Today I learned what a real horror is.
I wake up tonight by knocking on the balcony glass. I open my eyes, it’s dark, it’s night, but you can see someone standing behind the balcony door. Grey hair has increased.
It turned out to be the next - on the balcony hanging, I hanged the shirt there in the evening to dry. In the night, the frosts hit and the shirt hardened and knocked.