Olive has always known that something strange was going on at the end of Silent Street. Where the asphalt turns to sand and the "No Trespassing" sign barely holds on to one screw, there is a rusty gate. Behind it stretches an old garden, about which the adults spoke only in whispers. One Friday evening Olive and her best friend Franek were walking home from school. They couldn't take their eyes off the gate. When the wind whistled and the gate creaked, something seemed to invite them inside. - Why don't we... maybe we should just look in for a moment? - whispered Franek, clutching a torch in his hand. Olive nodded and moved her hand over the cold metal. The gate opened with a groan. On the other side awaited overgrown bushes, tangled vines and a path that was covered by a carpet of yellow leaves. The further they walked, the more the garden seemed.... different. The air was damp and smelled of old earth. Frank spotted something glittering among the weeds - an old lantern that suddenly lit up with a soft light. - Can you see it? - whispered Olive, looking at the strange shadows dancing around. Suddenly, from behind the dense bushes came a quiet croaking and the flapping of wings. The leaves rustled, as if someone was watching them. The torch in Frank's hand began to flash and small footprints appeared all around them. Olive took a deep breath and her heart was beating like crazy. Does someone live here? Are these the ghosts of the garden's former inhabitants? The children looked at each other as she emerged from the shadows....