Strolling near the banks of Danube river near Vác (Hungary) on a foggy morning I found a dark and hidden wooden path which seemed to be used a long time ago. Although we say: “never leave the road you know,” I became curious so I began walking cautiously. Soon the surroundings turned dark and the fog got thicker. It was completely silent and the only sound I could hear was the squeaking of putrid wooden slats. But I knew something (or someone) was watching me from behind the dead trees of the swamp and soon I was creeped out by a kind of terrifying chill inside me. And then suddenly...
