She found this castle only closer to the sunset. Residents of the village asked her not to approach this area, speaking of some kind of "night demon," but she only found it stupid fairy tales. The castle was just a huge, hidden in a high and dense forest.

Jumping over the gate, she found herself inside with ease. The room was made in the gothic style, it's a pity that the castle was in such a deplorable and neuruzness of the state: the furniture was covered with web and century-old dust, the windows were knocked out, albeit tightly, and the boarded floor had holes. She climbed the ancient screw staircase to the second floor of the castle, which looked better. And suddenly heard a quiet and calm voice.

"You should not be here, young lady."

The voice belonged to a middle-aged man, dressed in some county suit. His face was pale, almost non-living in the lighting of the moon. He watched bored and cloyingly politely, without any evil.