The night was very quiet.
The village was peaceful.
The child who was born tonight opened his eyes slowly.
Deep.
Dark.
Silent.
Like the boy who was sealed inside the old house many years ago.
The wind moved softly across the hill.
Inside the sleeping house, the stone girl stood forever.
And deep inside the darkness…
Something whispered one last time.
"Some doors should never be opened… even in memory."
The house on the hill disappeared slowly into the night.
And no one remembered it again.