Victoria didn't want to spend her holidays at Grandma Lula's in the countryside at all. She thought that a more boring place did not exist. Meanwhile, on the very first evening, something happened that she had never dreamt of even in her wildest dreams. Grandma lived in a big old house right by the woods. In the living room, among the colourful carpets and shelves full of books, there was a huge, dark brown sideboard. It was so old that its legs resembled the paws of a lion, and the gilded handles curved into esy-flores. The first night Victoria woke up with a strange feeling, as if someone was whispering in her ear. She went quietly downstairs. As she stood on the threshold of the living room, she heard a clear, murmuring voice: - Again, someone has left me ajar! Is it so hard to close the door? - complained the sideboard, its top drawer shaking with indignation. Victoria froze. In the moonlight, she could clearly see the ajar door closing by itself and the handle yawning loudly. Suddenly, a thin, squeaky voice came from inside: - Leave! I need air! It was a porcelain sugar bowl with a golden flower. Next to it there was the clatter of cups, as if they were applauding or demanding attention. The sideboard snorted: - I ask everyone to be quiet. Objects at night should rest! Victoria couldn't believe her eyes. She sat cross-legged on the floor and looked at the sideboard, which looked very busy. The handles were whispering something to each other, the drawers were murmuring and the sugar bowl was clearly angry that someone had tried to close it. Then a new, slightly nasal voice came from the top shelf: - Listen! I hear something in the garden.... Suddenly all the objects in the sideboard began to whisper nervously. The sideboard shook its legs. Victoria looked out of the window and then.... Something flashed in the corner of the garden. A shadow flitted between the trees and stopped under the very window of the living room. The sideboard trembled all over and the porcelain sugar bowl emitted a quiet squeak. - Close the door! - cried the sideboard, but Victoria was already too fascinated to move. What lurked in the darkness of the garden? And why was the sideboard so afraid?