Staroe kladbische

Tihoe provintsialnoe kladbische. Pochernevshie ot vremeni pokosivshiesya kresty, zarosshie krapivoy mogily, poblekshie ot dozhdey ostatki venkov, vechnyy pokoy, narushaemyy tolko krikom rastrepannyh voron. No eto — dnem. Nochyu — eto territoriya Smerti. Zdes po tainstvennomu slovu otkryvayutsya dveri v inye mrachnye miry. I gore tomu, kto popytaetsya proniknut v koshmarnuyu taynu zhiteley potustor...