There is sometimes children's fears sometimes - not only the game of the rapid imagination

. I have a friend Irina. Clenets-beauty, with a steel character and eternal bad luck in his personal life. But the last six months, after Irina divorced her husband and moved to her old apartment, the bad luck became rapidly. That the apartment of the neighbors from below is flooded, then she will have a wallet with all credit cards in a washing machine, then her five-year-old daughter will draw all the work documents with a marker or will show a new dress with scissors. Fine lazka, however, has denied his participation in hydration. All these nasty, according to Leska, did "Zyazy". Zyazy Bila mugs, plucked flowers on the window and Draz Wallpaper is not worse than the cat. "It's a horror of some kind," Irina complained, sitting in the dark kitchen, "the whole shell painted the toothpaste. Yes, it was still sideways on the windowsill at night sitting. Under the open window. In December, month! I woke up yesterday - sits, shouting - so she climbed into my bed, giggles - the hands-legs are ice-beams - to the warm stomach. I eat, of course. And anyway - who did? - Zyaze. Maybe I wonder from my husband? Here and carries it. I sympathized, I was sought, sighed, but I could not advise anything like a little. Is that to drive the lash to the children's psychologist. At this time in the hallway heard a roar. I looked at the clock - an hour of the night, and Irina drew her eyes without demonstratively: - Leska, are you doing again? Silence. We jumped into the hallway, it was empty. It was only seen that quite recently someone fled, and it seems, even jumped in a big box with a seedler, which Irina carefully kept that in the summer to apply in the country in some of his landing work. From the box to the Irina room there was a chain of small dirty traces. Irina turned on the light and measured - the room was also empty, the window is open open, and the tracks broke off on the windowsill. - Leska! - Spot the girlfriend not by their voice, and rushed into the hallway to dress. I also became bad - still the third floor, and I tried convulsively to figure out where to call - to ambulance or to the police? - Ma-A-am? - Leskin's voice heard, and she looked out - disheveled and sleepy from his bedroom. Irina dropped the coat and rushed to his daughter - feel and to zoke. I waved my hand and took a broom - to remove the mess. And alerted. Something was wrong. Not at all. Wet and dirty traces were first small, very small, as if there was no larger cat, and then turned into the likeness of human, only some curves of rampant and long fingers. Or maybe even with claws. - Irina! I called, and now we are still staring at the traces. - What is it? - Irina asked and tightly pressed the lace. We had some frozen and evil mixtures and there are a fractional foot football. I turned around and managed to notice something small in the dark corridor, - Leskoyy growth and see yellow glowing eyes. But this was quite enough. Leska roared. Irina Pila Valerian. I sat in the hallway in an embrace with an ennuclei coat and was afraid to go home. "I'll think about it," Irina said, "doping the next glass of Valerian," what exactly it triggered me with cold hands ... "She did not negotiate. This night Leska and Irina stayed with me. And the next too. And then Irina put an apartment for sale and lived for several months on the removable. "You know," she confessed somehow - I just remembered. When we are with the parents here, on this very apartment they lived, my sister, Tanka, she also spoke about Zoda. That she comes at night, sitting on the windowsill, it climbs into bed and does not breathe. Tatiana, Irinina Sister, died at the age of eight years, as it was thought - from diphtheria. The next apartment Irina bought already in my house, only the floor below. And, despite all friendly feelings, I now think, maybe in vain? Because there is no no, yes, I will hear a frown laughter, but the thickness of the little legs.