The young man had nowhere to stay the night, so the elderly woman felt sorry for him. That night, she woke up to the sound of the young man entering her room carefully, making his way to the bed, and doing this… 
The young man had no one to turn to and was just in a dismal situation. He had no acquaintances left, and relatives had shunned him.
Since the familiar old lady lived alone in a huge apartment, a distant relative, who was kind but foolish, reasoned that she should take in a lodger. This way, he would have a safe place to sleep under a roof and she would be less alone.
The young man, who was around twenty-five, approached the elderly woman carrying a little backpack that could only contain a few clothing, a notebook, and an old picture of his parents.
He appeared reserved, modest, and even bashful. The grandmother’s heart was moved when she saw him; she felt sorry for him, as though he were her own.
She ushered the young man into the house right away, inquired quickly if he had eaten that day, asked if he wanted some potatoes and onions, and assured him that porridge would be served in the morning. She even let him dress in her son’s old clothing, even though he had moved out and hardly ever phoned.
After making a bed for him in her son’s room, the elderly woman crossed herself, fixed the pillow, and silently wished him a good night. For the first time in a long time, someone had visited the house and engaged in conversation with her, so she herself went to her bedroom grinning.
She felt as though God had sent this young man to make her loneliness a little less intense.
Insomnia plagued the woman, who lay in the dark for a long time while listening to the creak of floorboards in the adjacent room. And just as she was starting to nod off, she noticed a faint rustle coming from the room next door.
The woman opened her eyes and saw her bedroom door gently open through the half-darkness. In the doorway stood the young man. In the faint light of the night lamp, his face appeared weird and harsh, lacking the tenderness that the elderly woman had noticed during the day. He was holding something.
He approached her stealthily, taking slow, deliberate steps as though he didn’t want to wake her. The woman was awake, though, as she watched him while holding her breath and feeling her heart race in her chest. The young man paused at the head of the bed and stood there for a while, as if he was having self-doubt about whether or not to carry out his plan. The woman started praying to herself.
What does he propose to accomplish, Lord? What does he have in his hand? I let a stranger in, but why, and if he
The woman watched in fear through her half-closed lids as the young man did this out of the blue…
The young man held a pillow in his hands as he carefully raised them.
He pressed the pillow to the elderly woman’s face and rasped, “This will be better for both of us.”
The grandma recoiled, let out a hushed, frantic cry, and struggled, using her hands to push him away. The pillow dropped to the ground, and the young man flinched, afraid she wouldn’t pass away soon enough. At the top of her lungs, the elderly woman screamed:
“Aid! Folks! They’re killing me!
The door had not been locked, and neighbors hurried in in a matter of seconds. One rushed to contact the police, while another exploded into the bedroom.
The young man appeared to be unable to comprehend what had happened as he stood by the wall, looking pale and bewildered. He was led out into the yard while being restrained.
When the cops showed there later, it was evident that the young man was not who he said he was.
He had been the sole witness at the time, and the investigators had never been able to determine what had transpired. His parents had passed away inexplicably many years prior.
Until he came up with a fresh scheme to move in with an elderly woman who was trustworthy and then fabricate an accident to get her apartment, he had been living under different aliases ever since.
