I had finally calmed down and put my hand on the rusty, old knob. I pushed open the door away from me. The old, mahogany wooden door opened and the hinges made a loud squeaky noise. It looked like nobody had touched that door in years. The old and suffocating air had entered my lungs and I began coughing. I stumbled in the deserted room; it was very quiet and reminded me of an old tomb. There were no living beings, no sounds, not even a fly was buzzing around. My whole body shuddered. I was scared to death, waiting every moment for something unexpected to happen. It looked as if I had disturbed the peace of this old and spacious room. With every step I made, more and more dust rose from the cracks in the parquet. It was hard to see because the only source of light was the small hole in the ancient ceiling. Than all of a sudden, a strong repeating sound started ripping through my ears. Than I realized what was happening, but it was too late.
             It was summer, a very sunny and hot day. The sun was right above my head and it was the time of the day when it wasn't recommended to go out. The sunlight was burning my head and skin. I was looking quickly but carefully for the best shadow, under the biggest tree, to rest and find a little protection from the heat. Even there in the shadow, the air was dense and stuffy, which made it very hard to breath. On the countryside there weren't a lot of fun and entertaining things to do. I was afraid I was going to spend another day roaming through meadows and forests. If only there was something to do, the time would pass much faster. After a couple of minutes, under the old branchy tree, I cooled down a little. My t-shirt was still wet from sweating while I was strolling around.
             There was only one month left until the end of the summer and than I would be back in the town and going to school. I continued thinking about a lot of stuff and somehow I remembered the old stories I heard about ...