It was a terrible stormy night six months after my father's death. My mother was sitting alone by the fire, waiting for her baby to arrive. She was felling sad and ill. Suddenly, she was hearing a noise outside. 'There's someone at the door, Peggotty', my mother called. 'Who is it?' Peggotty was her servant and her only real friend. 'I'll go and see', Peggotty replied. She went and opened the door. Behind the door was a little girl. She was 9 years old, she was very sad. She said she lost her mother. And often these words burst into tears. Peggotty said: 'Come to the house'. She was wet from head to toe. My mother said: 'Peggotty, who came?' Peggotty gave the girl a warm blanket and asked to wait Peggotty went into my mom's room and told him everything. When Peggotty came back into the room, the girl was not there. There was only a blanket that is placed carelessly on the bed. Peggotty thought she was just scared. And now, after a couple of hours, they have already forgotten about this situation. When they fell a sleep, the girl cut the throat of all. It turns out it was a serial killer. And most of all she loved to kill people in their sleep. The moral of this story is: 'Do not open the door to strangers'.
