“At the head of the bed I saw a girl whom some man grabbed by the neck and slowly threw onto her back, squeezing her throat more and more and slowly suffocating her. There could be no mistake. I saw everything very clearly. A murder was taking place before my eyes. I could clearly see the girl’s face, her shiny golden hair, as well as the horror and death agony on her beautiful face, which was gradually filling with blood. As for the man, I could see his back, his arms and a scar running across the left side of his face to his neck. It took me a while to describe this picture, but in reality it only took a second or two until I looked at it, completely stunned. Then I turned around to rush to help... And against the wall behind me, the same one that was reflected in the mirror, I saw only a Victorian ebony wardrobe. No open door - no scene of violence. I turned back to the mirror. Only the closet was reflected in it...”

Translation from English by M.V. Tarasova.