Gwendy and her jewelry box

From Casl Rok to Casl-Wew, you can get in three ways: along the highway number 117, on the plezant-Road or on the stairs of the suicide. Every day throughout the summer of 1974, twelve -year -old Gwendi Peterson climbed the stairs holding on strong iron bolts and passing a zigzag along the steep slope.
And one day, when Gwendi rose to the top, taking her breath and hearing the cries of the children on the site, to the site, to A stranger turned to her. A man in black jeans, a black jacket and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the gate, was sitting on the bench in the shade. He had a neat little black hat on his head. The time will come, and this hat will pursue Gwendi in nightmares ...
In the small town of Kasl Rok, the state of Man, there was a lot of unusual, but you still have not heard about one story. And now her time has come