text: They had come by mail. Special jewelry. Kira had received them from her aunt, a real world traveler. Every year she came by for Kira's birthday with the best stories. She had already announced that this jewelry had a very special story. Her aunt couldn't wait to tell her, but because her own flight was delayed, the jewelry would arrive earlier. Kira opened the box carefully. It was late and the house was dark. So when Kira opened the box she didn't expect much. To her surprise, the jewelry gleamed as if a lamp hung above the box. Pearls, framed by gold, as stud earrings, a gold chain, bracelet and two rings. A women's and men's ring. Was that possible? Kira couldn't believe her eyes. Did she dream about so much beauty? She quickly closed the box again. Tomorrow her aunt would arrive and she had to pick her up from the airport early. Kira carefully put the box on the table. The living room, with its sloping walls, seemed lighter even with the closed box. The full moon stood out through the window, which seemed to be focusing precisely on the jewelry. With a click, Kira started closing the windows one by one. She stood with her back to the jewelry, locked the front door halfway up, then closed the windows on the other side. The last window wouldn't close. Kira tried to use more force, but her height made a difficult task. Suddenly, something seemed to move in the opening of the window. On the right, halfway down the middle. Kira was startled, let go of the window and jumped against the sofa. There was a hand and the fingers moved. Kira let out a little scream and put her hand to her mouth. Was anyone trying to get in? She looked around quickly. The other windows were closed. There was a tapping. Thick drops fell on the sloping windows and the hand began to move further down. An arm was now visible and a second hand seemed to be added. In the background there was a rumble in the air. A bright flash lit up the room. For a moment, a silhouette was clearly visible. Halfway out there was clearly a man outside. Both his arms were inside now, and he tapped the angled windowsill with his hands. His eyes were not visible. Would he even know that Kira was there? BOOM. Crackling sounded from all sides. Kira saw the light sprout from below. Lightning had struck. Everything was dark. Kira wanted to wake up from this nightmare. She squeezed her own arm in panic. That's supposed to work, right? She began to breathe faster and looked around in the dark. Only the jewelry seemed to glow. That was strange. She tried to move towards the jewelry, but her feet seemed glued to the floor. The sofa she was standing against seemed to sway with her movements. She felt as if she were trapped on the deck of a ship. She stared fearfully at the window again. Waking up was not an option, she had to see the man enter. Waiting in the pitch darkness she knew he was going to see her. Would he hurt her? Was he here because of the jewelry? She heard the man breathing heavily and saw drops of water fall to the floor through the window. There was a splash and shortly afterwards a leg appeared through the opening of the window. It wouldn't be long before the man was inside. I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to. Kira began to mumble. She squeezed her eyes shut. She felt the back of the sofa with her hands. The structure of the fabric, soft with occasional fluff, got through to her. If only she had a weapon. A bat or something else to protect herself. Her hands felt further on the sofa. An elongated object, cold to the touch, appeared to have appeared on her sofa. It was a bat! The man was now inside and walked past Kira to the jewelry. He leaned over the table and took the box with both hands. Kira held her breath, turned and raised the bat high in the air. "Stop!" In the doorway, in a midnight blue robe, stood her aunt. “Wake up, girl. It's the jewelry that is making a fool of the new owner. ” Kira stared at her aunt. The bat in her hands disappeared. Kira woke up with a start. She sat up on the couch with the jewelry box on her lap. A buzzing sound had roused her from sleep. A text message from her aunt. “I'm almost there, do not open the jewelry without me.