Corridor

 - is you you're like a lover of any damn? Do you want to throw a factory? With such words, my colleague Artem, a melanoda uncle with techish education and a very limited fantasy began its history. This is me to the fact that the story described by him there is no chance of being fictional. I am a big connoisseur of mystical stories, a kind of collector. I did not hide my addictions from anyone. For me, it was an ordinary thing to start a new acquaintance with the questioned, and did not bring my companion to deal with something inexplicable and otherworldly. People laughed, of course, but the stories shared willingly. Almost everyone was that to tell: who has a friend of psychics, who sees the dreams to whom that unfamiliar numbers are called and silent into the tube or publish strange sounds. Artem was a rare exception in my hobby. I didn't even try to ask him on this topic. It seemed that any Slenderman would have passed by him by him and did not notice - this is so tightly Artem was the hillside of the cynicism, skepticism and materialism. Single chipped man. Moreover, I was surprised by his story. Not even surprised, but struck. All sorts of psychics and calls with silence looked like children's fabulrs near the event that Artem told. Now Artem has its own apartment, wife and one-year-old son. But about ten years ago he had only two hundred rubles in a wallet and several sandwiches in a backpack. With this equipment, a naive, but optimistic provincial theme arrived in Moscow to seek the best share. He had no money for an apartment, so Artem was phoned with a friend of childhood, which moved to the capital many years ago. A friend was delighted with such an unexpected greet from the past, and suggested Artem to live for some time. Like, you will be changed until the removable apartment will not accumulate. But everything turned out not just. Artem, who ended only 11 classes and not having any special skills, hardly arranged for penny positions - then a loader, then a cleaner, "therefore, the money was sent slowly. Plus, from the politeness of Artem purchased the products into the family of his friend (he already lived with a girl), so as not to "parasitize." So he ate modestly, I slept hardly in the storage room, but he did not complain - accustomed to harsh conditions. But the spoiled friend Muscovite was cleared, and the girl began to displeasure to grumble about the excess tenant. A friend, of course, Garked: Silent, Woman, I will not kick the Korean on the street, and the point. However, he understood that he could not leave Artem for a long time. Friendship friendship, and did not want to spoil the relationship with the girl either. But, as a true friend, he really did not leave the topic from the house, but began to look for a solution to the problem. And it was happily found. His friend went to another city for six months and was ready to let Artema in his berry. He lived with a single, reported for the state of the apartment was not to whom, and if there was some flowers on the windows to water, so generally wonderful. A friend told him about Artem, that they say, that guy is decent and reliable. So why would you not look at the apartment in the absence of the owner? And there, the metropolitan friend said him, you'll see, get the work, you caught a cold, and you yourself will already remove anything. Artem happily agreed - he himself was awkwardly to close his comrade. Moreover, that Hata was quite well. Single cozy odnushka with furniture and electricity. Raze! In this cozy one-hour Artem lived a record minor time. Just half a day. He moved, or rather, escaped from there, even before the onset of darkness. Although it all began to be peacefully, even more than. Artyom came in the morning, settled, looked around. He looked back and forth in several square meters, checked the castle, wiring, cranes, some more little things. Everything worked properly. Satisfied, Artem purchased food to himself, took room and decided to rest. Prefirm on the sofa, the book was read. Outside the window - the spring day, the birds sing and the voices of playing children of children of the random passers-by. Tea mug smokes on the table, the clock is ticking from the wall. Beauty. While Artem enjoyed rare minutes of silence and peace, time flew unnoticed. I remembered Artem about him only when I noticed that the votes behind the windows were sthoted, and the sky was darkened. "Wow, as quickly weekend," I was surprised to a slightly upset with his inattention. But what, it was time to contact the owner and conclude, so to speak, the final contract. He came out of the room to the hallway, where the phone was standing. There's already darkness, no damn item. Artem highlighted the mobile phone (everyone remembers the phones of the beginning of the 2000s, which will cover the maximum of the tip of the nose?) And I didn't see almost nothing ... But it was enough that it was not so. Very much wrong. Even so much that Artem goosebles ran through the skin. The first thing he understood - in the air stanked Gari. And obviously not from the fact that the neighbors fish burned. Stinkped with pale plastic. Somewhere in the house fire? .. But then why does not smell smoke at all? Alarmed Artem tried to navigate the switch to include light. And instead of paper wallpapers, I felt something fragile and swept at hand. He high in his palm - and she is all in soot. Here Artem spoke slightly and tried to break back into the room, but the door, right through the law of the genre, turned out to be suddenly closed. "The handle, or the tale,", "thought Artem and he studied it. Instead of a smooth shiny handle, Artem saw some burnt stump from the stubborn plastic. Yes, and the door itself was all in the fire, with a stuffed and covered with black paint bubbles. Artem spat on the city phone, he tried to call from the mobile, but there was no signal signal. Artem even in the head did not come that it could all be just a terrible sleep (that's what the complete lack of mystical thinking mean), but he also could not find a rational explanation. The only thing that understood Artem is to urgently pour from here. Then we'll figure it out. He