Night visits

 This story would have no relation to computers in general and high technologies in particular, if it were not directly related to my habit to sit at night in ICQ, communicate with friends - night conversations I always thought more fruitful. Well, frank, not without it. When the network is empty for the night, the interlocutor appears much more time to talk with you than during the day when it can dine at any time - work, telephone call or suggestion. At night, it is unlikely, so I chose night chat and began to intentionally come to the network closer to midnight, while remaining in touch until the morning. It lasted until the following happened. Several years ago - I can't say more precisely, I remember only that I had not yet a cat (what I regret - with a cat, it would be easier to move it easier) - I, as usual, sat at the computer. Only one interlocutor remained on the network, the others have long run to sleep - Moscow time was almost four in the morning. I just threw a familiar funny picture, waiting for her reaction and did not expect someone at all that someone presses on the door handle - in silence. I jumped off the computer chair, I looked at the door with caution, but it did not dare to approach her. The fact is that my door, though iron, is still not too durable - when the neighbors come to her home, she shudders as if she was about to fly away. In addition, its thickness is also not too happy - once we decided to save, bought one of the cheapest doors and installed it second; The first "gate to the house" was a wooden door, which was standing there at the time of buying an apartment. We thought that they had a great thought, but in one not very wonderful moment the wooden door dropped to the laminate, so it could not be opened by keys. I had to break down, and after that the sole defense of the apartment remained thin and cheap metal. Yes, and who could press on the handle at night? Neighbors would call the neighbors (besides, if any of them left their apartment, I would hear). The neighbors on the entrance would not be able to penetrate the door leading from elevators and stairs. From the street there is also a defense - the door with the code lock ... Damn it, but who can it be? The handle between theme continued to go up, as in the launching toilet, where the one who has long been internships is broken. This comparison seems funny, yes, but it is only now when it came to me on the mind in a bright office. Then, at night, I was not to laughter - I looked at the bouncing handle in horror and did not understand why the one who breaks there could not at least knock on? What is these mockery over the door? I wrote a nervous in ICQ: [03:49:26] Count, some kind of idiot wants to enter me - it does not knock, does not ring, just stupidly, like zombies, presses on the handle and silent. :( For a long time ... once twenty pressed and does not leave. [03:50:08] Very scary. [03:50:49] I'll go, see who it is. You still write something funny. Please! After that, I went to the door. On The "Hey, who is there?" The reaction was not there. I looked into the eye and dumbfounded - almost the entire site was excellent, it was visible and the neighboring door was visible, and their baby stroller, and the door leading to the elevators. No one There was no living there. Never. The handle, however, continued to flip ... I was afraid, I returned to the computer, I told everything as it was and offered a friend to synchronously launch some movie - in no case Horror. We have such a tradition: finding cinemas sites in the network, choose some kind of film, include it and discuss in ICQ ... It is created almost a complete feeling that we have visited the movies together. When I have already launched a movie (on average Volume, so that the neighbors do not overcall, and sounds coming from the door, stupid), it seemed to me that I made a mistake - my quiet "Who is there?" It could not hear, but a voice reading the names of actors, I heard for sure. But it was already too late to turn off the cinema - I was not sure that I could stay in silence again ... Ten minutes I was periodically looked around at the door - the handle twitched everything less and less, until finally calmed down. To go to bed that night I, however, decided only when the room was completely light, and rare passersby crawled into the street. I was hoping that everything was over. The next night was from Sunday for Monday, so I went to sleep early. I thought that when at 4 o'clock in the morning I would sleep and see the tenth sleep, then even if yesterday's punk with a handle will repeat, I will not hear anything, I will calmly sleep and wake up only in the morning, on alarm clock. How. At night, I saw one of those dreams that are not completely dreams. In which you wake up, realizing that somewhere next to you something creepy and turn on the light is just vital. I often dreamed before I wake up in a stuffy darkness, running to the switch, the light does not light up, and I'm still in a half, with almost disconnected brains, I open the front door to understand if I have no light in the apartment, Or is this disaster of a universal scale. This night it happened. I woke up, as if choking, rushed to light chandelier, but it did not give any effect. In a habit, I went to the entrance door, ready to turn the key, and suddenly alerted - remembered last night. Instead of looking out the door, I looked into the eyes. At first it seemed to me that there was the same impenetrable darkness, like at home, but a few seconds, something moved behind the door, and a light edge seemed in the eye. It meant that with the lamps in the corridor, everything is in order, it is obscured. Someone or something. The handle was drawn with the new force ... Sushina, like last night, did not break anything, and it was terribly from one fact (although, I think if I had a moan zombie from behind the door, it would not be easier for me from this). I carefully moved away from the door, lay down on the sofa, taking the phone into my hands, and tried to turn off, as if nothing happens. Although there was, of course. As happened yet. To yesterday, the handle was added to yesterday, a deaf tapping ("I thought only, I almost wanted to think that one who stands at the door, not only pulling the handle, but also knocked"). Probably, it