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The fear. An oath of blood. The glow of a Roman coin. The flight of a fly on the kitchen tablecloth. The trail of a new species of slugs. The routine of a school bus. The transparency of a pool. The loneliness of a slide. The mystery of a letter without a sender. The song of the wind in a mansion by the sea... Grab a blanket, turn on a soft light, get comfortable on your favorite sofa. It is time to experience the innocent pleasure of fear. Because in this forest of stories the birds do not sing. And the mystery is still there, waiting for us, like a family ghost, like an uneasiness that takes us on a journey to the territory of the afterlife.