Give your heart - in one black-prepande city, a black-premature house was standing on the black-pretered street

. In this black-preterpicable house there was a black and preterient apartment. And there, in the black and preterpicable room there was a black-prematched coffin. And so the coffin cover opens, and there - the dead ... Give your heart !!! Katyuha was wildly shouted, grabbing the Verk for breast, and that flesh, selflessly screamed at ultrasound. We joined together. Our screams, I suppose, all the neighbors moved. I wiped a tear: Well, who did you think in the dark with horns indulge? We are infrequently going to such gatherings. We are Natasha, Katyukha, Zhenka, Verka and me. We know each other from the kindergarten. It was made to share a pot, and a shovel, and the last candy. True, in a more mature age with guys, this did not roll such, but we managed to carry our friendship through all the barrier reefs and melels. After school, it was afraid, she puffed out, broke down a little, shaking up with a young murderer with a painted curls. But at least occasionally gather and talk "for life", "for men" and "generally" is the holy. Today was Katyukh's turn to portray the hostess at home. We gathered in her apartment, watershed on the table "Martini", a couple of juice packages and a cake. Last time, we did not care about the snack, and the traditional gathering went pretty sad: I only had a little catfish in my house. And spinach. But a lot. No one is to blame for me that I was then a unloading day. So today we were fulfillment. And here in the most interesting place, that is, on cutting a masterpiece of confectionery thought, electricity has grown. If someone thought that a panic began - it was not there. A pair of gel candles in faceted glasses, and - Voila! - Intimate twilight and evening memories. How did we come to life to start to share your favorite children's horror lips? Who knows, what the thoughts of drunk women are roaming, before going out into the light. - And I, and I! - stuck gamnka. - And I know the story about the red hand! We shook. - In the same house on the wall of the kitchen there was a red spot, - Zagudenel Zhenzova by a nobility voice. "And so somehow dad went to the kitchen, and from the spot the voice of this:" I want blood, I want blood, I want blood! ". Dad was surprised and went up to see, and from the stain the hand red jumped out and dragged him. I have already thrown out on the shoulder at the Verka. The net unaware naiveness of the stories was not in childish. - The next day mom came to the kitchen. And from the stain again: "I want blood, I want blood, I want blood!". And my mother also dragged. The grandmother disappeared the next night, and then grandfather. And then the daughter of the driver came into the kitchen ... then we roasted. Not paying attention to us, the Verka lowered the voice to a mysterious whisper whisper: - And again, a voice rang out of the spot: "I want blood, I want blood, I want blood!". The girl came to the wall and ... - ... showed the stain of Cukish: "Do you want to kefirchik?" - picked up Natasha. - Well, that story spoiled, "Zhenka inflated, waving his hand to our zealous company. - Now and tell! "And I only know the story about rats in the sewage", "Natasha sees out of the glass and reached for a cake. - once heard mom told someone. I was still small. Under the ground, hundreds of thousands of rats live in the system of sewerage. So, when they are frowning too much and there is not enough food on everyone, they make their way through the pipes and attack people when those sit in the toilet. And the person is fed to the person, not leaving no bones or a drop of blood ... In the dark, someone nervously crushed: - That's Fu! "This is a fu, and then I was afraid to go to the toilet one to the toilet," Natasha took a mobile phone and turned on the screen. - I will go, I will give a room for girls. She, stalking, wandered toward the bathroom, stuck on the corners and quietly though. I entered. The oscillating flame of decorative candles barely illuminated the table, leaving the surrounding in the pitch darkness. Liquid light of the lantern tried to break through the curtains, but chah somewhere near the windowsill. - We often have a transformer cut down. The whole street without light remains, and they cannot do everything normally, it looks like, Katyukh also became slightly uncomfortable. - By the morning they will fix. - Do you remember the story about a girl with pink teeth? - Verka pressed to me. - And then! - with a stuffed mouth confirmed Zhenka. - Well your favorite. "Yes, aa," Verka dreamed. - there was one family: dad, mom, daughter and newborn son. The sister could not bear the brother, because I thought that my parents completely stopped love her after his birth. And the brother fell ill. He became slender and pale, and no medicine helped. And once, everyone woke up, but it is not. They declared the police, were looking for a long time, and then they found the bones of the boy buried under the balcony. Everything around crying and only a girl smiled. And her teeth were pink ... I picked up: - Something Natask is not long ... Everyone has moved immediately. - Well, in, from, - Sang Katyukha. "I also want, and she now sat down for an hour." Nataaash! .. She rushed out of the room, sneaking stools. We, Pake, listened to how the hostess at home slides on the bathroom door. Natasha did not respond. Here is the infection! "Let's go, we will help you," I scorn, takes on