Part 1 : Small house in the woods

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Monday


December. 1979


a small mountainvillage

somewhere in the Alps,

surrounded by threegrassy mounts full of ancient trees.


a main road

that goes uphill,noconnections with other villages or towns.


Peace is all around,rosey clouds-sunset, a busy factory near the valley- the last, goldenrays of the sun shining thru' the highest, snow-clad peaks, coloringthe sky orange and pink.


landscapes made offorests, small houses made of wood.


Some naive villagers, aserene look upon their faces, in contrast with the scary, ominousatmosphere created by a lonely house near the forest,at the top ofthe main road.


Some folks were talkingabout

a strange woman whoonce lived there, a woman who,at the age of 70, looked like she was20, a woman with black, long hair and a blue dress.


"She vanished andnever came back,"- leaving the house uninhabited for 20 years.


The Masons, George andJane, lived in a small street- not very near to that house, and theirjob was creating handicrafts made of wood and selling them, in theirshop .


In the cold season, thesun sets at five o' clock in the afternoon, and the surroundingmountains cast their imposing shadows all around, as they wereliving, huge guardians of the valley.


George Mason waswalking his way back home, when he noticed a strange , powerfullight,

coming from the top ofthe village: it looked like the house in the woods was lit.



Immediately he felt achill coming up his spine, his pulse started to rush, and his stepsbecame faster.


"Oh my God"-hethought-"was it real or just an allucination?"

"nobody lives inthat house..."

he was thinking, whenhe'd walked towards home.




His wife Jane was busycooking, but she immediately noticed he was frightened by something...


yet she decided not toask anything, considering his husband was certainly tired fromworking all day long and served dinner to him, as usual."it'sbeen a hard day,darling?"-she asked- but she had no reply.


That night he didn'tsleep,and the morning after he went to work with a strange, sinisterfeeling,

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