“I would like to visit Helford Hell,” she said, “and preferably with one of the local residents.” “None of us will go there - there’s a ghost there!” – the boy answered decisively, nervously shrugging his angular shoulders. “Does everyone here believe in ghosts?” – the girl asked incredulously. “No one lives in the castle anymore, no one wants to live there,” the boy said sharply and quickly disappeared into the juniper thickets. “Everyone here is kind of crazy,” Linda whispered and moved on. Towers already appeared on the horizon castle, when an old man appeared from the side of the cliff, bent under the weight of his years. He responded to the girl’s polite greeting with a barely noticeable nod of his bald head. “Could you help me?” – Linda turned to him. The old man stopped, throwing a prickly look at her. “An unpleasant guy,” the girl thought, but, forcing herself to smile, she said out loud: “I’m interested in the castle.” “It’s empty, it’s dangerous there,” the old man answered almost silently. – Leave here immediately!