Life used to be different. Or rather, a different perception of life phenomena. The ancestors did not know everything we know today. They explained their reasons to the superstitious point of view. The ancestors saw the world quite differently. Like Gogol’s “Evenings on a farm near Dikanka”, and in Prague, an unclean force woke up as soon as the sun touched the edge of the earth.

The shadows of clumsy trees pull their long fingers to the human habitation. Soon the dark palm of the night will cover the house. The blue sky now looks black and scary. The bright spot of the moon emerges from the bottomless stellar mass. Everything's changed. The night is coming into its own. You can hear a tsokot in the distance. On the granite stones of the street, the horse carries a decapitated rider.

A frightened city dweller, a knight, with his head under his arm, enters a tavern where he loved to go during his lifetime, and asks for a beer for him. From the wall of the Ungelt comes the ghost of a Turk with a blond girl's head in his hand. He killed his unfaithful fiancée. And now it's terrifying for all the girls around.

But here's a local jade, weary of weaving through a dark alley with a heavy bag on his slouched back.He adored money more than his life, and rushed into a burning house, right into the flames, to embrace his bag full of coins for the last time. With the battle of the clock, the souls of the beheaded nobles fly at the tower, who cannot find peace. Their heads were hung on Charles Bridge to intimidate passers-by.

The cargo Golem is trotting hard on the Jewish Quarter pavement. He's harmless. Although it inspires fear with its formidable appearance and inhuman growth. From the windows of the house heard a harrowing cry of a child. The night before him is the Black Monk and calls with him to the other world.

A fiery skeleton with a roar sweeps on its chariot through the streets of the Small Side. His grave has been leveled and he is now trying to take revenge on all the living. A huge dog with burning eyes looks fiercely into the depths of the street. He looks for lonely passers-by to grab their throats with steel teeth.

We will see all of them - the night hosts of Old Prague. We just need to throw away all our knowledge today and try to see the world through the eyes of our ancestors.