A black night Everything is already closed. The sky is inked with pitch black brushes. I am lying on my bed, with lights off and closed eyes. I am listening the silence of the night. Suddenly, I notice a faraway sound, it is an owl hooting. It reclaims my attention. There is something amiss. Therefore, I try listening again, this time carefully. The sound gets closer, a sharp shiver started running down my spine. I opened abruptly my eyes. It seems it has guessed my actions, I thought. Opening pandora's box is not always a good idea. Maybe at another moonless night , I will try to do it again and the box will be opened.