went toward the entrance door, highlighting his way as an antediluvian mobile phone. Visibility was a centimeter three forward, further - an impenetrable darkness. And here is Artem, goes, goes, goes ... And there is no doors and no. And there is nothing at all. Only a long narrow corridor, as a continuation of the hallway, the whole burnt and completely empty. No furniture or household items. Only a bare concrete covered with a thick layer of soot, and crisp ash under the legs. Artem remembered exactly that there was no corridor here. And it could not be purely physically! In the time that Artem went on this corridor, it was possible to reach the opposite wall of the building. But the corridor did not end, contrary to all the laws of physics. Artem became very scary. I almost cry, he turned back to the charred door. It was too terrible to go next. The door burned in incomprehensible way also frightened, but the infinity of the corridor frightened much more. However, it did not reach the door leading to the room, because the story one in one was repeated - how many go, there is no door, as if it was not. Only all the same burning corridor. As if the whole world disappeared, turning into this corridor, endless in both directions. "I," said Artem at this moment, nervously smoking the nail, "I got crazy at that moment, in my opinion. I remember how she walked and whispered something. What she whispered, I do not know much. It seems like I asked me to release from this nightmare. Who asked, I do not know. I did not know what I was hoping. Yes, actually did not hope for anything, just wanted to end. Agree, my friend, getting stuck forever in such a place, and even in full solitude - much worse death. And the whole thing was still an impenetrable darkness, and Artem was only a weak mobile phone, and what's ahead there, what's behind - not visible. Dark and quietly, hellishly quiet. Only Artem steps are heard, and when he stopped, so silence was generally coffin. How much did he go? Is not known. Said, so much that the bill was lost. A little more - I would lose and reason. Feet have already fallen off, as if with a dozen kilometers he faded. Artem sat on the dirty layer of ash, replaced by the floor, and burst out like a small one. It was scary to impossibility. Most of all frightened not even the delusibility of what was happening, the most frightened her hopelessness (in every sense of the word). Artem was a man hardened, in any life situation he would have found a way out, would fought until the last. Even if you are mortally wounded, captured, connected by hand and legs, is scary, but normal. You can always come up with how to act and try to escape. But what could be done here? .. And suddenly, through his own crying, Artem heard other sounds. "Шлеп." Pause. And then it is long enough - "Shoooorrrh" ... "Shone". «Шооооооррррххх…» Словно кто-то шел, хромая, и ногу подволакивал. It would seem to be frightened here, but Artem was glad almost before hysterical - thank God, not one he is here! - Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!! - desperately shouted Artem, jumped on his feet. - Is there anyone who?! The answer did not follow, but the sounds were approaching. - Hey! Ээээй! - continued to shout out Artem, almost running moving towards. - Do not be afraid of me! I got lost here! I ... he crasled when the light from the mobile phone looked poorly the sound source. To him crawled the body. Not a man. Not even a creature. Just the body devoid of all limbs. Artem remembered that it seemed ridiculously short without hands, legs ... and without a head. The brightness of the wiggy skin, the body was wriggle, floundered into the thicker of ash. When it crawled closer, artem frozen from horror, I saw that not all the limbs at the body were absent - a long living hand braided from the right shoulder. On this hand the body and moved. "Shone," the palm hit the floor, pushing into it with dirty broken nails. «Шшшооооррррхххх…» — подтягивалось тело, оставляя борозду в куче золы. "Shlex ... Schshhoooorrrh ..." With every sound, the distance between Artem and the one-handed body was reduced, but he could not do anything. As if the plaster was poured - he could not move, and that's it. Standing and stupidly stupidly stumping the hardwood of the human body, which blindly spit gelly neck. It was not even blinked. The only muscle that continued to work was the heart. It was pounding so that hardly did not break the ribs. The body crawled close to Artem. Through the horror, he was discharged by a wave of disgust - the gelhead neck pulled out to his leg, as if sniffing, and the torn laryn was lingering like a dog nose. Then the neck suddenly arched up, staring at Artem with a dark bloody cut, on the site of which should have been head. And then it happened that, from what Artem forget about everything about everything - and about the darkness, and about the corridor, and even about the body itself. - Where did you climb? - He heard a deaf voice. - Back Go! Although Artem hardly did not lose consciousness from fear, and has long lost the ability to clearly think, at that moment he understood clearly - the voice came straight out of the hole of the blurred larynx. Directly from the inside of the body. How could it talk and why did it generally said this to Artem, he did not know, and he did not want to know. At that moment, he did not even understand the meaning of words. And after these words with Artem as the shackles slept. Catching disappeared instantly. He rushed away from all the Duri, raised heaps of ashes and sharding on the run. Fight, now deeply sparing on the frightening infinity of the corridor. Now everything overshadowed a new, much more acute horror, which panicked up: "Run running runs run !!!" So on the run Artem and flew into the door. Yes, yes, in that same door, with a burnt handle, which he could not find, - Yes, so flew that it was hardly with the loops. As this door appeared there and where it disappeared before that, God was discovered. ("Although, rather, I can't God, but his antipod ..." - I joked Artem gloomily). Artem crashed into this door and poured back to the room. Not charred, but a