It is a dark moonless night when Ralf arrives at the ancient ruined house at the end of the road.
He is only supposed to spend one night to take some photos for his work, but from the moment he crosses the threshold of the old oak door he knows something was wrong.
The house has a gloomy, heavy air, as if time had stood still decades ago.
He turns on his torch and inspects the rooms, all with broken and dust-covered furniture.
In one of the bedrooms he thinks he sees a dark shadow moving fast, but when he focuses the torch there is nothing, perhaps it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.
As he walks down an elongated corridor he hears a noise up ahead, like objects falling.
He picks up the pace with his heart in his throat and when he reaches the end he sees a hooded figure disappearing behind a door.
-Hello! Is anyone there? -he shouts in a trembling voice.
Only silence answers him.
He decides it is time to leave, but when he returns to the main entrance he realises to his horror that the door is gone.
He's locked in that damn house and he doesn't seem to be alone.
Suddenly he begins to hear murmuring and wailing coming from all directions.
He turns on his mobile phone to use it as a torch again, but the battery is dead.
He is left in the dark amidst screams and gloomy laughter that seem out of this world.
What happens next is something Ralf will never be able to tell...
