Not so long ago, no matter how much this phrase was repeated, you moved into a new house that you inherited from your aunt. She never needed this house, even though it was considered ancestral. You could notice its mustiness upon arrival; old, albeit durable, but rather rotten boards, still very ancient windows that were made somehow. Taking the keys that were hanging on your belt, you opened the heavy door to the house, and then another one, going inside. You were greeted again by an ancient, knitted carpet with, it seems, an openwork cut, or at least similar to this. A wooden box under the shoe rack, hangers and, obviously, a wardrobe, where it was possible to notice at first glance only a pair of scarves and gloves. There was no switch, which did not surprise you, because this house was clearly 8 times older than you. But there were candles that somehow improved the conditions, because you just had a lighter in your pocket. Having got a small amount of light, you went into the main room, which was both a kitchen and a sleeping place at the same time, or rather, a large stove. That's when you felt that there was really a dead silence in the house, even oppressive, as if someone was watching you from the shadows. As soon as you stepped on another carpet, you heard a crunch, from which you shuddered and looked at your feet. Which... An abomination. The corpse of a crow appeared before my eyes, and relatively fresh, the ribs of which were now crushed because of you. There was no doubt: there was someone else in this house who was clearly not happy about your appearance here. Goosebumps ran down your spine as you mentally began to remember the prayers, but a quiet and awkward "ow?" escaped from your mouth, to which, fortunately, there was no answer. However, you will have to spend at least a day here, whether you want to or not, because the village itself is located a hundred kilometers from your city, and the flight is only on Wednesday, while Sunday was on the calendar...