Scary things

For a month, very strange and scary things happened to our family. It all started in the evening. My father was still at work, my brother was asleep, and I was in the room with my mother. She was almost asleep, and I was finishing an essay and watching "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman."

Suddenly, the room went dark, the TV turned down, and I heard knocking in the kitchen. I clearly heard three knocks on the refrigerator door. For some reason, I immediately thought someone was calling me in there. I freaked out and woke up my mother. She went to see who was knocking. There was no one in the kitchen. But we couldn't sleep—or at least I couldn't. The invisible man was messing around in the kitchen all night. I was so scared that in the morning I went to see my mother off to work (we live in Noginsk, and she works in Moscow).

 One of the following nights, my father woke up with a jolt. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned to the room, he saw an empty glass with a spoon in the middle of the table, seemingly there. Just as my father was about to pull the blanket over himself, the spoon in the glass began to move and clatter, as if a train were passing by the house. My father was sleepy—he looked at it for a moment and then fell asleep again.

Another time, the alarm clock, which was sitting on a stool, started acting up. My father went to the kitchen for a drink of water and returned to find it gone. He started looking for it (he had to get up early in the morning) and found it under the bed in another room, as if it had been kicked there. The alarm clock soon stopped working, after all, it wasn't supposed to be used as a soccer ball.

We had an old Elektronika VCR back then, and it was sitting on top of the TV. One night, my parents opened their eyes to a roar and saw him flying to the left, as if he had jumped off the TV and was falling in an arc. Only first he flew, and then he began to fall sharply. Things that accidentally fall fall in a completely different way...

Literally two weeks later, our ginger cat, Romka, died. We all loved him dearly. And then my mother began to say that all these events were a harbinger of death. It was unknown whose, but almost certainly not the cat's. At that time, my grandfather, who lived separately with my grandmother, was very ill. A month after Romka, he also passed away. We questioned my grandmother and found out the following: my grandfather was paralyzed and lay motionless, but he often thought about us and asked about us. So, judging by what we put together, it turned out that when he did this, all these incidents happened to us.

But the most terrible thing happened to me after my grandmother died. One night, I woke up when my grandmother entered my room. She came over, sat on the bed, started talking, and smiled. Then, suddenly, she started choking me! I struggled, fought, and tried to get up. But I couldn't. Then, finally, I freed myself. I jumped out of bed, saw that "grandmother" had disappeared, and wanted to run to Mom and Dad, but someone said from outside the window:

"She's with Dad. Don't go. They'll chase you away."

I'd already gotten into trouble a couple of times for disturbing my parents at the wrong time, so I preferred to turn on the light and stay in the room. Soon, I calmed down, lay down on the bed again, and fell asleep. My mother was surprised the next morning when I told her what had happened:

"Why didn't you come? I was alone, I would have called..."

A month after Grandpa's death, the poltergeist left us alone.