City of inheritance

Alien secret

Dorana woke up from the fact that someone knocked on her window.

The girl lay down a little, hoping that it seemed or that the sound was a dream. But the knock was repeated. Persistent such knock, rhythmic.

Dorana sat down and listened.

There was another knock on the window.

“All right,” said the girl. - Persuaded, I get up.

She armed herself with a slipper, made sure that the amulet ring was in place and went to kill the crazy one who knocks on other people's windows at night.

The moon shone outside the window. It was big and yellow, like a head of cheese. And against its background, a human head and a hand raised for the next knock were blackened like a stencil.

— Eek! Dorana said in surprise.

She still hoped it was a tree knocking on the window. Branch. True, the girl did not remember any trees growing close to the window, but you never know, suddenly they are there, and the fact that they are not there was just a dream. There are dreams that seem more real than real reality itself