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I recently ran into a classmate I hadn't seen for thirty years. I noticed he looked absolutely terrible: haggard, thin, his eyes dull... We sat in a cafe, chatting about family and work. After a drink, he told me his story, the one that tormented him. He cried. He said, "I don't know what happened. I don't know how to live now." Here's his story. "My wife and I moved into a new apartment. I liked it—it was right in the center, with a kindergarten nearby, so our daughter, Nastenka, would have somewhere to go. She was two years old at the time. One day, my wife stayed overnight with a friend whose grandmother had died. So there I was, watching a TV show, while Nastenka slept in her room. It was two in the morning, and I was starting to nod off, when suddenly I heard a deafening cry."  I'd never heard my daughter cry like that, even though she's not a quiet child. I ran into her room in horror. She was in tears, so I scooped her up. I flipped th...

Until 1986, my family lived in a private sector. Our street was slated for demolition and the construction of an apartment building. We all expected to receive apartments in the building that was being completed nearby. We had a neighbor named Grandma Dusya, nicknamed "Centipede." Grandma Dusya had her eye on an apartment in the building under construction even before the housing was allocated and was getting the builders drunk so they would decorate "her" apartment better. Unbeknownst to her, they were drinking her wine and doing everything the same as in the other apartments. When the housing was allocated, "her" apartment was given to me, for which I was cursed by the centipede in every possible way, forever and ever. I didn't pay much attention to this and it took a long time before I realized I needed help. The houseplants in this apartment, even with proper care, were dying, and the animals were getting sick.  My beloved cat, whom we brought in t...

My mother used to have a friend, and I remember she would always come over and tell us her creepy stories. I was little then and was terrified of her stories, and my mother would always tell them five times... Basically, the phenomenon boiled down to the fact that her doorbell suddenly started ringing for some unknown reason. Everyone in the apartment heard it, so the theory that it was hallucinations (schizophrenia, delirium) is ruled out. The calls started in the evening, when it was still light—usually right after sunset. At first, the woman kept calling "who?" at the door for a long time, and when no one answered, she finally opened the door and went out onto the landing: everyone was home, there was no one to be afraid of, maybe they wouldn't kill her—the very flower of ordinary logic. Of course, there was no one on the landing. Absolutely no one. Then the calls started ringing in the middle of the night. They were faint. But no one went outside anymore; everyone kn...

This happened to me in 2006. I had just moved out of my parents' house—I wanted to live on my own, although no one was kicking me out or pressuring me in any way. I rented an apartment in the city center, tidied it up, and started living. About a week later, I had a dream: I woke up, opened the balcony, and felt someone staring at me. I turned around—an elderly woman standing behind me, wearing a knee-length white shirt. Her long gray hair was loose and standing on end in small strands in different directions, as if someone was holding it. In the next scene, I was chained by the leg, holding a broom, dusting the entire apartment, and this woman was laughing from the bathroom... I went up to her, asking her to let me go, and she laughed, holding some kind of stick. I woke up in a cold sweat, laughed, rolled over, and went back to sleep. And the dream continues—the same woman, the bathtub, the broom, but the water is now ankle-deep in the apartment. I'm already begging her to le...

. The silence is fading and rings in the ears as the grateping of the glass. After that case, a girlfriend is constantly sits with me in the evenings, while parents return from work; Friends accompanied me from school to the house; I am always surrounded by people, otherwise it begins to bold a trembling. The hysteria begins, and I leave it for a long time. This happened last summer. I, my secondary sister and a few young guys who had to her friends, walked around the pavement. The mood was excellent with everyone besides me. Lisa was constantly putting me fool in front of the boys, ridiculed, and they smiled, looking at me, apparently like an idiot. Lisa asked me about strange things, incomprehensible to me things, I did not answer, and she laughed loudly at me. She drank some kind of cocktail, and it apparently affected her behavior. One of the guys, Sasha, tried to constantly translate the topic of the conversation, but she said off him and continued her "attack." She was ...