was very quiet, but it seemed to me that it was loud - it was the impression that the neighbors on the left and right should also wake up from this knock and go out into the corridor, to be fed up or whether to someone who late at night I knock on my door, without giving anyone to sleep ... For some time I remembered that I bought ear-made in the afternoon - I didn't get used to them, I never used it, so I thought about them not immediately ... to the touch I found them in the bag, immediately jumped into the ears - the knock immediately became for me with something almost non-existent, to which you can not pay attention. Not trying to turn on the light more, I lay down and fell very soon. In the morning I would have decided that I didn't have everything - there was no longer interruptions, everything worked, if it were not earneered in the ears, which for the night, naturally, did not go anywhere. All day at work I was not my own - I even wanted to go home night, but to my brother, to friends, to someone else, but by the evening I decided not to impose anyone, especially since explain the reason why this I don't want to sleep on a weekday It would be difficult. At night I could not sleep. Did not even try. I prepared for the night as if I was waiting for a long, extinguishing siege. I put a flashlight next to you and stored salt just in case (in horror strokes about the fight against monsters, it was not once again claimed that she defends them from them), although she did not believe that she would help. Pastened to the door with a stool and the chest - everything that was not so hard so that it could not be dragged with his hands, - and it began to wait ... That night it all started not from the knock and not from the twigs handles - the calls were calls. I must say that once my doorbell played 8 different melodies, including the "Turkish march" and "a Christmas tree was born in the forest", but after several years of operation something in it broke - now in his repertoire there were only hoarse rattling, remotely resembling the initial melody. On that day, the call definitely decided to remember the youth - "Toreador, bolder to battle," the silence of the apartment sounded like that day when we just installed this call. After the fifth call, accompanied by a scratching at the door - about three times louder than the cat would do, - I could not stand it and looked back into the eyes. It would be better if I did not do that. Last night, nothing, except for the mining shadows, was not visible in the eye. Now the night guest stood a little further, and I was beautifully visible by his face. White, like larvae, which sometimes come in rotten potatoes. It was also seen that he moves like a jerk, but very quickly - worst it was that he spent the demonstration of his speed, rejecting his eyes, as if she had realized that I was watching him. The worst of all were his eyes, similar to black dips, - I looked at the outskirts in the abnormal, when he (it?) Approached, and as if he fell somewhere for a few seconds. "Nightly", I discovered that I had already turned the key in the castle - if this night I was closed for two castle (what I usually do, only when I leave the apartment), the door would have broken open. I was blocked - I again pushed a stool to the door, which I also unpacked, trying to unlock the "guest" as soon as possible, and on cotton legs went into the kitchen, to the balcony door. So I spent before dawn. Then check that nothing to do with the balcony to the house, it seemed very important to me. In addition, the balcony door in my small apartment is the furthest from the entrance, by which I knew, I can not go through the morning ... When I left the apartment as the next day, my neighbor stopped me and said ugly: "Think you The smartest - cooked shrimps, and a package with shrimp tails and heads put over the night in the corridor, so that they do not smell them at home? Do not do so more. " I was sniffed, in the corridor, really smelled something - I didn't change it from aquarium, in which it did not change it for a long time, not exactly cleaning the shrimps, which forgot to throw away in time, so they lay down at home for several days ... when a neighbor disappeared behind his door, I tried to find other traces of yesterday's creature in the driveway tambour; The smell turned out to be quite material, maybe there is another couple of material evidence. And indeed, when I looked at the right side of the door, from where the most strong Skryabanian came from the day before, I noticed four scratches there. Thin-thin - the knife will not be so tighten, except that the blade would not cut the blade so deeply - almost to the metal. It was already the last drop - I took the go of the arrogant, called home the priest and asked to consecrate the apartment, and four apartments. I wanted him to sanctifier and the site in front of the elevators, but he looked at me so amazed: "This is why you why?" - What had to be abandoned from this thought. Since then, at night, quietly, but I still constantly hold the holy water at home and, when it comes to darkness, listening to every rustle. Especially beyond the doors (after the priest's visit, I installed the second steel door on the same day and changed the trim on the first. Let those scratches and were almost invisible on dark brown skin, but the fact that they There were, very nervous). Now I am at work - because I was able to tell all this. I return home I'm late, so I prefer this story not to remember this story. As if, I did not remember, I automatically cry out everything that happened ... Sometimes I think about why it came to me. The only thing that comes to mind is: he attracted the luminous window, the sign that someone else is not sleeping in this room. Perhaps the light in the night windows acts like a lighthouse and attracts not only night moths, but someone is more involved. Who knows what can look at the night to your window while you are sitting on the Internet, communicating with one or two friends, while all other contacts are offline ... Remember this, good? And take care of yourself. Do not sit on the Internet for too long at night. Well, or at least buy thick, impenetrable curtains. And lately, I often think, maybe not helped Holy Water? Maybe he just caught another window, burning late at night? .. xxxx