Walsh tried to shut her mouth, but it didn't work. Jess was able to push him away again and run away, asking for help.

He rushed after her. Behind her came a loud thump.

- It's not me! Walsh shouted. - It's not me! You have to say it's not me!

Thinking nothing from fear, acting irrationally and obeying only the instinct of self-preservation, Jess again flew into the bedroom, turned the lock and, by inertia, dived into the closet. In the same closet in which the monster sat.

If Jess had remembered this in time, she would have crawled under the bed. But she forgot, and it was too...