Often I go down to the cellar to eat bagels and drink some tea , turning back to take a sugar and hear rustling in the area behind the teapot. Rotate - and from the table staring creature very similar to your late grandfather. Small cold creeps begin to rise rapidly from the heels to the back, having disturbed recently eaten soup. You try to scream, " "Mom, it seems somebody lives in our cellar"" but you can not ....