The night before Christmas. You read on the Internet that you can tell fortunes about your future husband on Christmas. And while your parents got ready and went to their friends, leaving you alone in the apartment, you found information about one way. In the evening, you sat down at the table and put mirrors with pictures of magic signs on them, lit candles and turned off the light. You said the words "My betrothed, my disguised one, come!" three times and began to wait, expecting to see some handsome man in the mirror. But the flame on the candles twitched a little and a thin, long, gray figure appeared in the mirror behind you. It looked like some strange, dangerous angel. You turned around sharply, but no one was there. You hoped that you imagined it, turned on the light, gathered up after yourself and sat down to watch TV in the living room without the light. Although you clearly heard someone's breathing.