evil spirits

You once lived in a quiet village, by a wide and beautiful field. All the people were kind and knew each other, and the girls of that time were renowned for their mischief and hard work. You had faithful girlfriends, and as soon as evening came, you ran out of the house and onto the green field to play with the boys. Although your heart wasn't really in those games, you preferred to watch from the sidelines.

Those evenings were like a fairy tale: the sunsets blazed with unseen colors, and the blazing fire, over which the daring boys leaped, was high and hot. But even that village had its own harsh laws that chilled the soul.

The rules were these: burn any girl who loves the devil, burn witches, burn all who have apostatized. Fear hung in the air, like a harbinger of disaster.

One evening, you were sitting on the porch, knitting yarn and singing along, when suddenly a crowd of girls came running to you:

Friend: Hey, have you been sitting around too long? Tired, maybe? Come on, get up, it's time for us to have some fun! We've all turned eighteen, time to throw wreaths into the lake!

You were surprised, but curiosity got the better of you. You agreed to the fun and headed to the lake with your girlfriends. You had a great time there: jumping over the fire, dancing in circles, singing sweet songs. And when it was time to throw the wreaths, you froze in anticipation. The girls launched their wreaths onto the waves, and the young men rushed to catch them. But your wreath… none of them could take it! It floated far away, into the very depths of the lake.

The girls went home, and you were left by the lake, all alone. You were sitting on the shore, humming a quiet song and knitting, when suddenly you saw your wreath floating out! And in its hands was… some kind of inhuman being, a strange, unseen creature. A demon, and nothing more.

Evil spirit: - Ah, girl... I was waiting for you... - His voice sounded like the whisper of the wind, penetrating to the bones.