People rain rain

. I hate rain. I hate the funny spring rain, hate gloomy and depressive rain in the fall, damn, I even hate fluffy snow, which circles at night in the dark light of the lights. But most of all I hate summer thunderstorms. Real, fierce thunderstorms, bordering a storm, cause me not just a panic fear. I'm not sure that I can write my story to the end, because the sky in the West was darkened again, and the first timid droplets had already begun to drum on the windowsill, which means they will soon come - and this time I will not be able to hide ... I lived alone in one of the sleeping areas of Moscow. The area was not notable for nothing, and the first reaction, the first word that occurs when you get into it - "gray". And this is expressed not only in the monotonous and pale color of all the surrounding buildings: it seems that the world itself fills, when you go through his streets: foliage does not glitters in the sun, the sun's rays do not play in the windows of houses, even birds Twist not so willingly. But I, Iskratically, was always loner, and the world around me didn't know me too much. Therefore, when it became possible to buy a homely apartment in a nine-story building in one of the houses of this area, I did not think about a long time. Then the gray weekdays began. Rift, breakfast, work, dinner, computer, sleep. Repeat. Rarely when this chain bursts, although few friends who have left me, periodically made unsuccessful attempts to pull me into a movie or somehow decorate my gray leisure. The story I am going to tell, started in the evening, in one of the hot summer days. Summer this year was just a murderous. The incredible heat stood over the whole country, and in a large city it was worse. Therefore, each drop of rain, flying kilometers through the fascinated air, was perceived as a manna heavenly. That day, it seems, I installed the next temperature record, but in the late afternoon a storm warning was announced, and in a couple of hours it really darkened and a serious thunderstorm began. I loved the rain ... then I also loved. That is why I opened all the windows to at least somehow venture the apartment and put a little fresh in it. While it rained, I decided to brew myself a cup of coffee and drag her with pleasure, standing at the open window and absorbed the skin long-awaited coolness. The rain was all lil and lied, thundered thunder, somewhere on the horizon heaven ruined lightning. Thoughts in the head in the fresh air were climbed by themselves: "It would be necessary to be a bed with this cute girl from the sales department, it is time to start thinking about the birthday of the sister's birthday ...". I deeply gone into my thoughts and came to my senses, only when the first ray of the Solz looked out of the clouds. Look out only then to blind me for a second and hide in the clouds again. I am a rake and decided to inspect our yard. The courtyard, by the way, was surprisingly decent: neat trees stood for meters twenty from the house, a small playground, a lot of greens. Having covered the courtyard of a quick look, I realized that something was wrong here. It was in the courtyard something that should not be there. Once again, looking through a noticeably drunk rain into the depths of the courtyard, I saw under the crown of the tree a man. There was something repelled in it, something that the subconsciousness is guessed immediately and begins to send an alarm more primitively arranged parts of thinking. Perhaps it was his clothes a very strange look: a black long raincoat and a wide-headed hat looked clearly inappropriate in the midst of summer. It seemed that this was some kind of Agent KGB, which somehow does not know that its structures no longer exist and the yard is already another century. Perhaps the case was not in clothes, but in his position: he stood, and during the time I looked at him, did not flour for him. But no, once he still changed the position - when he raised his head up and stared at my open window, from which I was so brazed on him. I, like most people who find herself, hastily dismissed the look and even retreated a couple of steps back, deep into the apartment. There I finished my already cooled coffee. The rain was tally of the time, and I decided to approach the window again. The yard was empty. Then I did not give the importance to this case and after a couple of days I forgot at all. Passed a month. The heat began to slowly fall. My friends and I decided to go to the movies. The session was at 9 pm. I do not like to be late, so I decided to get out of the apartment in the afternoon, despite the fact that 15 minutes walk to the cinema. As it was called, at the beginning of the ninth hour the dodge began. I called Sasha to discuss plans for a campaign in the movie in the rain. We decided that not sugar - do not melt, I will somehow get to the cinema. Before leaving, I remembered that the story about the "KGBSH" in the rain. Laughing yourself, I looked out the window. The yard was empty. I took the keys, turned off the light in the apartment and went to the platform. I live on the 6th floor. The elevator is working, but I prefer to go down on foot. Having descended to the 3rd floor, I felt a sudden and not explained to the injection injection. On the second floor I met a neighbor who was in a hurry to my apartment. Anxiety somehow immediately let go, and I went down to the first floor. Approaching the last little ladder, which displays the door to the street, I froze. The knees began to tremble, the heart was pounding so that there must be tenants on this floor could hear his deaf blows. He stood in the door. Standing and looked straight at me. And not just at me. He looked into my eyes. Perhaps he looked around them somewhere more deeply, where not everyone himself can look. He looked into my soul. He did not move. Just stood and watched. I grabbed the railing, so as not to fall, for the legs refused to keep the messenger body. Fear fasted me completely, made me with my slave. Whether his appearance is so frightened, or the smell. From him came the disgusting smell of burning rubber. I realized that I fell into some reason, only the next moment, when his incredibly pale face, which seemed to never felt the warm sunlight and not expressed before that, no emotions, suddenly the beginning Stretching in a disgusting smirk, exposing the sharp, sharpened with a triangle small teeth. I watched, as hypnotized, this already became inhuman grinding when he said: "Soon. We will come again. We always come with rain. And this time we will be closer. " Somewhere at the top slammed the door and knead the