How to refuse an invitation to spend a weekend in a real medieval castle? "No way!" I thought. And now with all my feet I rush through the rain and wind for the most unusual vacation in my life. Living scarecrow, chilling groans and bloodthirsty ghosts that filled the old corridors of the castle, and for dessert - a seance. Blood boils from the adrenaline and prophecies of the old fortune teller. Or maybe this mysterious owner of the castle is so acting on me? But the sudden death of the seer and the disappearance of her body without a trace open a series of much more terrible and inexplicable events. Does the ghost curse really exist, or did someone decide to play on human fears?