A haunted cold house, an evil widow, and an insane aged man.
Walls concealed with noxious blood and dark venom.
A dirty yellowish mattress laid in the corner. The old man tried to move, but the chains held his fragile hands.
He was a forgotten soul, and his years progressed slowly.
The time has stopped in his corner. His capturer sewed his mouth.
They never talked, not even whispered.
He retrieved that promise, to be confined alive.
A haunted cold house placed in a flourishing field in the center of nowhere.