light, absolutely normal room, without a breath of Gary. Exactly the same as it was. In a panic, Artem looked around - there was no chanting door behind the door, there was an ordinary hallway. Cracked chandelier on the ceiling, shelves for slippers, mirror in the corner. Sunlight flew dust. Nothing like that nightmare, from which Artem broke out only a few seconds ago. Step over, Artyom-bent rose to his feet and went to the window. There, too, nothing unusual was observed. The courtyard of the sleeping area, kids, passersby, the cat is heated in the sun. The clock arrows showed half the third. "What, a day passed?" "Artem was horrified, looking at the hallway again. Everything seemed to him that she was about to turn into a nightmarish corridor, and from there I would hear the approaching "SchshoooooOrrrh" ... with difficulty rearing himself (it was terrible to leave the room), he stepped into The hallway and one jump got to the bathroom, shuting the door behind him. I looked into the mirror over the sink, and sees - the entire soot of the lurn. As if only from the mine got out. So, it was indeed ... I washed back and changed clothes for clean, Artem ran out of a malfunctory apartment. In a panic, I did not even collect things. Only the sozy clothes took the clothes, on the way it thrown into the garbage tank, just like a criminal of evidence. It was terribly brought with her clothes on which Owl ash from some other world. When Artem came run back to a friend, he looked at him amazed: - What's wrong with you? Why are you so fast? What happened? Here, I learned Artem that with his departure to a new apartment just a few hours. But Artem remembered exactly what the window was dark. From where this darkness got out, artem even did not want to assume. He only was pleased that he did not think of looking out of the window. After all, that he could see in this darkness, no one knows. Perhaps something more terrible one-armed body. Artem did not know how to explain his fast leaving to a friend. I also did not know how to explain what the face was looked at and turned off and turned pale, why his shakes. Artem could not tell all truth. And the point is not at all that he would be considered crazy - he just could not make his tongue talk about it, could not force his memory to survive it all again. "Brother, do not ask what's wrong, I don't know, I don't know," I could not stand it, I cried out Artem again, I do not like my tears. - nothing happened, to you honestly. No one attacked me, no one threatened me. Just scary very much in that apartment. I'm afraid to even remember her. Do not ask why, I myself do not know how to explain! A friend of Artem was in complete bewilderment. What could frighten a healthy, strong and cold-blooded guy to such an extent? Then he himself went to the apartment - to pick up things, but at the same time, and did not see if Artem was driving. Well, I could not believe that without any reason, Artem escaped from the apartment in a semi-dry state and with all the temples. I looked at everything, I checked everything. And everything is clean. The apartment is like an apartment, he his himself stayed a hundred times, and never saw anything frightening. After this story, Artem became completely uncomfortable in his friend's house. He mowed on him, as at a psychopath, and the girl began to be afraid of Artem. Soon Artem found a hostel inexpensively and agreed there with another guy to pay for a room for two. Passed a couple of months. Artem began to slowly move away from the experienced. Only gray hair on the temples and the cracked screen of the mobile phone sometimes reminded about nightmarish events. But then Artem recalled them as a hot nonsense, as a bad dream. He was ashamed of his behavior before the old comrades, and sometimes the memories began to seem like some kind of fictional and unreal. But in August, the same friend called Artem. In the apartment, from which Artem was leaving, stood a gas stove. The owner of the apartment was poor and updates in the economic property took place infrequently. The stove stood since the time of his childhood, that is, twenty five years old. And now it approached the life term to the end, and the gas plates sometimes die very enchantingly. She rushed so that she was shaking the whole house, and the iron-concrete structures of the upper floors were glanced, almost having broken. The floor of the apartment cracked, lining the neighbors from the bottom of the room with concrete crumb. Evacuation team immediately arrived, all the inhabitants pulled out to the street right among the night and sealed the house, assigning the status of "emergency state". From the apartment itself, of course, there were horn and legs. The poor owner, which at that time was in another city and did not suspect anything, the calls from state bodies and the threat of a lawsuit were sprinkled. "I don't know what you were so frightened there," His friend said to Artem. - But this fear saved your life. "It turns out that this gelless creature really saved you," I grinned when Artem graduated from the story. - There may be something terribly, does not always want evil? Artem was silent for a long time, before answering. - Do you know what? - He said at last. "I don't care if I wanted me if I wanted or good." And I, confess, I do not feel special thanks to him. And also, you know, I often think, and did I not do wrong, left from there? Perhaps, fate I had such, die in that apartment, and I escaped it. And now I pay it ... - What? - I was surprised. "If I stayed, my friend would undoubtedly died." But I would die in the normal world. In the world in which he was born and grew. He is not so bad, although in it sometimes there are misfortunes. Well, such a misfortune happened to me - this would not be a draw of the hile, everyone is written in the family. And now, I stayed alive, but in what world do I live? In the world where I have to be afraid every day, every second, where I'm scary to look for every turn, for each closed door. After all, now I know that for any of them there may be a burnt endless corridor, from which there is no exit ... ... and perhaps something more involved. xxxxxxx