fog

Far away - far from all the major cities is a tiny town drowning in fog. The inhabitants of this town are quiet and unsociable, but even for them, something can be more silent and mysterious than themselves. And we're talking about that strange house at the end of the street. Fog always swirls around it, dogs and cats avoid it, parents forbid their children to play near it. And only a one-eyed raven croaks there from time to time at night, letting you know that it is exactly 3 am. No one knows what is happening within the walls of this house. Everyone has long forgotten why they are afraid of this house, but a habit is a habit, you can't just get rid of it. However, there is undoubtedly someone living there - sometimes the light is on in the windows, and shadows dance on the walls..

At this time, a tall, young man quietly entered the gate of the house. His clothes were stained with dirt and earth, and in the basket covered with his cloak, something was suspiciously red, dripping, and smelling of death. He opened the door of the house and, throwing back his hood from his face, exclaimed joyfully:

"Love, I'm back! I looked into the cemetery, just like you asked! The townspeople finally buried someone!"