I woke up in the early afternoon. My head was aching and I felt like a dried-out corpse. I was clearly hungover. I pulled myself out of bed and went to the kitchen in search of a drink.

I was in the middle of drinking a glass of water when I looked up. There was an old lady sitting in the dining room, staring at me. I stared back. I did not know her. She was knitting something. I went back to my room.

I came back two hours later for another glass of water. She was making progress with her knitting. It appeared to be taking the shape of a satchel. She stared at me. I went back to my room.

A couple of hours later, I came back. She appeared to be finished. What she had created was a man-sized sack. She stared at me, got up from her chair, and got inside of it. She stared at me until she closed the opening. Then she laid perfectly still on the ground.

It made sense now. She had knitted a body bag. I looked at it, and then I got another glass of water and went back to my room.