Horse in the coat

 This story happened to me two years ago. I decided to separate from my parents and he finally, his life. Found a good job and, with his first salary, removed the apartment in a residential area. It was great happiness! My apartment is my territory where you can do anything. I was very lucky with housing: fresh repair, good furniture, Internet, even dishes - and that was in stock to the last fork. But the most pleasant thing is, of course, the price. She was incredibly low. When we met with the hostess, I washed to ask why she dresses such a treasure for a penny. But I did not do this in order not to sigh of my happiness. In general, the hostess was a very cute woman. She sentenced everything: - If you still need something, you just say, I will do everything. I think I ask, then I am the piano in the middle of the room, she would have brought him. In short, not life, but a fairy tale. Once in the evening, I dressed at the computer was late. I felt the legs, I decided to warm up and at the same time to cook tea. I went to the kitchen, the tea brewed, I drank some time on the room, immersed in my thoughts, and found myself at the window. From the thoughtfulness, a lonely figure of a man was brought down under the window. He stood in the midst of a deserted yard, crushed her head up. I did not give this value and returned for the computer. I promoted another hour and decided that it was time to go to bed. Turned off the computer, delivered a glass into the kitchen. Finally, I looked out again in the window. The man stood in the same place and everything also looked at the house. Time was about three hours at night. "Strange, I thought," I kind of decently dressed, I don't look like a psychic or drunk ... Why is it sticking under the windows for an hour? Maybe this is a jealous husband who watches his wife? Maybe ... What is the case, in the end? ". And I went to bed with a relaxed soul. The next day at work was difficult. We had a serious breath, and they needed all our strength to fulfill everything, as needed. I returned home later than usual, tired and broken. He took a shower and decided to go to bed without unnecessary ceremonies. During the preparations to sleep, yesterday's man came to mind. I walked over to the window and looked down. The man was also standing and looked at the windows. "Probably, this is a very, very jealous husband," I calmed myself. But it did not work out to calm down. On the soul, from the view of his lonely figure was not in itself. I lay in bed, drivening out unpleasant thoughts and, in the end, the fatigue took His. Returning the next day from work, I gave myself a word not to look out the window. I felt that if I see the figure again, I could not sleep. Catching up everyday affairs, I caught myself on what I do everything mechanically, and myself continuously think about the man. Here I could not stand and jumped to the window. He was still there! "We must consider it in more detail," I thought, "and find out where he looks so closely?" The fact is that I suffer with light myopia. In everyday life, I wonder without glasses, although they always poucher in a handbag. And so the case was presented to use them. What I saw through glasses glasses did not like it at all. In all his figure there was something terrible. High, thin, with a pale narrow face, he stood absolutely motionless. The floors of his black coat sometimes moved to the wind. All of it source some kind of a mute threat, not touuffing anything good. And, most unpleasant, he looked at my windows! Continuously, inexperienced, with some nightmarish confidence and, it seems, not even blinking. His look was tenacious, cold, hypnotizing. It seemed that you were looking into the empty ordraw of our own death. Cold fingers of fear squeezed my throat, the heart flewed in his chest. I do not know how much I stood so, looking at him. From the stupor, I turned me a mobile signal. I came SMS. I screamed from surprise and went to the table, took the phone. I looked at the screen for a long time, I won't think anything, and when I realized, I did not stop my heart. I was sent a lot, the sender number was absent. Most absent! Neither the numbers nor the stool are nothing, the empty place on the screen. This could not be! Little to me this idiot under the windows, so also telephone draws! I tried to convince myself that someone brutally played me. It went bad. I didn't think about this man from the street and could not calm down. He or maniac, or psych. Or maybe he's not a man at all? Does a person can look like that? I made myself climb and take a pill of calming down. Turning off the phone, I lay down in bed and closed my eyes. I naturally did not sleep. I felt almost skin there below. I "saw" his glance directed to my