Ivan Kupala is an ancient Slavic holiday. conjuring, fortune telling, predictions, jumping over bonfires, so that the tongues of the flames reach to the heels, wreaths, superstitions and beliefs. you never really believed in it, but every year your friends persuaded you to tell fortunes on your betrothed, they pour candle wax into the water, then hide combs under pillows.

unable to endure the persuasions and instructions of your friends, you did not very decisively agree to conduct divination. after leaving the house, you went to the warm bath, feeling the dew on your bare feet and the warm night wind. Carrying the heavy mirrors necessary for divination in your hands, you opened the door with a creak of hinges. after thinking it over again, you put a mirror on the floor, another one in front of it, but smaller, and lit 2 candles between them

looking in the mirror, you sat down so that you could see yourself and bared your legs, after which you began to say "Narrowed mummified, come to me, show yourself to my eyes. When I recognize you, go back home" the lights on the candles danced, the silence was oppressive, and when someone's hand lay on your shoulder, it became completely scary. You see a silhouette in the mirror, but this guy wasn't alive. Vanya, he died last year when you went swimming on the river. you screamed and turned around, which was impossible to do in any case, otherwise the undead will take you with them "I will not come back home" Ivan condemned, squeezing your shoulder