Maja was spending the night at her grandmother's wooden house. Outside the window, the forest hummed and the bridge creaked. A tall clock ticked in the living room, like a peaceful heart. Fluffy, the white cat, curled up by the cooker. Suddenly something knocked three times on the floor. Quietly, like rain against glass, but clearly. Maja raised her head and held her breath. - Grandma, can you hear? - she whispered into the darkness. Only the quiet ticking of the clock answered her. Maja picked up the torch and touched Fluffy's fur. - Are you coming with me? - she asked. The cat purred and moved by her leg. The tapping sounded again, closer now, in the corridor. A thread of dust moved on the carpet, as if something had blown. The pantry door vibrated slightly and squeaked. The doorknob itself moved downwards, a millimetre. Maja held out her hand, and her heart did a hop. At that moment, a quiet whisper came from behind the door: - Hello? Is someone there?