A series of stories about a real house in which the author once lived. The mystically appearing and disappearing cat and dog gave impetus to the writing of this series. Everything else is the fruit of the author’s wild imagination. So... Do you feel an icy breeze on your cheek? This is not a draft, but the cold breath of the house. Do you see a moth convulsing in the embrace of a flickering lamp under the ceiling? This house winks at you with promise. Can you hear the wind howling in the ventilation? This is the voice of the house, it calls you to visit. Look, house number thirteen has opened its entrance doors invitingly for you. He is waiting for you, reader. Come in...