The further I walked moving away from the candles around the pool and the buttery light spilling from the villa, the darker it became, only flecks of starlight peppered the tarry sheet of sky above me. The high rasp of frogs in the trees replaced the chirp of crickets and the air began to lose its floral scent. Still, I carried on walking, the damp grass tickling my bare feet, drawn by a faint light in the distance. As I approached the light, I saw it was coming from the little wooden house I had explored with my cousin earlier in the week. I had wondered then what might be inside it, but it had been locked tight. I was not easily scared but for a moment my steps slowed as I wondered whether to turn back to the villa, now so far behind me that it was nothing more than a black shape in the distance. Suddenly I caught sight of a dim outline of a figure through the dusty glass of the building. Curious, I edged closer, freezing when I heard a low moan from inside. I was now just below the shed’s dirty window. Holding my breath, I slowly raised my head and peered inside. The glass was so filthy it was like looking through smoke. At first, I was unable to make out what or who was inside. But as I pushed my face closer I let out a gasp- at first in puzzlement and disbelief and then in horror, as I realized what was happening in front of me. Stumbling back, I fell and scraped my arm on a rock. I looked up at the window, then back to the villa. I knew I should leave- run back to my bed as fast as I could- but as if pulled by a force I could not control I looked through the window again, hoping against hope that what I had seen was just my imagination. But no: the vile image was still there. Shaking my head to rid it from my mind, tears streaming down my face, I turned and ran back to the villa, not yet aware what I had just seen would change my life forever.