Valentin was once a promising architect until he was crushed by burnout and a soulless firm. Now he barely leaves his apartment until one day his apartment is occupied by a vampire.

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For two nights in a row, Valentin was tormented by a barely audible scraping sound, as if tiny claws were sliding along the floor. He turned over furniture, looked under cabinets, checked the walls for mouse holes, even climbed out onto the balcony, but in vain: the source of the sound stubbornly eluded him.

He tried to fall asleep again, but a thin skritch-skritch-skritch ate into his ears, driving him crazy. Old tales warned: evil spirits come on the third night. Valentin, not wanting to wait for the doomed time, broke away earlier. He clicked the switch - and froze. On the floor, neither a cockroach nor a mouse moved. Instead, a bat crawled along the parquet, absurdly and eerily, screeching so shrilly that his ears began to ring.

The shock lasted for a moment. He grabbed a flannel blanket, wrapped the little animal like a baby, and froze. There was nothing left in his hands, only empty fabric.

The room froze. The silence was too thick, alien. Only the wind stirred the curtains. Valentin tried to convince himself of the absurdity of what was happening: overwork, sleepy delirium. But a shadow slid across the wall. The silhouette of a woman. He rushed - and saw no one.

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