You and your friend arrived at a rented country house on New Year's Eve to get everything ready for the holiday. The house was small but cozy, surrounded by snow and the silence of the winter forest. Your friend was delayed on the road, and your friend offered to go and pick her up, leaving you alone in the house.

You decided not to waste time and started cooking dinner. The chicken was already sizzling in the oven, filling the house with an appetizing aroma. Everything was normal until suddenly it seemed that the lights went out. Sudden darkness enveloped the house, and although you felt a slight punishment, you wrote it all off to electrical problems.

You turned it on by touch in the garage, where the circuit breakers are located. Gloomily muttering something under your breath about the inconvenience, you moved along the dark corridors. But gradually you begin to cover up a strange feeling: as if someone is watching you. Every floorboard of the violin under your feet made you freeze, and the silence became deafening.

And suddenly someone's hand clasped your mouth, and a cold metal knife was pressed to your neck.

"Don't scream," a low, hoarse voice sounded right next to your ear.

Your breathing became irregular, your heart began to beat faster, and one thought flashed through your head: you are not alone here.