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In the overgrown park stands an ancient house, its windows boarded up, eternal darkness reigning within. I tried to say, "There are no monsters on earth," but a terrible voice echoed through the gloom. The voice cried out, "It hurts to see the light, I prefer complete darkness. I've been dreaming of food for so many years. It's too cramped in here, and I dream of only one thing: to find freedom, to gnaw through this old, decrepit house. This cursed old house." There was an old man, blind and terribly mean, who died and was forgotten since that cold winter. The neighbors didn't bother to bury him; they just boarded up the doors and windows.