Darkness

Christmas, Christmas is coming. And hope will kill you because it's the last to die. In a log cabin on the hilltop of Mala Fatra, where he came to spend a hermit's Christmas away from people, the Bratislava screenwriter originally wanted to relieve himself of the eternal stress and pre-divorce arguments. But fate likes it hot even in the bitter cold. Or more like the Stephen King horror recipe: When the hero bathes his tired eyes, he is horrified to discover that he has stopped seeing. Too much. Could it be that the vindictive doctor's wife has counter-attacked and set a deadly trap? Indeed, even the tit on the nearest tree prophesies to the protagonist that he will soon lose his mind, even if he manages to survive in the remote area. He can't control the iPhone display blindly, so he can only fidget and grope around, hold self-talk with an Olympus recorder, or walk around the cabin with a Taurus 0.38 revolver, because someone is always wandering around. Is it a phantom, is it not a phantom? Darkness holds the answer until Christmas Eve, when... hope dawns? Length of recording: 5 hours 15 minutes