I had a bad feeling, when we came into this luxury house. It stands in the middle of the forest, near the small river, where fish jumps from time to time. Now we are behind the door, locked in the tiny room. We see nothing, only the ray of light from the keyhole. But we both knew - it isn't light from the lamp, it's light from the eyes. Angry, hungry, and empty eyes. I'm feeling her arms on my chest, I'm hearing her speechless crying and trying not to scream. The door knob is slowly turning to the left, then to the right. Nothing happened. "Just open the door, I will show you something, Billy" - says the voice of my mother. But my name isn't Billy, and my mother is far away from this place. "Please, I'm so disappointed by your behavior!" - still sounds like my mother voice, but now with some strange wheezing. "OPEN THE DOOR!" - it was so loud that the picture on the wall just fell, it wasn't a women voice, it was the voice of a tiger or a bear, if they could speak. A moment later the keyhole lost her light.