children's voices. It brought me out of the stupor - I turned around and started that there was a strength up the stairs. I run the first one to the second floor, I managed to look down - where he stood. There was no one. The rain is over. I do not remember that I was then altered my friends, but I knew only one thing: the truth was impossible to talk. It would be too dangerous. For them. It has come autumn. The rains began to go more and more often, although not so ferocious as in the summer. I began to delay at work, more often to be with friends and in general in crowded places. I only came home to spend the night. But nothing helped me get rid of the ever-growing feeling of danger, from the feeling that someone is constantly watching me, from feeling that I no longer manage my life, and my fate has already been solved. It was another gray day, through the fear of fear and chronic depression. I got very sick. Influenza, probably. Sister came to me. I have a big clever. We talked to her all day, and the doctor came in the evening. Surveyed me running, something about talking with my sister, the doctor was also hidden suddenly, as appeared. The sister's room entered a small list of drugs that the doctor recommended to buy. I tried to ferment, they say, it will pass. The sister did not listen to anything - grabbed the coat, took a wallet and rowed to the street in the nearest pharmacy. I heard the door slapped down, and then I was crying. I do not know why, suddenly fell out of myself. Why do I all of this? Of course, I am not a righteous, but I didn't even sin in my life. In the subway always inferior, helped grannies to raise the bags on the cool staircase. So why am I? I looked at the balcony steleko - in the eyes was still wet. I am somehow protein, but the drops before our eyes remained. I shook my head, and the tears came up again: I went raining - all the glass was long water paths. I rose on the elbows, appreciating my chances as soon as possible to leave away from the damn house. The temperature was about 39 degrees. The body broke a large trembling. However, fear pushes a person to incredible feats. I got up, washed the face with cool water and began to dress in a hurry. Going to the entrance door, I started turning the lock. God, it's good that I decided to look at the eye for some incomprehensible reason. He stood on the site. Standing and looked at me. Through the door. He was, as always, dressed with a needle: no dirt drops on perfectly polished shoes, no droplet of water was dry from the fields of a huge hat. However, something in his appearance has changed. It was his look. A man's glance that is no longer tolerate. And a nasty smile seemed even wider. I realized that I began to fall into something viscous again, in something unpleasant the sticky - in madness, - when he raised his hand, to which the glove was tightly stretched, and began to scribe the point of the door: "Open. I have to enter. Time has come. Your time. " The door has become barely vibrate. I put my hands on the key. I was going to turn the castle. A smile on his roe broke out wider. The keen sharks began to swim by saliva. Suddenly the sound of the elevator, signing that someone came to the floor. For a moment, the face of the "KGBShnik" distorted the grimace of the Evil, absolute hatred. However, after that, the former smile returned to his face, and he had an index finger towards her lips: "TS-S-C ...". After that, I felt that I was "released." I started blinking convulsively, and in a couple of seconds, there was no one in the court, and after a few moments, a sister with a sachet of medicines was left from around the corner. The sister was delayed on the court, looking for keys in endless pockets of his raincoat, I decided to abscese this time to undress and dive under the blanket - the gesture of this creature clearly said that about Her appearance here knows no one. For some reason I was sure that he did not joke. I no longer lived at home. Overall, as a rule, sister. She let me down to him without any questions. Honestly, she never missed the opportunity to be with her older brother, unlike me. Today I went the first snow. Robust snow raned all morning so that in a couple of hours it would be unborn in thin streams of water. And tomorrow I was going to enter a new removable apartment. It is located at the other end of the city, so it would have to get to work longer than before. But I was ready to be gradged for any straw. Today I had to return to my apartment to collect things. I would never have never dare to this, but the sister's perplexed face convinced me that she would not suffer from me from me - at least without plausible explanations. Moreover, the sister itself offered his help - and in the evening, after work, we agreed to meet me. The day today was sunny, my mood for the first time in the last six months was raised, the feeling of constant danger was gone. Therefore, after work, I went home without a feet. The cloudless sky above the head only added optimism. Going to the apartment, I went around all the rooms, exhaled and began to quickly collect things. The sister was supposed to come in an hour. Viewing old magazines, I went deep into my thoughts. From the stupor, I brought the sound of the hit. I listened - everything seems to be quiet. Ten seconds, the sound repeated. Thunder. The thunderstorm came. At the end of autumn. All fears that seemed to me, I was able to overcome, rolled with a new force. I sat on the floor, not able to do anything. Thunderstorm rushed to me, rain lilted with a solid wall, knocking on a tiny window sill a nightmare fraction. I realized that this is the end. All my miserable attempts, all the tricks - everything was in vain. They go. The smell of grazing rubber filled the apartment completely. He began to spin the head. I did not leave the room, but felt that he was in the hallway. I have not seen him, but I knew that a smile literally breaks his face. I sit back to the open door in the corridor. I did not hear the steps, but I know that he is moving closer. He sees that I am typing this text now. I see the blurred reflection of his face on the glossy surface of the laptop. Even closer. I almost can not breathe from the smell of rubber. With the back of my breath, I already feel his breath. Impossible rare for a normal person sighs. Once a few minutes. They burn me. He stands right in front of me. I have tears rolling, it becomes almost impossible to print. He raises his hand and takes off the glove, IMPALTSFVTSUAMAUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYMIM 6 6 WAP 3ON said you now know we will always come with the rain