Lilia played, drew pictures, and enjoyed her new space.

But soon she began complaining about strange noises at night.

“Mom, he’s rustling again,” she said, clutching her toy. “Someone is walking around in my room.”

Her parents didn’t believe her. They dismissed it as imagination — children her age make things up. Her father laughed: “Probably just mice.” Her mother insisted it was only the wind. But Lilia kept repeating:

“It’s not the wind, Mom. I can hear him breathing.”

In the mornings, the sounds disappeared. At night, they returned — exactly when her parents were already asleep.