The housewarming after he graduated from the university

, I lived with my older sister in a house that my grandmother gave us. Sister gave birth to a daughter, and I decided that I had to find a new housing. I purchased a small, but extremely cozy apartment with fresh repairs, new furniture and beautiful views of the park. During the day, all things and at 9 pm, tired, like a dog, fell to sleep. The next day, invited her sister (she was from Rodney alone) on the housewarming. When Ksyusha made the first steps to the room, she was not surprised how movers who brought my things, beauty arch with lanterns, a beautiful carved cabinet with a mirror, fluffy cream carpet, and began to sniff. - Wan, what kind of cat already started? She asked. I was surprised. I did not have a cat. I, of course, wanted the first to enter the new apartment, and given my great love for animals ... But alas, in one day a big fluffy kisa did not honor my apartment with my presence. - Cat urine is stinking. Tomorrow Chlorine you all withdraw, "said Ksyusha and went to look at. In the evening, she, without leaving the "smell of urine," said that the apartment needs to be pretty well from past owners, which can not be left today, and fired me to his home. Whether she had a sense after pregnancy, it was silent, or my nose, like an old man - in general, no matter. The fact is that you cannot argue with my home sister. In the morning, the lift "thundered" in the midst. Lilya (Daughter Ksyusha) Morlanil, as if siren ambulance. Anton (husband) was kept from the corner to the angle, while trying to choose not that tie, not the shirt. In the corner, calmly nails, Nina sat (the mother of Anton) and waited until everyone leaves and leave her with a lily of some. For me, this whole anthill was very unusual - I had never had such a thing when I lived here, everything was quiet and peacefully. In general, I really did not have time to wake up, and my head was already sick. Then, already in 30 minutes, I, the whole, ironed Ksyusha, the elusive Nina and the "poisoned" Antonovsky coffee with a piddle, stood at a stop, armed with rags and mop. I came to my apartment, Ksyusha again snorted, which stinks, some kind of reptile, something nauseed something for an hour, then someone has a dog. God, poor my head ... at 10 o'clock in the evening the apartment was shining. I probably, if you had a good vision, I would see my reflection in the wallpaper. Closingly looking at the clock, Ksyusha collapsed on my bed and immediately buried. I retired away to the hall, knocked my jacket to the cube, put it under his head and instantly fell asleep. At night, when the autumn chill had already snewed into an open window and spoiled my legs, someone began to shake me with his shoulders. - Ivan, if the parents were alive - they would be disappointed in you! You - Brehun! Where did you hide your cat? He scraps somewhere, I have already been looking for everywhere. Well, this is his happiness that I did not find, and then it would throw out the window. I slowly comprehended everything in my head, delicately squeezed out of myself that I had no cat that I want to sleep, and again closed my eyes. Ksyusha displeased to the bedroom. Well, here, and now I can not sleep in the cold. He went to the bedroom, somehow he was attached to a bed on the bed, shelled the decorative bedspread and fell asleep. I do not know how much time passed, but she woke me again: - Do you hear? Now tell me that you have no cat. Or who is it? Maybe rabbit? I shuddered and stretched to the switch, lit the light. Somewhere in the depths of the corridor, someone scraped the wall so fiercely, as if it will make a hole now. It is not clear what I was scared again: that someone in the apartment besides us or that there will be a hole in the wall. I jumped into the corridor, taking a stool with him - the first thing that came to my eyes. With caution looking backing all the corners and surplus, I was preparing someone to shine well on the head of a stool, but this "someone" somewhere scraped, but I did not come across my eyes. Ksyusha wrapped in a blanket and with rather incomprehensible feelings - laughing at me, as I grabbed a stool, and at the same time, I myself was not joking, I watched the bedroom. Twenty minutes wandering around the rooms - and I never found someone who screames. Deadly tired, I went to bed without looking at anything on Ksyusha nor the sounds. I woke up at 9 o'clock. Ksyusha rushing home. I myself, honestly, a little afraid to stay alone and under the pretext of helping to convey things went with my sister. They brought everything and spread off. I sent a couple of hours around the market near the house, I went, snapped and began to think what to do next. In the apartment did not want to rise at all. But then I dawned on me that in the light of the day it can be seen absolutely everything, you have to go. Right in front of the door, goosebumps were running on my skin. I all remembered these vile sounds. And then a saving circle flew to the swamp: I remembered that the neighbor's man repairs something, beats on the walls. And how I still heard from the neighbors, he is a lover to drink. So it means he is something scraper. I, pleased with my logic and confident in myself, entered. Knocks. Well, now I ask you! I turned around and wanted to call a neighbor door, as somewhere from the bedroom there was a terrible roar, as if the house collapses. Dust flew. Without having rushing, the lightning flew into the bedroom. Next to the corridor in the wall gaped a hefty hole, in which he was confusedly peeking my neighbor with a sledgehammer in his hands. A piece of wall was lying on my fluffy carpet, a picture from the wall rumbled, in the wall of the hole. A neighbor, having lost the gift of speech, poked his finger into a broken interroom panel. From it braided the smoldering human hand. Going closer, we looked into myself a break. The body smell hit the nose and the rotting corpse was exposed, according to the builder. Called police. Those all examined, the peasant was taken to the forensic examination, we were in the area for testimony, some more people to inspect the apartment. We went with a neighbor. The foreshadisperte seemed that the man died quite recently - that is, he lived and leaned, ate his tongue, and on the fingers fresh flashes of nails, died of hunger and so on - I was not very interested. But what was interested in me - how did he get there, why didn't he suffocate? We answered two ladies at the age of the age, which saw the apartment: there was a whole tunnel on the perimeter of the corridor to the bedroom and then diagonally down to the basement. The air went to the tunnel from the basement, the beginning of the tunnel was clipped by boards. And the tunnel himself was made even with an extension - it was performed about two months ago, they superimposed another layer of panels. I do not know why, really. So he breathed, and moved there. And it was useless to scream and call for help, as he either ate his tongue, or he was cut out ... In general, I don't know all these subtleties, which I knew, I told. A certain Nikita S. turned out to be the dead, which disappeared 2 months ago. Apparently, it was his smell that felt Ksyusha. It was he who scraped the walls in the hope that he would save him ... And sometimes I hear at night, as he still screames about the wall ...