The silence was thick, until the sounds of the night insects seemed to cut through it like knives. Martha raised her torchlight gaze to the faces of her friends. They were standing in a semi-circle by the door to the huge ballroom - the same one about which legends circulated throughout the city. It was supposed to be a simple camping trip: a few tents, a guitar, maybe some innocent ghost story. Yet the old manor house in the Priestly Forest had a strange effect on them - underneath the layer of laughter and jokes, silent tensions pulsed. Matthew held in his hand candles found in the attic. Julia nervously turned a ring on her finger. Even Olek, always calm, clenched his jaws, though in the darkness his face seemed hazy, absent. Shining in the torchlight, a fragment of a mirror lying nearby unexpectedly reflected the light straight at Marta. Frightened, she heard her own accelerated heartbeat. - Hey, are we going in there or not? - asked Olek, trying to sound nonchalant, but his voice was trembling slightly. - Let's first check whether the floor will collapse - whispered Julia. Martha felt a cold, hollow butterfly nestle in her stomach. This was the emotion she had been so afraid of: the fear, the uncertainty of the unknown - not what might lurk in the dark, but what comes out of a person when they encounter something that shatters the calm. She remembered her parents' muffled arguments, the moments when no one wanted to admit they were afraid. Was it the same here? Matthew reached out his hand and gently opened the door. A chill and a musty smell came from inside, and then, suddenly, everyone saw: in the middle of the ballroom, someone - or something - was standing from afar by a large, cracked mirror. The shadow bent in an unnatural way, as if it did not belong to anyone present.... Martha almost held her breath. The door creaked louder and the friends felt their hearts beat in unison in a rhythm of tension. They took another step forward, ready to face their own fears - or discover the truth hiding in the darkness.