The doctor came to see an ailing girl in a town called Dacia. He didn’t want to stay the night there, not after he was warned to be cautious, but he couldn’t leave the girl without seeing her improve a bit. By the time the girl got better it was getting late. The doctor packed up his satchel and walked down stairs, onto the porch where the man who had brought him was standing.
“The sun is going down,” the man observed. “It’s best you stay the night until morning. Not safe to be traveling in the night. I can prepare the barn for you. If that’s all right?”
“Much oblige,” the doctor was staring out into the landscape, noticing there was no other houses in sight. “Did you say there were others that still lived here?”
“Yes, sir, there are,” said the man.
“How far do they live?”
“Do you see them often?”
“Sometimes. Farm work keeps us busy, especially during crop season. I better get the stables ready for you,” the man lowered his hat and walked off.
The doctor was getting the sense that the man was trying to evade more questions about the town and its people. There was something eerie about the place. He kept looking out into the landscape when a flickering lantern appeared in a distance. Another one came on after and then another. It was followed by a succession of them in a straight line. It was probably about twenty lanterns or more that lined up against the landscape. A small figure of a man came into sight and raised his lantern in a greeting.
The doctor was about to wave back when he realized the man wasn’t waving at him, but the man that brought him there. It was then the doctor noticed the many lanterns that surrounded the siblings farmhouse. The man was also lighting them one by one as the sun sunk deeper in the horizon. The sight made the doctors skin crawl.