behind a tight door and throw the key off a high cliff. It’s a pity that this doesn’t always bear fruit. But why? Why are we stepping on the rake and releasing locked monsters back to freedom? The story of this story is partially based on real events. Dark corridors, scary storerooms - all this may be familiar to you.