My housing it happened that I live my whole life side by side with a variety of entities.

 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 games with the cabinet in the essence there was another entertainment - to include the light at night. Not in the rooms, but in the corridor and in the bathroom. You wake up for yourself at night, you go to the side of the toilet, reach the corridor, you start lifting your hand to crack the switch, and the light of the BAT - and already turned on. True, it did not know how to turn off the light, and I had to do everything yourself. Sometimes the light turned on and without one of the presence in the hallway or in the bathroom, but it seems because it was afraid of darkness. Housing second. A private house with a living area in Polkilometer, where all our family finally got the opportunity to spare on separate rooms. The house was built extremely unsuccessfully, in line with the river left under the ground. We found out this minor detail already in the spring when we flooded the basement. They moved in winter, and a couple of days after moving for two weeks, I dreamed of the same dream. In this dream, a uncle was sitting with me on the bank of the river and told that he was a criminal and his in this rope itself in time immemorial. I warned that in no case can you drink local water. In any form, filtered, boiled - it is impossible. It will be bad. I told this story myself, but no one became listening to me, of course. Too well, my homework knew what dreams I would dream. I bought water in the store ... until all together at one moment were firmly poisoned. Since then, the water has become brought from the city. More this was not repeated. I didn't dream anymore. Accommodation is the third. The third apartment of the mother in the usual five-story building. This apartment lives something size or with a small dog, or a big cat. Dark gray and fluffy. Most of all loves the mess and, for some reason, my last stepfather. If the apartment remains a garbage bucket at the apartment for the night, the destruction will be smoothly distributed over all horizontal surfaces of the kitchen. Loves TV. Especially at night and for some reason on full volume. At night o'clock, the attraction begins - guess where the console is to cut out this disgrace, or you have to move the furniture and follow the outlet. Because it is not long before the dump - it will not calm down. The stepfather terates quite purposefully, inflates or moves the curtains, causes empty packages to fly through the air. Overall - having fun as he wants. In my first night there was no sleep. Hung over the ears. It calmed down only after the promise that or it behaves like a good essence, and in the morning I will bring him honey and cookie, or continues to pull, and I traveled it in the morning. Before my departure, it did not touch me. Housing fourth. Flat wife. Here I seem to take me for the invader and decided to scare. Local essence looked like a small black cloud. Favorite entertainment - become darker of surrounding darkness and rolling out or in the head, or to the feet. When it rushed to the legs, sometimes confused with a cat. When he was in his head, caused reflex to avoid. Funny and not dangerous. Just sometimes annoyed. He loved to ring with glasses and, judging by the sounds, play with fears and glasses. Sometimes hid items. Since the room was alone, often had to go in the dark when the wife sleeps. You go to the kitchen about tea to do, and then it is clouding on the floor, rustles myself somewhere in your cloud affairs. Gradually ceased to pay attention to him. Housing fifth. Also an ordinary five-story store. Here is the situation more serious. This essence in the form of a male meter silhouette is two, maybe a little more thanks. Spoils equipment. It does not like almost all the electronics, and indeed mechanisms are more complicated by the meat grinder. I sin on what exactly because of it in the apartment too often you have to change the bulbs. Entertained in different ways. Sometimes just sitting on the chair. You go by myself past a small room, and there is a brother's wife's brother, reach, let's say, the kitchen and remember that he left still dumbered. It seems like. Rysny back, look into the room. Well, yes ... left. Only cats on his bed are crushed with glomers in artistic disarray. In general, I had the feeling that this entity was somehow tied to one wall of the apartment, as it appears either in a small room, or in the kitchen, or on the road to the bathroom / toilet. It happens that you stand in the kitchen, this silhouette passes and claps the door to the toilet. Think again on someone from home. And there are no at home. And the light is turned off ... Croke, but harmless. Scary only one at night in the kitchen to sit. For a while quietly, and then at one moment the feeling that the ice palm was pressed between the blades, cold, already goosebumps. In general, a strange feeling, if there is a back to this wall. Unpleasant.