It all started on Friday evening, when Maks, Zosia and Igor pitched their tent in the Fearful Glade. It's the perfect place for nighttime storytelling - legends said that the ghost of an old hunter once haunted there. "I don't believe in ghosts," laughed Maks, lighting the campfire. Igor, for his part, glanced nervously behind him. Zosia tried to calm everyone down by telling jokes. When it got really dark, a strange green light flashed among the trees. "Did you see that?" whispered Igor. "Definitely a frog," joked Zosia, but no one laughed. A moment later, more lights appeared - this time there were more and they moved slowly in a circle around the clearing. The friends pressed against each other, watching the shifting lights in silence. Then there was a quiet crackling sound in the distance, as if someone had stepped on a branch. Maks carefully stood up, whispering to his friends to stay by the fire. He began to walk slowly towards the lights, which in an instant went out. The area around him became even darker than before. Something moved in the bushes right next to Igor. Zosia grabbed his hand. "Who's there?" she called out in a trembling voice into the night silence. Suddenly a quiet, strangely familiar voice came from behind the trees. This time no one was laughing anymore. The tension was rising...