My grandmother, Aras and I were living in an old house when I was a kid. This weird house which we lived with our grandmother for long years was located in a narrow street and it has all of our memories. Some nights, there was just pure silence in the house. Happenings that we couldn’t explain would occur in those nights, objects would change places frequently, and sometimes we would feel something passing by the door. One day, when I was passing by my grandmother’s room, I noticed a small chest. I reached for it but my grandmother got angry and hit my hand. I had…