Grandma's house stood high on a hillside overlooking an endless mosaic of forests and lakes. Every summer Kaisa travelled there to spend a few months in nature, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and school troubles. This year, however, everything seemed different – grandmother had become quieter, and there was some unexplained feeling in the house, as if someone was watching her.

One night Kaisa woke up with a strange whisper. At first, he thought it was just the wind playing in the cracks of an old wooden house, but the voice sounded too clear. He got up from the bed and peeked out the window. Outside, right under the old apple tree, stood a dark statue. My heart began to beat faster. Kaisa closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, the statue was gone.

The next morning, she decided to ask her grandmother if she knew anything about the sounds of the night. Grandma sighed and said: “Some stories come to us in our dreams, some actually decide to come back...”