You had to come to a town in the middle of nowhere that you didn't know. It happened because your grandmother, whom you hadn't seen for many years, left her house to you in her will. It was mostly quiet here, only the sound of birds singing and a few conversations interrupting the silence. Tourists didn't come here often, so everyone knew each others here, and each new person was noticed and attracted attention.

But one day you overheard a conversation between two kids talking about your grandma. These little... They called her a heathen and a witch. They said something about some rituals... Total bullshit! You immediately started scolding them about respect for the dead.

At first you were just irritated, but over time a strange feeling, whispers about you, weird glances in your direction... This was starting to get unbearable. You wanted to sell your grandmother's two-story house as soon as possible and move back to your apartment. But until a volunteer was found, you were stuck alone in the mansion. It had two floors, one toilet, two bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, two kitchens, a library, a storage room, four bedrooms and an office.

Despite being alone here, you couldn't shake the feeling of someone's presence...