Saher looked horrified at his grandfather and he was afraid he did not know what to do, but the child approached his grandfather with caution and held the grandfather in the small hand between his hands. Then he said with a low voice and hot breaths burning like a burning oven. Look at his dark windows, they always look, my son.

"The house is cursed, you go on the edge of the village, up the hill, never go there, no matter what happens, and the grandfather repeated his words as he pressed the hand of the little one. Go back, my son, my enemy, they will never leave you after what you did?

The boy shouted at him, suffering from the nails of his grandmother, who was violently engulfed in the flesh of his small hands, crying: "Leave me, my grandfather, please, my hand hurts me so much, I can not leave my hand, my grandfather." At that moment the father entered and saw his son screaming, He clung tightly to him and grabbed him hard. The father screamed: "Leave him, Dad. Please, you hurt him, and he does not understand anything."

Here the grandfather looked at his son by saying:

I will not leave him until after promising me not to go there, and turned the grandfather to the boy who was still screaming pain, and closed their eyes and screamed horrified when he saw the change of color of the eye of Jeddah and became all white Kalban and here, he fell silent oversized by the intensity of tension and horror and pain and did not remember anything When he awoke from sleep, the mother told him that the grandfather had died.

But the effects of his grandfather's fingers were clear as the effects of burning brown and since that time and that the house on the high hill in front of the eyes in the day and dreams of night at night, the father decided to leave the village and go to a large city to live with his son Saher but the young child Saher did not forget the sight of his grandfather And his eyes and the house for one moment and at that moment Saher looked at the traces of his grandfather's fingers on his hands and then sighs warmly saying:

So forgive me, my grandfather, it is necessary to kill that myth and enter the house. The house has turned my life into hell.

The house was owned by one of the Turks. The man lived alone and the man did not marry. ... The mysterious disappearances of some of the villagers began, and suspicions were circulating about that house and its owner ... The villagers set on fire

At home and her nightly ...

When everyone woke up in the morning, they found the house on the hill above the hill and nothing happened to him. He shook his head vigorously to keep the thoughts away from him, saying to himself:

And then he took a deep breath and then opened the door and entered the house and here is a dazzling joy, he saw that he saw a large dining table and many food items.

Many people spoke with a loud voice and listened to their concern. Here everyone stopped and looked at him. He looked at them with horror and saw their faces. They were without features, and the flag fell from his hands and tried to scream and flee from that house. But the door of the house was closed violently.

He knows him well and says:

Why did you leave your promise to me, Saher? Why did you come to that house and here he cried out when he looked at that dreadful thing that speaks a mass of black gel without features:
Grandfather Is this you? What happened to you?
Do not blame yourself but my son, I warned you not to come and not to interfere in what does not concern you ..
And here the villagers heard a loud cry coming from above the high hill of that cursed house ... They knew that one of them snooping on the residents of the house and upset them and will find his body in the morning above the hill