Das wandernde Licht: Novelle

At a tiny station just beyond Breslau, a solitary night train sighs to a halt. A well‑known country doctor steps down, his luggage light, and offers a fellow traveler a ride deeper into the countryside. Together they glide through moon‑lit fields of ripening grain, the summer air alive with frogs and the low drone of a distant beetle.

Soon the road bends toward a shadowed park where a massive, block‑like mansion looms, its black windows staring into the darkness. From one corner of the house a faint glow flickers, then darts to the next room, as if a restless lantern is searching the empty hallways. The intermittent light casts eerie patterns on the stone façade, hinting at a hidden presence that draws the doctor and his companion into a silent, unsettling mystery.