A dangerous hobby

I live with my wife and child in the glorious city of Chita. Until recently, I had an unusual hobby – black magic. Everyone probably dabbled in such nonsense at least once in their childhood, but I, being a particularly stubborn person, went beyond childish games. I seriously studied occult teachings, at one point removing curses and casting spells for love and luck... If you don't believe me, that's your right, but I succeeded. I was proud of myself. But when my child was born, I decided to give up this dangerous hobby and threw out everything related to the occult from the house. That's when it all began...

At night, my wife and I began hearing footsteps and slaps on the linoleum. Then, our child began constantly looking off into the corners of the rooms and giggling. And then something truly terrifying happened: one evening, as I approached the mirror to comb my hair, I heard a voice next to me that sounded like Chinese. At the same time, the mirror's doors began moving like crazy—banging and rattling until they finally came off their hinges. I was simply stunned.

The next time my child was bathing, something invisible was forcefully pulled under the bathtub. He wasn't scared, he just laughed.

The most interesting thing is what I learned later. It turns out that a Chinese construction worker was strangled in the bathroom of my apartment while the house was being built!

I don't know if the ghostly appearance is connected to my hobby. But neither before nor during my occult "experiments," nothing unusual happened in the apartment.