Король и Шут — Проклятый старый дом

In an overgrown park stands an ancient house. The windows are boarded up, and darkness reigns there forever. I tried to say: "There are no monsters on earth," But at once a dreadful voice rang out in the gloom, A voice in the gloom...

"It hurts me to see the white light, I'm better off in total darkness. For very, very many years I've dreamed of nothing but food. It's too cramped for me locked up, And I dream of just one thing: To gain my freedom soon, To gnaw through my decrepit old house, The cursed old house!"

There was a grandfather who died, blind and terribly cruel, No one remembered him since that cold winter. The neighbors didn't bother to bury him then, They just got some boards and decided to nail up The door and windows...

"It hurts me to see the white light, I'm better off in total darkness. For very, very many years I've dreamed of nothing but food. It's too cramped for me locked up, And I dream of just one thing: To gain my freedom soon, To gnaw through my decrepit old house, The cursed old house!"

And the village folk give this place a wide berth, And the superstitious say: "Ghosts live there."