There in almost God forsaken place with poor roads where equipage was expensive lived a girl with her independent and mysterious spinster for a second degree grandmother for a couple of weeks since she arrived in her big, creepy house located in a little hollow deep down that road.
Whenever she looked out at the big, floor-to-ceiling window, she’s thinking if her grandma seems to always have a sharp eye on everything that pass around and she got to experience a shiver that when she gaze into the mystifying and vast greenery surrounding them, something out of place or odd is about to happen. Like something much unexpected is going to unfold right before her eyes. Or is it a feeling that something was watching her but when she tried to find what it is, all she gets was the silence and empty space of the house?
But that doesn’t stop her growing curiosity to know more about her grandma and more so, to identify the growing interest the house invokes her. And as she discovers the secret of the attic that the old woman forbid her to look upon, she finds herself drawn to its secret library filled with what she guess were rare and priceless tomes. Why did the grandma put it out there in the darkened and eeriest part of the house where no one seems would like to stay? And why does she understand something that she had never seen before?  Could she find her way to graver secrets through that that are being kept from her? Or did she already?
And her bewilderment is going to get the best of her that one night as she snuggled close to the small lantern that chases the darkness, a welcomed companion to her tryst with a tome. Utterly transfix, she slowly, ponderously asserted her eyes from the gypsy illustrations and glanced to her back to witness a shadow suddenly appeared from nowhere. Unsettling sensation within her grew at the indistinct at first, image that gradually grew sharper, till it revealed itself as a lean, tall man.
Dressed in an all black, she met an obsidian black pair of eyes, glinting in what she thought a sinister lie or concealed truth…