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My mother once told me about an incident that happened when I was a child. We lived in a different apartment back then, and my father was often on duty at night. That day, he was also absent. My mother was in the adults' bedroom, and my younger brother and I were in the children's room. It was late evening, we were already asleep, and my mother came in to check on us. Peeking into the children's room, she saw us fast asleep and closed the door. The door, it should be noted, had a opaque translucent glass insert—you've probably seen those in old apartments. So, after closing the door, my mother barely had time to turn away when she heard the door creak. She turned around...

My mother says that after what she saw, she rushed into the children's room like a bullet, grabbed the sleepy children—my brother and me—in her arms, ran to her bedroom, and couldn't fall asleep until morning. She clearly saw someone's large hand opening the door behind her. When she ran into the room, my brother and I were still sleeping peacefully...