The last streetlamp designated by the city had just turned off.
As the night sky approached the earth, the colors of objects became darker.
Although everyone was asleep, it was not completely quiet; at least not for the soldiers guarding the old building inside the pastry factory.
The shouts of revelers and the machinery noise of the factory at night did not reach inside the premises. Nevertheless, this was clearly the noisiest place in Yeterinpuurk.
Thump, thud.
From the basement of the building where the acrobats stayed, a constant roar echoed. The basement of this building, which used to be the bakery's kitchen, had several ducts that protruded outward like organ pipes, spreading the noise outside.
The screams that echoed from the basement of the old building at night.
It was a story that was perfect for horror stories, but the truth was more ridiculous.