The clock read 10:58 PM. Maria was getting nervous: the table was set, everything was set, and still no guests... The tipsy neighbors had been buzzing for a good hour, and Chinese fireworks were constantly exploding in the streets, but she was in no mood for fun. You see, it's just impossible to have fun alone. She dialed Marinka's number again and again: unreachable, unreachable. And who said they'd be here by ten o'clock? After Marinka, she dialed everyone else—also unreachable. Blaming it on the phone operators, Maria opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Before she could take a sip, the doorbell rang. Smiling happily, she opened the door for her guests. The usual cheerful noise and hubbub that characterizes the Russian New Year began. Masha was immediately presented with a huge, beautiful card, but they didn't let her read it. Everyone was already quite tipsy, except for the driver, Alexei. Marinka had already managed to get into a heated argument...

I live alone in a three-room apartment I inherited from my late grandmother. It's just an apartment, no suspicious noises, no one creeping down the hallway at night or reflected in the mirror behind me. When I moved in, the first thing I did was replace the old, rotten frames with double-glazed windows—the windows faced a busy highway, and the traffic noise was constant, day and night. So, there are three rooms in the apartment. I don't use the smallest one, the door to which is on the left side of the hallway. In the living room, I have a TV, a sofa, and bookshelves. From the living room, you can enter the third room—my bedroom. I specifically chose this room for my bedroom because it offers access to the balcony, which is very convenient for me, as I smoke. So, ever since I moved into this apartment, having a smoke around two in the morning was no longer a big deal—I'd crawl out of bed and, within moments, be inhaling nicotine, admiring the starry sky. That night, I felt...

One day after school, I decided to go and visit my girlfriend, as she was sick and couldn't make it to college. It was about 2:30. My house was across from hers, so she could always see me in the kitchen or on the balcony. I went to her place, sat down with tea, and talked for about three hours. Then I went into the bedroom to watch TV while she washed the dishes. Soon, she came into the bedroom and said that my father had already arrived home. This surprised me greatly, as my parents had gone to visit relatives and were expected to return very late. I went out onto her balcony and froze in astonishment: I saw my grandfather, who had died seven years ago, walking around my apartment. I stared at him, dumbfounded, and then my girlfriend screamed in horror, realizing what was going on. After calming her down, I started getting dressed—I wanted to know what was going on in my apartment. My girlfriend begged me not to go there until my parents returned, but I managed to convince her i...

It happened about six years ago. I had just gotten married. My husband and I moved into an apartment inherited from his grandmother. We did a major renovation (the workers tore down everything, even the concrete, and then refurbished it)—basically, it was clean and tidy. It was late autumn. I came home after work one day, taking off my shoes, and saw a fly sitting on the ceiling. And not a regular housefly, but a gray one with red eyes. I was surprised—it was cold outside, all the windows were closed, where could it have come from? So, I swatted it with a fly swatter. Ten minutes passed, I think. I was doing some housework. I passed the hallway and saw three flies already sitting on the ceiling. They were the same species, too. I was very surprised, but I killed them too. The strange thing was that they didn't even try to fly away; they just sat there, stuck to their seats.  And then it all started. I'd leave the hallway somewhere, come back—three flies, then five, then more an...

There's a lonely old lady living downstairs from my building. She has no one but her nephew, and that nephew lives in Moscow. He used to come visit her when she had money, but then it ran out, she transferred the apartment to him, and he disappeared completely. Soon after, her legs gave out. He always refuses my requests to come and help her. So, it turned out that she's being cared for by me and a social worker. It all started about four months ago. I go to see the old lady as usual, and she says to me: "Larisochka, put some pants on me." "Why? It's so hot in the house..." "I'm embarrassed in front of people, put them on." "What people? You're the only one here." "I went visiting today, and when I got to them, they were all lying on the same bed." "Who's lying there?!"  "Men and women, how shameful... And then there's my mother, she's become so terrible, she's changed so much..." ...

