Red lights for the first time I saw the red lights of six years.

I remember myself at that age very vaguely, but my feelings were so strong with their form that the memory crashed forever into memory forever. I woke up at night with a full bladder, sat down on the bed to go to the toilet - and saw two red lights in the dark of the children's room. It was too dark to distinguish something concrete, but I immediately realized that there was a monster next to me, and it was his eyes. I could not even cry from fear, right there, the bullet climbed under the blanket and sat down there, shaking the whole body until it turned off. I know what you think - it just thought it seemed from the pastry and children's imagination. Yes, that's just I remember what was the next morning. The living room reigned a real mess. Someone at night turned around there all the chairs and flooded a new color TV with water, and the remote from the TV dropped out of the window. And I also turned the icon in the hallway and the mockeerant painted her mustache and a beard. I told my parents about red lights in my room. They listened to me, but that they thought about it, I never learned - it was still quite an imperishable. The monster returned when I was fourteen years old. Everything was, as in the repetition of a children's nightmare - again the dark night, again awakening with the goal of a trip to the toilet, again someone's red evil eyes are completely close from me. They were brighter than in childhood. But this time I was older and reacted otherwise, despite the cold sweat instantly covered me: I darted to the switch, the light burned down and circled the room with a wild look. I never saw anyone. I went around all the rooms, even looked into the bedroom of my parents and the junior brother's bedside - everything was calm everywhere. Then I returned to bed and lean to sleep with the light included. Images from childhood did not go from my head for a long time, having to sleep. And in the morning my brother disappeared. There was no open window, nor open doors. We lived on the sixth floor, it was nowhere to go. But, nevertheless, he disappeared ... evaporated. The police came, investigators were interrogated, and I talked about my vision. The investigator listened to me with a stone face and asked several clarifying questions, but I felt that he did not believe me, considering that I was invented by the memory because of the emotional shock. Vitu never found. This time my parents believed me. We changed housing, moving to the other end of the city, away from the damned apartment. The year after the disappearance of the brother was nightmarish, but we recovered from the blow and gradually returned to ordinary life. I graduated from school, entered the institute, found an evening work, I had a girl. But I never forgot about those red lights. I was still afraid of who they belonged to - was afraid that he would soon find our home. Saturday Winter At night at twenty-two years later I saw them again. My girl was left for me that day. I woke up with dry mouth (before bedtime, we both drank a little beer), carefully got up and went out into the corridor. And barely shouted into the voice, seeing red lights wandering along the corridor. Brighter than in previous times - two flaming fire. The monster was again in our apartment, he found us! I could not risk this time. Quickly woke up Lena and said that she needed to return home immediately. Called a taxi, put a perplexed girl in the car and sent it back. Then he climbed into the apartment, woke up his parents and told them about everything. We sat all night in the kitchen, drank tea and feared to move. Only when the dawn came, they went on the bedrooms - thank God, it was Sunday, and no one had to go anywhere. I woke up far after lunch. The apartment was unusually quiet. I dinner dinner yesterday's soup. Then, alarmed by the fact that mom and dad do not get up in any way, looked at their room. Nor father nor mother in the bedroom was not. They disappeared. Stayed after Vitka. Red lights took them. I did not call the police. I knew that they would not find them. Moreover, they will only worse, because they will suspect me. I was sitting at the table, drank vodka bought in the stall and cried a vanity, not knowing what to do. So cut off. I woke up almost at night. The apartment was dark - even an eye of a riddle. Steering, I came out the corridor and saw red lights there. But this time they did not scare me, but they were angry. "Return my parents," I said to lights. - Return the brother. Do everything as it was. I went forward, headed for the owner of these bloody eyes, until it hurts his forehead about a large mirror. Red lights hung right in front of my face. In my head, memories were filled. Well, of course. In my room in the old apartment there was a big mirror and, waking up, I could always see myself in reflection. In the new apartment in the bedroom there was no mirror - but it hung in the corridor. I am six years old. Evening. I want to watch a cartoon on TV, but dad is holding a different opinion. He takes the chair and the remote, sit down and switches the TV on the militants. Angry and deadly offended, I go to sleep. TV, chairs and the console of that night got full. At six years, I have not skilled as you should define the perpetrators of their suffering. I am fourteen. During dinner, I playfully looked around my hand, and he begins to cry the vnavrid, as if I had a stick with his stick. Father will answer me a poddle car, mother supports him. Running his head and set on the younger brother, I'm leaving in my room. Wit I strangled. Then he put a tiny body into his big hiking bag, took the keys, opened the door, went down and threw his brother into a stormy river near our house. And yesterday. I say, standing in the parents' room that I want to marry Lena. Mom and dad in horror. They say that this ugly and uneducated daughter of alcoholics do not even me. They watered Lena with mud, and I have to stand and listen to them. Finally, I do not stand. Holding the bubbling rage, I return to myself, I stretched straining with Lena waiting for me and apply her lips to a bottle with beer. In the morning I went to the bedroom of my father and mother, broken with their knife, then transferred the body to the bathroom. She spent a lot of time to dismember both the bodies, a change of sheets. But his business did. I am slowly blinking, standing in front of the mirror, and red lights are extinguished for a moment. But when I open my eyes, they flashed even brighter. I think about Lena. She knows that last night I was in the apartment. If it were not for her, I could prove to investigators, which spent the night elsewhere. There are good friends who will not give me in any situation. But Lena ... No, I can't trust her in such a matter. And she is an orphan. She has no close friends and friends. If it disappears, no one can link it with me. Without departing from the mirror, I take my mobile phone from my pocket and gaining a girl number. - Lena? Hey. Listen, and let me come after you? Yes, I understand, late, but the parents went to the cottage. You can have mercy all night - only you and me! In the morning I will forget everything. As usual. And the red lights in the mirror become brighter. They smile at me. ####