From my mother’s memories. Fear has big eyes. When parents were gone, the children got scared of unusual noise in the darkness – it seemed that the devil himself was storming through the rooms with all his subjects… All children were standing in their parent’s bed, leaning against the outer wall. Only later they realized that the door to the attic was left open and a herd of rats from the attic was storming through the room.
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