My head hurts

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It happened in 2005, when I was 14. My parents went to Moscow for a week and left me with family friends, Margarita and Vladimir. They lived outside the city, and I really enjoyed it. Two days passed normally, but on the evening of the third day (or rather, the night), something strange began. I couldn't sleep for a long time and lay there with my eyes closed. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and went out onto the balcony to smoke. The door was left open, and suddenly I heard a child's voice behind me:

"My head hurts, my head hurts, my head hurts..."

In surprise, I dropped my cigarette, and when I realized it was just me and Rita in the house (Uncle Vova was at work, and they didn't have children), a shiver ran down my spine. I was afraid to turn around for a long time, and when I finally did, no one was in the room. Taking a few tentative steps toward the bed, I heard it again:

"My head hurts..."

The voice came from right behind me. I don't remember what happened next, but I woke up on that damn balcony. I didn't say anything to Rita, but I asked to go to another room.

What that was, I don't know, and I don't want to know. It's scary to think about.

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