Leonor was moving again. Her mother loved restoration, so her predilection for old houses pushed the family to lead a rather nomadic life. It was the first night they slept there and, as always, her mother had left a small light bulb on to scare away all her fears. Every time they moved house he found it hard to sleep.
The first night he hardly slept at all. The creaking of the windows and the parquet floor kept waking her up. It took three more days before she got used to the noises and slept through the night. A week later, on a cold night, a loud crash startled her. It was storming and the window had been blown wide open by the strong gale. She pressed the light switch, but it did not come on. The noise sounded again, this time from the other end of the room. He scrambled to his feet and, palm outstretched against the wall, began to walk in search of his mother. It was completely dark. After two steps, his hand bumped into something. She felt it and flinched at once: it was a lock of hair. Startled, a flash of lightning illuminated the room and she saw a boy of her own height in front of her. She ran down the corridor, screaming, until she ran into her mother. "Did you see him too?" she asked.
Without even packing, they rushed out of the house. They returned at dawn, shivering and with wet clothes. They found everything just as they had left it... except the mirror in the girl's room. A lock of hair hung from one of the corners and the word "OUT" was etched into the glass.