“West of Arkham there are many high hills and valleys with dense forests, where the ax has never walked. In narrow, dark hollows on steep slopes, trees miraculously remain, and in the streams, even in summer, the sun's rays do not play. On the gentler slopes are old farmhouses with squat stone and moss-covered structures that hold the age-old secrets of New England. Now the houses are empty, the wide chimneys are cracked and the rickety walls can barely support the peaked roofs. The old-timers have moved to other parts, and strangers don’t like it here. No one took root on the farms, neither the French Canadians, nor the Italians, nor the Poles. No matter how hard they tried, they didn’t succeed. From the very first days, everyone’s imagination awoke, and, although life went on as usual, the imagination deprived them of peace and brought on disturbing dreams. That's why the strangers were in a hurry to leave, and old Emmy Pierce didn't tell them anything that he remembers about the old days. Over the years, Emmy became completely strange, seemingly out of his mind. He is the only one who knows the whole truth about the past and is not afraid of questions, but you cannot envy him. After all, he is not afraid because his house is located on the outskirts next to a field and roads...”