It was almost midnight, when the full moon was shining brightly at the clear, black sky. The wind was whistling through the weeping trees, sounding like someone whispering. Anything could not protect against the deathly cold. The only place that hadn't been tampered with was the heavily wooden, daunting, isolated forest behind the village. No one had ventured in there for years. There are myths and tales about the creatures and horrors of the forest, but no one really believed them. The dark, enormous forest was spread out for miles and miles never ending. That was probably the darkest night in the whole year. Some trains were passing through, sounding creepy, and making your blood cold. Wolves were howling loudly from all the parts of this unusually strange and dim forest, flowing into a river of fear and sadness hiding something dark inside.
A group of teenagers and a one teacher went to this old village. In this village on the hill was very old and scary house, which was destroyed many years ago. There are no people living in there. The huge, dilapidated, dark building with the tall fence and a barbed wire on the top was making a creepy impression on the group standing in front of its destroyed entrance. The entrance looked like a cavernous mouth, whilst the windows seemed to be dark, staring eyes.
This was an abandoned and half ruined house, where teenagers and adults usually liked to take drugs and mess around. Quite a lot of fearful and terrifying stories were told about this chilling place. The dull moon was the single source of light in this place, shining through dim ancient remains of the windows, making strange shadowy reflections on the wall, which were making an impression of someone sneaking through. It smelled disgusting because of the rats, which had inhabited that place now, and the dead bodies from hundreds of people, which died there, as they were closed there without...