On a dark and windy night, the power went out.
She walked into the bathroom in the dark and turned on the faucet.
The door slammed shut.
There was a chill on her back, and her hair seemed to be blown by the wind, dancing gently, and it seemed as if someone was whispering in her ear.
"Is it you? Is it really you?"
Shivering, she turned around stiffly, and then. . .
A handful of water was poured behind him. There was no one behind me.
"Come out! You've played so many times and you're not tired yet. I'm afraid of you!"