About the book: 2013 / Lisa stopped the car, took a flashlight and went out into the street. The name of a small village was written on the sign. Woodring Castle must be somewhere here. Suddenly she felt someone's presence. The girl slowly turned around, and a beam of light snatched a deathly pale female face from the darkness. He was framed by thick red hair, and his green eyes shone strangely. “You scared me,” said Lisa. “I didn’t expect to meet anyone here at such a late time.” May I help you? Maybe I could give you a ride? The strange figure stepped back. Lisa drew attention to her snow-white dress, similar to a robe. “Are you Miss Simpson?” – asked the stranger. - Do you want to go to Woodring Castle? Don't go there. Go back where you came from. Death awaits you there!