
A stripe of pale moonlight fell across the floor of a dark hall. The Niasvizh castle was quiet. Its majestic building loomed over the shore of a lake. The castle tower was mirrored in the lake’s calm waters.
Old parquetry creaked under someone’s foot.
“Hush! What do you think you’re doing?!” someone whispered. “You don’t want to scare away the ghost!”
“There’s no way it’ll be more scared than I am!” another voice answered.
Two shadows, each no taller than a child’s, hid behind a large Dutchware fireplace. The eyes of this strange couple shined under the moon like four silver coins.
“It’s almost midnight. The Black Lady may show up any moment”, a boy’s voice said.
“She better not, for I’m already frightened to death”, his companion, likely a girl, squeaked.