Granny Clara's secret map

Zosia's grandmother's old house always smelled of cinnamon and old books. Klara loved spending weekends there with her younger brother Leon, especially when it rained and you couldn't go outside. Grandma had a huge library full of bound volumes and strange objects from all over the world. One Saturday afternoon, as the sound of drops drummed against the windowsill, the siblings decided to browse through an old cupboard in Grandma's study. Behind a pile of embroidered tablecloths and a box of faded photographs, Clare came across something strange. It was a dusty roll, tied with a red ribbon. As Leon began to untie the ribbon, her grandmother entered the room - but instead of being upset, she only smiled mysteriously. - 'Oho, did you find something interesting? - She asked. The children unrolled the roll and saw a hand-drawn map of the house, garden and strange signs leading beyond the property to an old forest growing behind the garden. - 'It's a map my grandfather made,' my grandmother explained. - Apparently it leads to some family secret that no one has discovered yet. Clare's heart began to beat faster. Leon was already ready to run for his jacket and wellingtons. - 'But remember,' his grandmother added, lowering her voice, 'someone or something is guarding this riddle. It's better to be careful... Even before the grandmother had finished speaking, there was a loud crack outside the window. The children ran to the glass and froze. A strange silhouette could be seen at the edge of the woods, which quickly disappeared between the trees. Clare squeezed the map tightly. What was waiting for them in the forest? Who or what was the mysterious figure? Would they dare to set off in the footsteps of the old map?