Ominous torture 

The sounds of screams and agonized moans echoed across the night of Jasmine Town. The cries of a girl being tortured to death invaded the houses of the citizens like hauntings whispering blasphemies in their ears. Laughing demons were jumping on the roofs, spreading sounds of suffering and pain, torment and sorrow, corruption and malice. 

At that hour of the day, no citizen of that neighborhood dared to go out. They locked their doors as if protecting themselves from an invisible threat. Their windows had curtains covering the insides, avoiding the curious peeks of malicious beings that could be lurking outside. 

On these days, the kids were put to sleep sooner than usual. They were obliged to ignore the ominous wails coming from the ordinary and simple house of that block, situated in the western zone of the town. 

A few adventurous and inconsequential individuals (or really, really dumb and clumsy people), would be walking on the streets at that time.