window. Mountal thoughts climbed into the head. I lay in the dark for a few hours, fearing to move, and only for dawn still fell into a hard dream. I woke up closer to dinner. The first thing got up and looked out the window. Sun, children on the playground, a woman comes into the entrance with shopping. Everything is as always. There is no trace of this type. I calmed down a little and went to the kitchen, cook coffee. Turning on the mobile phone, I found seven missed calls from my boss. I called back, did any nonsense, I said and said that I would soon. An hour later, I, as promised, was on a fighting post. The work went out of the hands badly, focused in any way. The boss, gently I say, crushed me for late, which also hurt my performance. By the end of the working day, Nastya, an employee and a good friend approached me, and asked what happened. - Oh, Asya, I do not even know what to tell you. You will not believe me and you will find me abnormal. - Tanyuha, I see - you yourself are not your own. Let's go to some cafe after work. Sit, let's drink, and you will tell me everything calmly. My story fit into two mojito glasses. I told ICQ all, including our doubts in the "humanity" of this person. She listened to me without interrupting, sometimes asking questions. The facial expression was becoming more thoughtful and disturbing. When I graduated, she said: "That is the ghost or a new one from another world, I doubt." You know, I do not believe in such things. There is no direct evidence, and SMS any hacker could write. But the fact that this type can be dangerous is very likely. Suddenly he is some serial killer. If he appears once again - call the police, let them understand him. - Asya, if you saw him, this look ... This is some kind of horror. I stood like under hypnosis, could not break away. I never had so scary. - I can imagine. I would also be afraid. - I'm afraid even go home. "If you want, I spend you." Tomorrow is a day off, you can return home back. We sat still, ordered a cocktail. Asya, as she could, distracted me, told funny stories, and my fears gradually moved to the background. I refused to accompany it. At ten in the evening I stood at my heading in the light of the departure taxi headlights. There was a strange and pleasant extension on the soul. I won the deserted courtyard. I noticed that I am in meters in ten from the place where this type appears in black. Once a strange impulse obeying, I passed these few meters, stopped and looked at my windows. Outwardly, they did not differ from the rest. Only by me we had a strange feeling that I am waiting for someone's appearance in this window, I want to see a silhouette in a black emptiness. For my back, a measuring tapping, similar to the cloak of horsepie hoofs. From fear, I even stopped breathing. I had the desire to turn around, but I did not do this, rushed to the door of the entrance. The bullet took off the bullet onto his floor and put the key into the keyhole into the keyfield. Once in his apartment, closed on all the locks and only then calmed down a little. Going to the window, I carefully looked down. And she was not even surprised to see a familiar dark figure. I turned away, asslaved on the floor and burst out. I was scared and lonely. I cried and cried while I did not come sms ... grabbing a mobile phone, I launched it into the wall. And then there was a call on the door. Horror covered me with his head. Called again. If it is he, I'll just call the police. On the strange legs, I slowly approached the door and looked into the eyes. He stood behind the door and looked at me focus on his black eyes. We were shared by the steel door, but then it seemed to me with paper. He somehow strange, a birds tilted his head on his side, without looking away from me. I screamed and bounced off the door. I was not the oddity of his movement, but the realization that this movement is still possible. There was a strong blow to the door. - Yes, who are you, your mother !!! - I buried. On the other side of the door there was a sound, resembling a horse rushing, only low, uterine, bubblery ... I woke up on the floor when the sun was shining. Apparently, my consciousness could not stand and still left me. The body was shaking with a shallow shock, the head was sick just awful. That this is not a person, I no longer doubted. Why does he terrorize me? What does he need? Maybe I just missed, and I have hallucinations? I started looking for a mobile phone to call a friend, hear a human voice, but I found only wreckage at the wall. Feeling that I can't carry longerness, I got dressed and gathered to get out of the apartment. Standing at the door, looked into the eyes. No one. I shake a little, I opened the door and went to the platform. Everything was calm and