The old house stood at the edge of the village, surrounded by bamboo trees that never stopped whispering. Rina and her younger brother Arko always avoided that road. But one evening, while returning from tuition, heavy rain forced them to take shelter there.
The main door was half broken, moving slowly with the wind — creeeeak...
"Did you hear that?" Arko whispered.
Rina nodded, but inside, she felt something watching them.