After the boy had taken a walk with his dear - deceased - Grandmother, his feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church, wich was giving quite an imposing grandeur. Partially sunken in the morass if the marshland all foggy and chronically overcast...- the ancient house was waiting. The haunted house lies waiting. Clockwise the stone flight is spiralling upwards, but soon the passage becomes too small to get on...- even though the boy's now crawling. Anxiously he attempts to restrain, but his way back semms to be obstructed: Gelatinous hearts are linded-up along the walls, each of them inseminated - or defiled - by a black tadpole. A stone lion promises to be the boy's rescue...- but only, if he eventually...stops running away...from him...