habitually, except for my door - she had seriously changed. She had black spots. To the touch, they were rough, like rust, only black. Suddenly I heard the sound of the right, shuddered and immediately calmed down. The door of the neighboring apartment opened, and my neighbor Lidia Mikhailovna came out of it. - Hello, Tanya! - Hello. - What are you so pale? Sick or what happened? - No, everything is fine. Lydia Mikhailovna, Did you see anyone in the entrance yesterday? - No, I have not seen. What is? - Nothing, it is me. Buligans door smeared something. - Oh, you look, what bastards! This ring, probably, from twenty-fifth with his friends. They last time Natasha from the fourth floor rat hello put in the door. Do not worry, here I will see him, I will hurt him ears. Torzing this! "I'll go, Lidia Mikhailovna, I have time." Goodbye. - Goodbye, Tanya. I decided to go to ICQ and tell her all. She doesn't believe in all this nonsense, maybe she will explain all this to me? Or prove that I need to get to it. ICQ lived in the city center. I got to her pretty quickly, there were no traffic jams at that time. Not to convey words as I was glad to be in the crowd of people who had been annoyed before. The girlfriend opened me the door back in pajamas, it was clear that she just got up. - Tan, what are you? Is everything ok? - Asenka, I almost died this night. - Come in, tell everything over a cup of coffee. After my story, Asya looked very concerned. It was clear that what was happening with me was seriously disturbed. - And you did not cause the police? - Yes, I fainted! Even if she would not have slammed - could not, the phone is divided. - In vain you are so. No connection can not be left. - I was hysterical, I generally realized. - Maybe you just just? - I feel sorry for an apartment, this option is good. Where else will I find this? - Then let me spend this night. Catch the bastard with political. Consider cops - and will be teddy. And no mysticism. In the evening we sat in my kitchen and squeezed beer. With the onset of darkness, I was not in my own. Asya felt very confident, and tried to distract me with a conversation. I rarely answered her and often lost the thread of the conversation. - ... This dude eye stained - realized, it means that it happened to him, and a bullet from the club. Even a mobile phone left his praise. We rusted ... Tan! Tanya! Do you listen to me at all? - Yes, cool, probably it was. I listen to me, I do not like somehow. It seems to me that he is there, downstairs again and looks. We approached the window and looked down. Do I need to say whom we saw there? - That's ... b! Tanyuha, you were right. Skutko somehow ... What is this pepper? "Asya turned pale and looked frightened." - I said that this is not just a man. There is something abnormal in it. - Quiet, not a panic. Now we will understand it with this. Here is the hell! - What is? - Nets not. What kind of nonsense? So wait. Emergency calls must and without signal work, right? Now ... damn! - What? - Silence. Nothing at all. Mobile as dead. Maybe to the neighbors? - I will not leave the apartment! What you want to do with me, but I will not go anywhere and I do not advise you. He stood under the door yesterday, I was enough! - Okay, what else ... Suddenly we were in the dark. The light that burned in the kitchen, went out. The light of the moon made his way into the window, which made the darkness soft, but no less terrible. We stood with Ase, without moving, and looked at each other. Her eyes became almost round of fear. Then we looked out the window. At the bottom there was no one. He disappeared. - Maybe he left? - whispered asya. "It seems to me that he is somewhere here." Turning off the light of his hand. - Maybe the accident is what .. how could he? He stood here? The phone in the hands of Asi jumped. - SMS came, - a friend said in surprise. - Do not read, asya, do not, it's he! - Strange, some numbers ... eight six one zero six two nine nine four seven ... - I do not need, I ask you! - What is the number? Who is so pinning? Something I do not see the number, an empty field. - Asya, turn off the phone! - Some hackers, they are not capable. Suddenly the doorbell rang. - Who is it? Asked Asya. - Quiet, silent. Another call. Then else. I detained my breath, it seemed to me that I breathe very loudly. Asya grabbed my hand and squeezed hard. There was a rumble - someone knocked on the door. - Tanya! Танюш! Are you awake? This is Lydia Mikhailovna. The light turned off, and I have a single candle. Do you have? - This is your neighbor, open the door. - I do not want, asya, I will not open. - Not a single candle, everything searched. I forget to buy everything. Танюша! The knock repeated. Girlfriend went to the door. I was afraid that she