the candle. - Maybe she fell asleep. And in a flower pot somehow I do not want ... - I have no flower pots, "the tantling Katyuk clarified. "Especially," I said Items and jerked behind the handle. - Natasha, come out, I will still forgive! The girls took place, the crochet did not stand the pressure of fresh strength and the door opened. We repaired, melting air. She lay on the tile floor, and rats were crawling out, cleverly grabbing the skin with curls. Silent peak fill in a small bathroom space. The animals were methodically dug into teeth in warm flesh, not paying attention to the audience. The body of Nataski was still convulsively, while pulling the last residues of life along with blood, bulling in a precipitated throat. One of the rats jumped her face, with a smashed lip and nose, and dug into the glazed eyes. And here Zhenya sneaked. She squealed desperately and piercingly, retreating to the wall, without taking a glance from the blood puddles, slowly spreading out of the body, which was now a solid mechanical gray mass. Suddenly, the rats stopped digging, raised their heads and stared at us. In hundreds of small red eyes, a trembling flame candle was reflected. Zhenka shrusted into the wall, waiting for a twilight bathroom. Suddenly, there was a hoarse uterine bass behind her: - I want blood ... she froze. A hand got out of the wall, grabbed Zhenka for the neck, squeezed, with a crunch, breaking the vertebrae and, with a grinding and a chavitation of the frightened flesh, pulled inside, not leaving the trace. I shouted. The candle fell out of my weakened fingers. We ran, without disassembled the roads, in the pitch darkness, bumping into the walls, furniture and each other. There was not a single thought in his head, Panic fought in every cell of the body, forcing it in search of the exit, sneaking corners and knees. And wherever I was, behind the hopefully hoisted: - I want blood! .. I crashed into someone's back. Katyuha screamed. Right under his side sobbed the Verka. We were shaking. "Now, now," Katyukha suffocated. Clickped the castle, and it smells of cold on us. The hair stirred on the back of the back. The legs pulled dampness, the smell of mold and rotting struck the nostrils. We froze. I scratched my pocket with strange fingers, trying to pull the phone. A trembling hand sent a burning screen toward exit. Slipping flicker snatched a staircase from the darkness, which the black emptiness obscured, which whispered: - Give your heart ... Katyukha slammed the front door and, breathing heavily, leaning her back to her. A crunch rang out: a black hand got out of her breast, compressing the fluttering lolly lump. Katyukha hung, striking darkness and, having fun, stared at his own heart, crumpled and crushed. She fought like a butterfly enhancing to the cardboard, rustling on the door on the door in search of support. And then subsided. Probably, the police called neighbors, whom the noise disturbed among the nights. We found in the closet. We sat down with the Verka, clogging into the angle, semi-limits from the experience of horror. We did not believe. Not a single word. The investigator skeptically looked at two semillion, torn, scratched women who clung to the curved fingers clung to him and carried that unfortunate nonsense. Natasha and Zhenka did not find. And Katyukh had no hole in his chest. Most likely, the investigator said, turning over the papers, death came as a result of a heart attack. We still broke something, wiping snot, but a tired proposal to send us to a psychiatric examination and test for the drug content, quickly led us to feeling, and we left. Do not claiming, dragged to my house. Sleepless night, and then and the whole day spent in the police, in the morgue in identification and again in the department, turned us to an extreme extent. We sat in the kitchen. Outside the window was the felt. "I'll die too," Verka reported everyday, stirring tea. "We'll die," I'm tiredly chewed a tasteless sandwich. " "I die tonight today," she looked at her hands carefully. - My story remained. - Do not say nonsense, - no longer had the strength. - I went to bed, I my bed on the sofa. "You just don't turn the light," she mumbled sleepily when I podlodlila the bedspread. Well, of course. I shrugged. I do not know how to sleep when light. Savings again. Quietly clicked the switch. In the dark heard smooth verbino approval. When I got up in the morning, it was no longer. She left behind a crumpled bedspread and a routine t-shirt. I was even glad that it was not necessary to build a strong woman from myself a strong woman, soothe and stroke the head. In general, in general, everything seems other and the surrounding reality ceases to put pressure on the brains. Suddenly Katyuha really died from a heart attack, and now Nataska will call me and tell me that they got angry with Zhenya again and could not come yesterday? And everything will be drunk nonsense. Or emissions of marsh gas. Or maybe I just got sick, like, at the university, when they decided that they had slept with Batman ... I took a shower, cleaned my teeth, wiped the mirror with a towel and smiled at my reflection. Then he closed. Opened. She poured himself. Nothing has changed: my teeth pleased with the eyes with a glamorous pink tint. I love pink. Since childhood. A good horror service does not have a Happy End. And you can always count on the continuation. I smiled even wider, turned around and, Murlychantly about myself the next fashionable motcher, went to dress. 🌺