“...As soon as I opened the gate and found myself in the yard, another devilish thing happened. <…> It was as if something had exploded right in front of her house. A woodpile collapsed, a fence fell, and there was a red flash in the air. And then silence, so fragile that it was scary to breathe. She did not dare to go further. She lay down and hid under a rowan tree, near the barn. It’s not without reason that all this is happening. For a second it seemed like a shadow flashed in the yard and disappeared. Dissolved. And then guests appeared. Two. No, three.”