The image of a nightmare parents told me that change in life is good.

 At first there was a move. At that time I was fourteen years old, and the change of the usual setting worrying my imagination in a bad sense. Having moved, I rarely, and to be more accurate, never went outside, only if in the store. Free time I spent sitting at home at the computer. Such a life will seem to torture some, but I didn't need to be more. However, when I was already seventeen, my parents decided that it was time for me to start an independent life. I moved to a one-room apartment, in which it was already registered in advance. It was here that the worst thing began. A month after the settlement, I began to sleep badly. This was never observed, but not only, I began to feel someone else's presence. Yes, I was still rarely went outside, but staying in the apartment began to coagulate. For the first time I began to visit the thought of sitting in the fresh air. As I was stupid, that I did not leave the house, because in this, as it turned out, there is nothing terrible. There was autumn. Evening dark paints and the golden light of the night city created a very pleasant atmosphere. Now I loved to go out at night when practically there was no people, I loved to sit on a bench at the entrance under slim naked birchs and listen to the rustling of fallen leaves, chasing the weak cool wind. From this, I caught a pleasant euphoria. There was a feeling of fairy tales, and sometimes I could sleep right on the bench on the street. It seemed to me that it was not a sense to return home - I was ready to sit on the street constantly, but the work did not allow. Every morning woke up with thoughts about when the evening comes and how I will spend it. At that time I was really happy until this night came. I, as always, was sitting on a wooden bench at the entrance of my house, listening to the sounds of nature. Suddenly they interrupted them. It was the ringtone of my mobile phone. I could not understand who was impatient to call me at such a day. Looking at the touch screen, I Obomall - it was my home phone number. I fixed my view to the house and stared at the windows of my apartment. It seemed to me that I got on shooting some horror. The light in my apartment was turned on, and after all, I always quenched him when leaving, but if only it ... Suddenly the curtains were twisted and the dark figure flashed between them. Here I understood how terrible the situation in which I got. Someone penetrated my apartment, and therefore it has access to it. My consciousness pierced the thought that it could be parents who occasionally visit me - but how did they get into the house, remaining me unnoticed? .. I could not understand anything. The fear of a viscous substance was hidden my consciousness. I became bad. The legs seemed to become wadded, and the head was punished by lead. But despite all this, I was tormented by another. My house is my fortress, and if it was so easy to get into it, then I'm more dangerous on the street. Now I understand that it has been delirious - because of the animal fear, my thoughts became absurd. I slowly walked towards the entrance, convulsively trying to find keys. The collar of the metal appeared in the mouth. I rose to my floor. Tried by guesses and his uncertainty, I could not decide to open the door to the apartment, so I asked quietly: - Is there anyone? Only silence answered my question. Fully desperately, I sat on the floor, leaning back to the door. I tried for a long time to come to my senses, he wrote off everything on a rapid fantasy and his inattention. Taking the will in a fist, I tried to rise, but then with horror I felt a weak pressure on the door, and after a characteristic sound. Someone scraper into it. Then everything was in delight. I stood and looked at the door, listened to a quiet rustling behind her. It seemed that the heart was about to break. I was really bad. I fell to the floor and felt a look. A close look, having madness and something unreal. He proceeded from the door eye, drilling and burning my soul, my mind, and then I heard it ... hoarse uterine rye. I have never heard that, something similar to the death sounds of the horse, only incredible and terrible, but at the same time quieter and calmer. Suddenly, the sickening smell of decomposition hit the nose. The eyes climbed and covered with a dense veil. I lost consciousness. I woke up in the morning under my own door. The head is terribly sick, and the faded limbs were unpleasantly twitching. Now, in day bright time, I decided to enter the apartment. No, there were no bloody shut-up arts or decomposed people. Everything turned out to be in their places, but the light was still burning. Quiet, trying not to make noise, I walked around and examined the whole apartment. I decided that all this circus arranged my bad imagination. I believed it ... And what else could I? Tell someone about this and lie down in a mental hospital? Try to solve yourself, what happened to me? I made my choice. Reality is terrible illusions. However, it is at the same time more dangerous. I was convinced of this later a few months. Everything went to myself. I stopped going to the street at night, I was afraid to repeat the nightmare. On this day I was sitting at the computer and booked a place to pass the day quest. On the digital clock, Migalo "01:25". Outside the window was gloomy, the empty streets silently looked at my windows, while the windows of other houses absorbed the night darkness. Naked wood branches crunched and pulled out among themselves, and the whitic light of the bright moon forced them to discard clawing shadows. I wanted to go outside. I do not know why, but the desire to do it was insurmountable. I turned off the computer and went into the dark corridor. Confidently walking in the dark, I drove my hand on the wall, while I did not hear this sound again. Everything happened, as a few months ago. The heart beat with a mad speed, in the temples struck, and the nauseous smell of decomposition hit the nose. I all distorted me. Now only it depended on me, learn the truth or stay to live in illusion. I soldered the switch and pressed it on it ... At the end of the corridor there was a creature. Dirty nasty body, places covered with scars and having no hair. This ugly semi-folding carcass had no lower extremities and, apparently, moved to Clarice, leaving behind the blood-rot musical path. However, the most terrible in this monster was his head. The oblongable Belma, similar to the horse face, had a human face. Empty lifeless eyes were impeiled with madness and something disproved by nature, so unreal and nauseous that it turned inside out. The torn mouth was widely disclosed, sharp teeth curved on the jaws of black gums, and thick saliva flowed out of a fading cavity. I refused to believe in the existence of such a terrible and disgusting. Mute thoughts were mixed in my mind. "The reality is terrible illusions," flashed in the head, and after this was shown the most real madness. I did not even notice how creature was closed on the ceiling. I managed to publish only panic mixes before it broke the light bulb. I stayed in the pitch darkness. Only me and reality ...