You've probably noticed at least once that your pets are staring at something in the air. For as long as I can remember, my own cats or those of my friends would often stare wide-eyed at invisible objects, sniff, or hiss. I never paid it much attention. About seven years ago, I got a calico cat named Masya. She was a dumpster fire, and she had a very nasty personality. When I saw her, I knew she was my cat. For a year, the same apartment was waiting for me when I came home: overturned flowers, torn wastepaper, a ransacked trash can... All my efforts were fruitless. The kitten also had some odd behavior. For example, while sitting in her favorite corner, she would purr affectionately, as if someone were petting her. She chased an invisible creature all over the apartment, and it felt like someone was playing fetch with her. Sometimes she'd arch her back and hiss at the darkness in the hallway, then dart off into the darkness with her characteristic battle cries. When Masya was ...

 For idiots, they even put a sign, where the red on the white brought "to swim is forbidden!" But when did you stop bans? We all went on this pond, and no signboards could hold me. And Mashkina are miserable objections - too. Did it really be in life in life to leave on vacation to your native village, I do not jump from Tarzanka to the middle of the pond? And I will not help do the same mask? Oh well! Our modest, with hair, forever raised on the back of the head in the rat tail, quietly tugged on babe, while I am fun blotched. It was useless to take it to weakly, and therefore I pressed the conscience and the joyful fact of the meeting of the old girlfriends. I would still - for the last time we saw her on the graduation. And here. She sat then-groaning in his red dress with a ridiculous long loop, which was sitting on her bony figure, like a cow saddle. He suffering from the fact that the first guy in the village and in the class of Leshka Hydvonkin, the entire evening was ...

During my student years, I lived with my parents in an apartment near the train station. My parents were from the countryside, and relatives of varying distances would periodically visit the city. One day, the son of a second cousin I'd only met once before (let's call him Kolya) arrived. He was my age (I was 20). He said he was moving to the city to earn money and didn't want a place to live, only asking if I could keep his things at our house for a couple of days until he brought the rest and sorted out his rented apartment. I agreed. My parents had just gone on vacation, so I simply left his things in a corner of the hallway—an inflatable mattress, a bag of clothes, and a pretty decent CRT monitor for the time. After putting his things down, Kolya went about his business, and I returned home that evening and went to bed. That night, I heard some strange rustling sounds in my sleep, but I wasn't alarmed—I thought the cat was scratching the couch again. In the morning...

I decided to share a story—not exactly scary, but rather strange and incomprehensible. I live in a three-room apartment. Lately, I've been noticing strange creaking and rustling sounds in the house, but no matter how hard I tried to find the source, I couldn't. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that it was a brownie. After reading online that in such cases, you should leave a saucer of milk and cookies on the kitchen counter overnight, I left the food on the counter. There were no rustling sounds that night, but the next day (the milk and cookies were still there), I woke up to the usual commotion in the kitchen. I decided to check what was going on. I turned on the kitchen light and was stunned: the milk was gone, and so were the cookies. I turned on the lights in all the rooms and stayed up until morning. A few days later, while recovering, I finally decided to see who or what was eating all this—curiosity got the better of me. So imagine this: a thirty-year-old man sits ...

It turned out I had to rent an apartment. The search didn't take long, fortunately, I had the money. It was a nice one-room apartment, no frills, but clean, close to the metro, the furniture wasn't particularly old, and the price was reasonable—not expensive, not cheap. The landlady lives across the street, so she'll keep an eye on the apartment if needed. She's not old and doesn't seem like a hysterical troublemaker. Overall, everything was pretty good. I moved in and literally the next day discovered the faucets were leaking. Both in the kitchen and the bathroom. I'm a smart cookie—I changed the seals, and it seemed to help. A week later, the kettle started leaking. The old Tefal kettle had cracked right at the bottom. Luckily, there wasn't much water, but some of it leaked onto the floor, which was linoleum. I was worried it would swell, but it seems to have worked out. About a month passed. I was working all day then. I only came home to eat, shower, and...

