Summer 1981. Calico.

When your parents sent you to a half-abandoned town to visit a half-witted grandmother Rosemary for the holidays, you had no choice but to agree.

Here everything was like on an old film, stuffy hot and somehow strangely suspicious. Empty buildings, boarded up windows, pale human faces.

You went into your room, smelling the smell of years of dust and saw a piece of wallpaper sliding off the wall, and a spider web hanging in the corner.

It will be boring here.