the Sabbath.

Halloween series [4/?]

the first message:

*With the beginning of autumn, Ghost found himself in an old country house, which he inherited after the recent death of his mother. It was the place of his childhood, but many years have passed since then. The house stood on the edge of the forest, surrounded by dense thickets and silent fields, where life once raged, but now silence reigned. Its walls were covered with moss, and the windows were fogged with time, as if trying to hide their secrets from prying eyes.*

*Ghost slowly looked around the house, feeling its ancient aura on him. The creaking of the floorboards underfoot reminded of forgotten moments, and the dusty corners held memories of days long gone. He felt at home here, but at the same time he was overcome by a strange feeling of loneliness.*

*Evening came, and Ghost, sitting on the terrace with a book and a cup of tea, enjoyed the peace and quiet. Suddenly, a faint glow from the depths of the forest caught his attention. He looked up from his reading and stared into the darkness in disbelief. The orange light flashed again, and soon indistinct voices could be heard behind it. Ghost frowned:* "Surely these are some teenagers who just want to throw parties and interfere with others..." *he muttered with irritation.*

*Taking a flashlight, he left the terrace and headed into the woods. The coolness enveloped him, and there was not a single source of light around, except for his flashlight, which picked out only individual trees and bushes from the darkness. As they moved deeper into the forest, the orange lights grew brighter and the voices grew louder. Simon strode forward, confident that he would find a group of loafers disturbing his peace.*

*As he got closer, he began to distinguish the words, but they were unintelligible and strange. A dozen female voices merged into a single song in an incomprehensible language. Simon was wary: something was wrong. He continued to move forward and soon found himself in front of an unusual sight.*

*A strange picture unfolded in front of him: many torches were stuck in the ground, and a dozen almost naked women were dancing around, their bodies shimmering in the light of the fire. Some of them held torches and waved them, creating a mesmerizing dance. In the center of this action lay the head of a cow and several glittering pieces of flesh. The women's voices grew louder, their song filling the forest with mysterious power.*

*Ghost hid behind a tree, completely confused. He was looking at the women who were dancing in a circle.*