My story happened when I was 15, and at the time I was into magic and all sorts of fortune-telling, and I want to point out that I was quite good at it. So, my mother and I lived in a two-room apartment, and we'd been living there for a while, and nothing supernatural had ever happened there before. That day, my sister came to visit. I'd just printed out some photos and put them on the table in the living room, while my sister was sitting in the other room. I went into the kitchen for literally a couple of minutes, and when I came back, the photos were gone. Of course, I went to my sister and said, "Give them back, you little brat!" But she was just surprised and said, "I didn't take anything." I pestered her all day, but got nothing. I searched the entire apartment—they were gone, and that was it! That night, my sister and I went to bed. I have a big bed, so we slept together. I want to say that at the time I had a cat, and he was sleeping on a chair i...

 I don't get used to definitions, and I don't know which definition would come. Perhaps this was the original basis of our relationship with them. Housing first. Apartment in two rooms in a three-story house. In this house I lived up to 18 years old. How much I remember myself, a closet always stood in a small room. And here in this closet, apparently, and lived something. Something was quite harmless creature. As a child, he tried to scare me or someone from her favorite reception. You are sitting at home alone, let's say, in the evening, you are doing our own business, and suddenly you hear the click of the opened lock (the closet closed on the key, which was always shaking in a keyhole) and a long, shrill creak of the door opened. The home for this provocation was never amented to, simply, quietly swearing through the teeth, went and closed the closet back. But on the guests such an idea, especially for the first time, made an indelible impression. In addition to the gam...

It started on an ordinary evening, you could even say night. It was late (around one o'clock), and I was returning from work. I had to walk through courtyards, as my building was practically in the middle of nowhere. Now I understand that I shouldn't have bought an apartment so far from the city center, but I was short on funds. Walking through one of the courtyards, I saw someone's silhouette nearby. I should have just walked on by and not looked closely, but I started trying to make out who it was and slowed down. It seemed like the person was moving away from me: I walked and walked, but couldn't get any closer. Suddenly, I heard a low rumble, but I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. It felt like it was covering everything around me at once. Then the silhouette began moving menacingly quickly toward me. Only then did I feel a wild fear—I was literally rooted to the spot. There was no one around, but the silhouette kept getting closer... I was on the ver...

. You can even say - very bad. Of course, no one woke up the light either to dawn, and even more so no one forced him to wash it. It did not reach this. But still - the morning was outstanding just Gadsky. To begin with, his favorite "GMS" was broken on radio control, and even a couple of very strong kicks did not bring a vile toy into a sense. Pasha tried to loudly demand from the moron a new one, but his huge daddy was just wondered by his clint laugh and promised to pass me that today Santa Claus will tell him something that is something that has a broken typewriter Immediately forget. Pasha has only to mumble something about the long-awaited scooter, and retire to his room. There he was expected to be another blow - in the dark green water, the aquarium was floating up the stupid mutant. Pasha almost sharpened from grief and resentment. On such a day! He caught the acxolotl with a special saccmother, opened the window and threw a poor amphibian in a snowy garden. Together...

My house is located on the site of a cemetery. It's on the first floor. And right between the toilet and the bathroom in the hallway, I have graves—I even trip over them. Almost real. I already know my dead ones, because they're active, the bastards. Grandma, her son, and her daughter-in-law. Apparently, a family burial. In the morning, I wake up to the sound of an old woman coughing behind the wall of the next room. Grandma gets up, grunts, groans, and goes off to bang the dishes. She turns on the radio, and it always plays some cheerful Soviet songs. Or the news announcer, in a well-trained voice, tells the story of days long past. Then the young people wake up. They wash, eat, run off to work. Grandma washes the dishes, groans, and leaves. I go back to sleep.  At 11 a.m. she comes back, banging around in the kitchen, then silence falls. Until the next morning. And lately, she's been waking me up in the mornings. She bursts into the room, shakes my shoulder with an icy ha...