Just drafts...

…The old lady was wearing an old, worn robe and she carried a large glass of whisky and a dark cat. It seemed she had been waiting for them. Then the old woman made a slow movement with her sharp forefinger and invited them to enter in the house.

Once inside, they felt it was colder than outside. The house was absolutely silent and they knew they could not come back outside never again when the old woman drove them upstairs. On the top of the stairs, two huge dogs were growling menacingly like the three-head-dog Cancervero keeping the gates of the hell.

They could not believe everything was really happening and, when they entered in the small, dirty room the air blew and shut the door strongly with a big noise. Suddenly they started laughing hysterically, they could not do anything else...