After getting off in Chicago, Emil Kreimer found out that the train was still four hours away. Why not go thirty miles north to Green Town to spend at least an hour in your hometown, and then say goodbye to it a second time? He remembered the childhood fears of a six-year-old boy, evil spirits in the attic. This is his house. Now there was a “For Sale” sign hanging on it. He pushed the door. It’s still the same living room, and on the right is the dining room and the corridor that runs down the steps - the path to eternal darkness. Behind him, the front door slowly and almost silently closed tightly. The dark belly of the empty house froze in anticipation...