Night meeting is my story.

 I haven't told her few people, simply because in my surrounding there are no those people who would listen to her with all the details that are certainly necessary. It happened almost two and a half years ago, in October 2012. That year I graduated from the institute and found that I was already too big in order to live with my parents. My choice, like the choice of many of these young people, stopped on a cheap removable apartment. The first thing is really my place of residence. At that time it was no matter what there is and what is not - it was a one-room, but quite a decent apartment, the main space in which occupied a room with a high, very high ceiling - in order to change the light bulb, I had to put a stool on the table, otherwise I could not reach it. Rent an apartment cost surprisingly cheap, but I wrote off this on the decency of her owners - neither washing machine, nor bath (shower room lined with a cafeter), tiny kitchenette. In a word, only all the most necessary for life. I did not scare money - I washed my simple belongings in the sink and hanging dry in the kitchen. At first I was so absorbed in my own independent life that I did not notice anything around myself. Almost nothing. I went very early, and came late, sometimes I did not even spend the night in my apartment. But it lasted not so long - just a week. Then it began strange. I became harder to fall asleep. As if exhausted, I was, I could not sleep. I was stayed at the company's laptop or e-book at the table or in bed, and I was increasingly attended to attend a feeling of anxiety in the evening and night hours. It grew up every day, despite the fact that I did not watch horror films, I did not read the books of such a genre, did not sit on the sites of the appropriate subject, and nothing frightening happened in my life. In a word ... everything was usually, with the exception of this feeling. Soon I drew attention to something else. My cat used to sleep on the afternoon on my bed, in the evening she went around this place to the side and went to the kitchen, arrangement on the refrigerator. The refrigerator rattled, creaked and hardly contributed to a good sleep, but she was adamant. I did not come to mind to take her to myself. To one of the evenings, when the alarm was not just stronger than it was before, but turned into something frightening. I could feel like someone standing behind my back, and when I got back to the wall and looked around in a book, then the edge of the eye marked some kind of movement on the verge of the room. I sharply threw a look. Not. No one. But the heart beat more often. I looked up. I could not say exactly what happened, but ... Something was wrong. The air in front of me somehow strange looked exactly broken on the pixels. I froze. Blinked - no, it did not seem. And really ... I wanted to find yourself somewhere far from here, never, never appear here. And why? I could not answer this question then - after all, nothing, in essence, did not happen. I could just reset at the computer. Yes, probably, it was. I postponed the book and, rising from bed, came out of the room. More precisely, he stopped on the threshold and, quickly stretching his hand, turned on the light in the kitchen. The light bulb reliably lit its space. The cat slept on the refrigerator, my stuff swung on the rope - everything was usually calm and not completely terrible. I took the cat in my arms and took it to my room. As soon as her Taurus touched my bed, she jumped up, for sure I threw it into the water and pressed my ears to my head. It should be said that I have a very affectionate cat to unfamiliar and familiar people, and for me it always follows on the heels and does not miss the case to sleep not just on my bed, but on me. I stroked her back, talked to her, convincing her and myself in the fact that there is nothing terrible, which is already late and you have to sleep. I do not know how I managed to persuade the cat and myself, but I turned off the light, and we went to bed. I do not know how much time it was when I woke up. Outside the window was night, but perhaps it was a predestal dark. I woke up not from terrible sleep, not from touching. I woke up because my cat was sieved. She stood on the bed, every muscle was tense. The arched back, the raised wool. She looked right in front of him. I looked at the cat and understood that, probably, it would be more likely to die than a lift look, but still raised. I realized why she was hiped. Right in front of us was a figure. She looked lubricated and fuzzy, but it was definitely a human figure, a dark silhouette, drawn in the air exactly the same "pixels", which I saw in the world. The figure did not move and did not act in any way, it would see for. The second that I looked at her, stretched, probably for a billion years. To the next button, I flew off the bed and darted to the switch. The light spilled around the room, and I, like a damn from the incense, grew from a dark doorway leading to the corridor. It was miracle that there was also someone in the same way. I sank on the bed next to the cat, took her on my arms, pressed against myself. That night we no longer slept. I watched stupid comedies, who were on my computer and was very afraid to leave the room. But the next day brought me a new job, and in the evening all the happened began to seem sleep. Rather, I myself convinced myself in this. Sleep. It seemed. He reassembled at the computer. But still I tried not to remember it. With one memories, the heart began to knock on the chest often. Therefore, I go to bed, I left the light included in all rooms - room, kitchen, corridor, toilet and a small shower, lined with a tile. I stood on the alarm clock in the early morning and the asked did not immediately realize that it was not. Only turning on the kettle and turning off the light in the kitchen, I understood: the light in the room was not burning. I checked the light bulb, but she did not overcome. The plugs did not bounce. Everything was in order. "Everything is in order, everything is in order" I told myself on the way home from work, just started. I knew that today I will not sleep until I stop - the next day - Saturday, you can sleep. I mentally made a movie list for viewing overnight. Among them there was not a single horror and even a hint of something ominous. The cat purr on his knees, the heroes fell into stupid situations and were even more idiotic. Probably, the time smoothly moved to two or three o'clock in the morning, when I looked up ... Whether I am an old man or a man with a sick heart, I would die. Sitting at the computer, I would die of breaking the heart. In my room burned light. Right in front of me in the thickened air, the same figure appeared. Thanks to the light, it seemed distinct and clear. The cat snapped on his knees and, having armed with his back, hugged, and I was living nor dead from horror, while looking at another corner of the room, where the same figure appeared, only seemingly inclined. The third was at the doorway. I discarded a laptop, grabbed a cat in my hands and pulled to the switch, for sure it could save me. I clicked them twice. Included-turned off. We were alone in the room. One. I drank hardly the sea of tea for that night dawn night. Now it will seem funny, but even in the toilet I went, holding a cat in my hands. I was scared that, returning, I will no longer see her. I tried not to leave the room. ... Saturday morning I went to church. I can not say that I am very believed, but I just did not know what to do. All my relatives and friends were in another city, far away from me. I returned home with holy water, which thoroughly sprinkled all the corners, repeating the prayer. In the light of the day, when the gentle sun looked into the window, I felt an idiot that had no money for a psychologist, but I barely started to think in the direction, I was very vividly with the memories of the past night. The next night passed calmly. And one more. And yet. And all the subsequent nights that were in me in that apartment until I moved, going to my own.