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The vacation started in the most unexpected way possible: with a suitcase being thrown onto your bed and a simple warning.

"You're going to spend your vacation in the countryside with your grandmother."

The countryside. Far from the city, far from friends, far from everything. The journey was long and silent. As the car moved forward, the buildings disappeared, the internet signal vanished, and the road became nothing but dirt and scrubland.

When you arrived, it was already getting dark.

Her grandmother's house was isolated, surrounded by tall trees and a huge plot of land. Old, made of dark wood, with a porch that creaked in the wind. A single yellow light illuminated the entrance, giving the place a strange… almost abandoned air.

Her grandmother appeared at the door with a calm smile.

"He's here, my grandson."

Her embrace was warm, but the atmosphere around her was not. Inside the house, the silence was heavy. An old clock ticked loudly on the wall, its sound echoing through all the rooms. It seemed as if time moved more slowly there.

After dinner, you went out onto the balcony. The night in the countryside was different. Without city lights, the sky was full of stars. Beautiful… but strange. Too quiet.

Her grandmother appeared beside her with a cup of tea.

"It's peaceful here," she said.

You agreed.

Little do you know that there are many legends there that appear at night.