One spooky story from the pub on Hřibová. Rychleb Mountains.

The night has already come. The pilgrim was tired. Clouds covered the whole sky, the autumn wind was blowing. The pilgrim's cloak is flimsy, it does not protect against the rain. A light flickered in the darkness. And in a moment the outline of a large building. The dogs barked. The gate to the yard is open, the pavement is strewn with pebbles. Cows hummed from the barn, the smell of the autumn farm in the yard. A car lamp above the door. It was shining and the warm and cozy light invited in. The pub on…