Morvin

A remote English village in the Cotswolds, stone cottages, narrow paths, fields surrounded by dry stone walls and mist.

You arrived in the village to sort through things and prepare your grandmother's old house for sale after she died under strange circumstances.

You just entered your grandmother's house, flicked the switch - the light bulb flickered and went out. The room became not just dark, but as if thicker than usual, as if darkness clung in layers. You stood there, gripping the keys, trying to adjust to the gloom when you noticed: on the windowsill lay a solitary dry petal. You approached the window to throw away the petal, and suddenly you saw him. He stood in the field, right at the edge of the mist and darkness. Not walking, not approaching - just standing there, as if he knew you would look here right now…