The ceiling will never be left alone in her apartment

. The silence is fading and rings in the ears as the grateping of the glass. After that case, a girlfriend is constantly sits with me in the evenings, while parents return from work; Friends accompanied me from school to the house; I am always surrounded by people, otherwise it begins to bold a trembling. The hysteria begins, and I leave it for a long time. This happened last summer. I, my secondary sister and a few young guys who had to her friends, walked around the pavement. The mood was excellent with everyone besides me. Lisa was constantly putting me fool in front of the boys, ridiculed, and they smiled, looking at me, apparently like an idiot. Lisa asked me about strange things, incomprehensible to me things, I did not answer, and she laughed loudly at me. She drank some kind of cocktail, and it apparently affected her behavior. One of the guys, Sasha, tried to constantly translate the topic of the conversation, but she said off him and continued her "attack." She was older than me for 4 years, her friends were even older. I became uncomfortable in their company - from the very beginning I did not want to go along with them, but Lisa, being sober, promised me what would be fun. But it would be better if I stayed with them and endured my mockery of myself, rather went home, offended by shining on my sister ... I reach the entrance, I opened the door and entered the inside. While the elevator raised me to the 8th floor, I thought about what happened. I was overwhelmed with anger and despair. It was very insulting to hear ridicule from her sister, and in the presence of guys. Honestly, I wanted to fill her face. The fists spontaneously squeezed. I jerk left the elevator and nervously inserted the key into the keyhole. Music - That's what will save me! I sat on the bed and put on the headphones. There was no one at home. Parents left for the resort, leaving me with his sister alone. "Finally, every day we will arrange parties - sister will invite guys, and we will have fun and disappear on full!" "So I thought when I first heard this news." Now I felt depressed, but even more - angry. How did she dare?! Creates all that she will do! Suddenly, I heard something fell in the next room. More precisely, it felt this almost elusive impulse, vibration of the floor. I took out one earpiece and listened. I have not heard anything, I decided to check. Hanging Cristina Aguilera, who played in my phone, I went to the hall where no fallen objects noticed. I went around all the rooms - I also did not find anything. "Probably, something fell from the neighbors" - I decided. Heading to himself in a more or less malfunction than before, I stopped on a hemisphere. Something rustled. The sound was intermittent and frequent, as if someone beat his palm about the wall, periodically screking her. As soon as I listened, the sound disappeared. Strange ... Making the volume quieter, I sat down again on the bed, but was already more vigilant. For a few hours, these sounds I no longer heard and calmly went to bed. The fact that my sister never came home before I lay, I did not surprise me. Surely having fun with its so-called friends or drinks beer from someone. From the awareness of this I became even more than, but still I could sleep. A short time. Somewhere in the third hour of the night I woke up from the most rustling. I did not give any particular importance to this, but still raised to the elbow and he was listening. The first thought was: "We must put mousetrap." But after I felt that this sound moves along the side walls and the ceiling, it became custodially. As if someone scratched nails on the wall, gradually aligning and approaching. In addition, I heard the lungs and smooth lungs: Something ran around the ceiling and walls from the outside of my room. I pulled the blanket before the chin and in my horror I had a breath. My eyes ran through the dark walls and the ceiling after the sound. The heart was thrown loudly, and I was afraid that something on the other side of the wall would hear him. Judging by the sounds, there were not two legs, not four - there were many more them. They quickly came through and made characteristic sounds. I prayed that it was a dream. Several times these legs ran through my door, but did not answer it. Tears flowed from my eyes, I wrapped my knees and just waited for it. Suddenly the sobral silence came. The sound disappeared. Somewhere half an hour, I was so in bed, not stirred. Then the fear gradually retreated, and I was able to break the knees. A few minutes later I dared to sit in bed, and soon I decided to look out the room with one eye. I lowered my legs on the cold floor, trembling, walked to the switch and lit the light in the room. It was still quiet. It inspired hope. Resting to the handle, I opened the door. My eyes, still well-focused in the dark, caught some movement in the corner of the ceiling. This "something" attached to the darkness of the apartment. I felt dizziness, it seemed to me that I was about to faint. But the legs held firmly, and the mind calmly watched my inner mute hysteria. My eyes increased, probably twice. Light from my room lit a gray dead skin of individual parts of the body. She seemed to cover her legs, but soon I realized that there was a couple of hands there. The creature looked like a spider, which raised her knees above the head. When I opened the door, it lightningly turned his face to me. The neck crossed unnaturally, and dead skin was covered with numerous folds. Face! It was the face of Lisa, tagged in the cold, frozen horror. Her throat muscles were periodically shortened, as if she was struggling to pour air. Her mouth was revealed, the lower lip - bitten. It was terrible to look into the eyes - they had no thirst for blood or chopping me in place, only some horror and regret. "Sorry," - that's what was read in these eyes. On the right side of the face, the skin was accusing, as if she was molded, like wax. After a few seconds, the eyes rolled out, and only proteins became visible. Eyeballs jerked convulsively, as if they wanted to return to their former position. I watched this picture for a few seconds until I distracted the sharp movement of the hands of the transfigurable Lisa. The brush was broken and thrown back. She trembled and tangled on the ceiling, publishing something rustling. It seemed to me that she asked me for help and all this time wanted to open the door of my room, but did not do this itself, because I was afraid to scare me ... Tears froze on my cheeks. It seemed to me that this last second of the frozen position of her body lasted forever. Then her face was distorted until unrecognizable, the eyebrows rose, the mouth twisted in a terrible surprise. Lanes still swallowed the air, and the hand began to twitch more often. Her legs and hands made a few "steps" forward, to me, and I saw my body that bent the arc. The shoulders and hips were turned out, at the location of the ribs focused additional ugly limbs with tremendous thumbs. Her head hung down. I felt that she would move on me now - it came out. The creature has photographed by broken hands and legs and quickly crawled to me, bypassing the ceiling. I, without making and sounding sound, ran into the room and slammed the door. Overlooking her back, only then I screamed. I scared, oral, cried, myself was stunned by my cry. Soon I had a voice broke, and I just hoarsely, myself without noticing it. The chest fell ill from mad heart blows. The creature ran through the door, and I began to beat the chills. It was not even going to penetrate into my room. It just ran ... I was found on the floor. It was five in the morning. The first one I saw was a neighbor from above. I jerked hard and accidentally hit her. But she hurriedly took my hand and tried to calm down. I could not speak, only published strange sounds like mysteries. A neighbor told me that my shouts probably heard in a nearby house. She was told to our door, but I just shouted - she had to call the Ministry of Emergency Situations. They opened the door, but by that time I was already on the floor unconscious. There were people around the apartment - I even thought that I was under the action of drugs and now I am in the subway. They walked, saw the apartment, shone flashlights. Neighbors looked out and whispering among themselves. To the question: "What happened?!" - I could not answer anything. I could not survive it again, even in words. We have not heard anything else about Lisa. Her friends said that after I left, she headed for me. Sasha was even surprised that she did not catch up with me and did not apologize - because it was why she left them. The case of her disappearance hung six months, but then it was postponed in a long box. Parents arrived on the next day, but even I didn't explain everything - lied that I got drunk and saw a terrible dream. After all, tell me everyone, they would give me to the mental hospital. Now I can't sit in the apartment alone. I start to bang, and torments an animal fear when I think this creature can return.