Horrible nights

It happened relatively recently. I was sleeping and suddenly woke up abruptly to the sound of someone sobbing uncontrollably in our apartment. The crying sounded more like a child's, although there hadn't been any babies in our house for ages. I sat up and leaned my head against the wall. I sat there for about ten minutes, silently listening to this wild crying, afraid to look who or what was there. And then the door opened. I was about to scream, but in time I managed to spot my mother in the darkness:

"Yul, why are you sobbing? Did something happen? Or does something hurt?"

"It wasn't me. Mom, can you hear it too?"

She came into my room and sat on the bed:

"I thought it was you, that's why I came to talk to you..."

We sat together in silence for a long time, listening to the now barely audible sobbing.

 The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I realized I was having a hard time breathing, as if someone heavy were sitting on my chest. I grabbed my neck and tried to get up. When I did, I felt dizzy and collapsed on the bed. Then I heard a loud crash in the kitchen. Grasping my bearings, I ran to the kitchen. Mom was already there, looking in horror at the broken dishes.

We cleaned up, sat down on the sofa, and Mom said:

"Today I'll take some holy water and sprinkle it all over the apartment."

All day I walked around the apartment, apprehensive about something falling on my head. That evening, Mom and I did what we had planned, and after saying a prayer, we went to our rooms.

For the first three days, everything was fine—I thought it was all over. No way... Left home alone again, I sat at the computer (I have a computer chair that swivels on its axis) and went into the kitchen. As I turned into the hallway, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye—the chair was spinning wildly on its axis. Seriously frightened, I ran to my neighbor's. She's an elderly woman, a devout believer. After listening to me, she said:

"You know what, you go to your room for now, and I'll drop by tonight when your mother comes home."

Agreeing, I returned to the apartment. Standing by my front door, I nervously bit my lip, afraid to go in and see something terrible. Mustering up my strength, I opened the door and walked in. Thank God, nothing else like that happened that day until evening.

As soon as my mother arrived, there was a knock on the door. It was that same old woman. After listening to our complaints, the old woman walked around every corner of the house, reciting some kind of prayer. Having finished her task, she prepared to leave and said one last time:

"Today, evil will gather for the last time..."

"What evil?" Mom asked.

Without answering the question, Grandma continued:

"Therefore, you need to lie down in one room and close all the windows and doors."

After these words, she left.

Mom and I went to bed with the lamp on. The night was stormy—all sorts of strange noises in the living room, banging noises, the same crying. In the morning, everything returned to normal.

Nothing has happened since then. I hope all this is over forever.