Suddenly, in the darkness, she caught a glimpse of some movement, and a feeling of real horror took possession of her. Neither alive nor dead, she continued to lie on the bed, not moving. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and she could see a man’s silhouette in the doorway. He came out of nowhere. Wearing a black hat, with a long stick in his hands, he moved towards the bed. Amelia carefully moved closer to Chris. She couldn't even scream out of fear. Tears flowed helplessly down my cheeks. “What is it?” – Chris muttered, half-opening one eye, sleepily, when she lightly touched his palm. At this time, the stranger sharply waved his hand. Now Amelia could clearly see that the attacker had a real scythe in his hands!