would still open, and went beyond her. - Asya, do not dare open, get away from the door! - What will she sit in the dark? - Let him sit, she will not die from it. I still have no candles. "Tanya, it's me Lydia Mikha ... then the voice of my neighbor was interrupted. Silence has come. We froze and listened, but there was no single sound outside the door. This went for a few minutes. - Where is she going? - Al Alsya asked almost silently. - I do not know. But she did not return to the apartment, we would hear. - Then what? Call. It seemed to me that my heart missed several blows in a row. I heard the frequent breath of Asi, it seemed to me that it would give us. As in the dream I took the hand by hand and took away from the door. "This is me, Lidia Mikhailovna," he ran out behind the door. But this voice did not belong to my neighbor. The voice was some mechanical, consisting of a multitude of votes. Following the call, there was a strong blow to the door. From my throat, Schlip broke out, and I immediately climbed his mouth with his hands. Asya hugged me over his shoulders, and we backed into the bathroom. Her eyes kept out of the door, and several tears crawled on the cheeks. - This is me, Lydia! .. We went into the bathroom and closed the door to the castle. I sat on the floor and listened, asya almost silently cried. - This is me !!!! - Over the door, which was immediately hit by a series of terrible blows. Here I lost consciousness again. I woke up in the bathroom, lying on a cold tile. Through the open door penetrated the light. I rose and went to the kitchen. Outside the window was light. In the room sat on the bed asya, clasping her knees with his hands. "Asya ... She shuddered and looked at me, her gaze was somehow meaningless." - What was it? - she uttered with a handful voice. - I do not know. - You need to take away from here. Urgently! - Asya, calm down, please. - It fell on the door almost until dawn. I almost died from fear there, in the bathroom. You turned off, I tried to bring you into a sense, but you were lying down and lay. I thought you would not wake up. What is it, Tanya, what? - Asya, calm, all behind. Today I will move to my parents. After some time, Asya went home, and I began to collect things. It took only the most necessary. I wanted to get out of here soon, the rest of the things I wanted to pick up later when I arrive here with my father or brother. I shifted a travel bag over the shoulder and, by taking courage, opened the door. On the site everything was fine. But on my door, except for black spots, there were also non-shy dents, as if she was tagged with something heavy. It was a very good steel door that saved us with ICQ life this night. I looked at the Lydia Mikhailovna's door, and unexpectedly pressed the call button. To my great surprise, the neighbor instantly opened the door, as if it was standing and waiting for me when I call. She looked at some unhealthy, slimming, with dark circles under the eyes and shaking hands. - Hello. I say goodbye, go. - Yes, yes, yes. It is clear. Well, it was nice to deal with such a neighbor as you. All of you are good, take care of yourself. - Thank you. Lydia Mikhailovna, happened that? - I asked carefully, there are no faces on you. "There are no faces ..." She somehow confirmed sadly. Suddenly her eyes swung open, the pupils narrowed to the point, a terrible smile bloomed on his face, and she looked hysterically. - No, you say? Ha ha ha! Yes, there is no face! No, you see. Ha ha ha. Persons ... I backed back. The spectacle was terrible: she was shaking his head, from the lips of the rippled saliva and this laughter ... - No, but who needs it? Ha ha ha! No, U-y ... With these words, she began to scratch his cheeks, flowed blood. I rushed to run down the stairs. Her shouts pursued me until the exit. - No face! Ha ha ... who needs? Who wants to have a face? Ha ha ha ... Well, who wants, who? ... Only he wants ... UNO He really needs ... face! Two days later, the owner of the apartment called me. - Tanya, hello! This is Natalia Ivanovna. Do you get your things when you take? "Natalia Ivanovna, I probably will not pick up, leave myself." Excuse me, of course, for the urgent congress, circumstances ... - nothing, nothing. Everything is fine. I have already found a new apartment. So everything is in order. By the way, do you know that Lydia Mikhailovna died? - Yes, you! God, what a nightmare! - Yes, hanged two days ago. And before that, all the body itself scratched the nails. Poor, something happened to her head. Such a good woman was sorry for her. - What do they say? Who was her last alive saw? - Yes, who, who, horse in the coat, you know ... Here I turned off the phone. No, I do not know anything. I do not know and I don't want to know anymore.