Aunt Coby's call
Aunt Coby drags the bucket of dirty water higher up the basement staircase. It had been years since the basement had had a big turn, and cleaning had been desperately needed. Very hard. The water now sees dark black and a lot of dirt float in it.
The doorbell sounds mercilessly hard through the house and a wave of black water flees away onto aunt's skirt. That, too.
She hastily puts the bucket in the hallway and rushes to the front door. She looks forward, then left, right, up and down. No one to see. Also no hastily delivered postal parcel. That's weird. Would she have been mistaken? It is of course almost impossible for aunt to make mistakes, but the reality is there: there is no one at all. She shrugs her shoulders and closes the door.
She's barely back to her bucket when the doorbell rings again. There's a wave again, but now it's a violent emotion. In just a few steps, she's at the door again. No one can be seen again, but the sound of running away feet is unmistakable. What now, chasing after it? No, she knows something better. Help should be sought here:
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