Young widow picked up a backpack thrown from an expensive car at the landfill. «I’ll take it for my son for school!» she thought. But, opening it, she was speechless…

It was the old window that didn’t close fully, and gusts of wind banged the sash against the frame. Sarah shuddered. Her nerves were on edge.

Need to hide all these bills, and tomorrow go to the police. She quietly asked her son to help and began stashing the money wherever possible. Some under the couch, some in the cupboard with dishes, and even in the toilet tank.

Soon there was no trace of the mysterious treasure in the house. Before bed, her son asked if they could keep a little money. Sarah just shook her head.

Can’t take what’s not yours. And, deciding to go to the police in the morning, she unknowingly fell asleep. At night, she was woken by a strange sound, as if the gate slammed in the yard.

Sarah instantly opened her eyes. In the small bedroom, it was dark, only faint moonlight fell from the window. Her heart thumped dully.

Have they come? She turned her head. Timmy was peacefully snoring next to her under the blanket. Trying not to make noise, the woman slid off the bed and tiptoed to the kitchen.

At the door leading to the yard, the dim night light bulb glowed. In its pale light, Sarah made out a shadow. Someone was outside, at the porch.

She clamped her mouth with her hand to not scream. Several long seconds—silence. Then a rustle, a quiet click, and the door shook.

For a second, Sarah didn’t understand what was happening. Then she saw the iron bolt handle slowly turning. Someone had slipped a long object through the crack in the jamb.

Sarah recoiled, freezing. «Who’s there?» she croaked, trying to make her voice firm. The handle immediately froze, but silence was the answer…