“One, two, three, four, five, we are going to look for you...” a children's rhyme, uttered by a male bass, echoed loudly in an empty house.

I quickly turned off the small flashlight and seemed to stop breathing so as not to give away my hiding place. A sick, swollen leg made me slide down the wall and sit on the cold, concrete floor. The whole body was trembling, either from cold or from fear. There was a rustle and heavy inhuman breathing nearby. I cowered in an attempt to remain unnoticed.

- I found you! - a furry monster with red eyes pulled me by the arms and swallowed...