The mannequin and parrot

 have recently increasingly and more often begin to listen to various stories and the stories of relatives and friends associated with mysticism or inexplicable phenomena. Here is one of them. Family of three, in the outskirts of Moscow, panel nine-story with loggia. They lived on the 7th floor in a two-bedroom apartment. Galina - Swayya, Igor - Museum worker, the daughter of Marisha for five years from the family went to the garden and often walked in the evenings with her mother in the playground in the yard. Nothing unusual in the family did not occur, unless the sister of the father of the family after the move asked to shelter for a while their parrot of the "necklace" breed before the end of the repair in the new apartment. Yasha, as called a new pet, was old and very smart. Self walked around the house, she climbed to sleep into a huge cage, it was humble and knew about 40 words and phrases like "Want to eat - Zap Cotlets", "Truth is somewhere nearby", "Yasha good", "I want to in Crimea", "Frames on the threshold", "The bird in the house is a cat death!", "Do not touch hands, leakage ears" and many other funny expressions. With a five-year-old child in a bird and at all, it was very warm, you can even say, strain relationships: Yasha something gently dug a girl in the evenings, allowed himself to iron, touch the tail and with the full volume included Radio paid as a professional dancer, right on the back of a baby cot. In general, the family accepted Yasha as a native, and on a referendum for dinner recognized him with an honorary member of their modest cell of society. Idylliy ended after the Father brought from the work of a huge plastic mannequin, explaining that the exhibition was held in the museum, on which costumes of various nations of the world were presented, and at its end it was this exhibit that was not very well-friendly, and his We decided to dispose. Remembering that the wife often complained about the lack of a model for sewing, a caring spouse asked to give a mannequin to him. So in their two-room apartment there was a huge doll with a face painted in the style of a Japanese samurai face, but at the same time naked, as a suit, of course, did not give up the museum. "Jap of", as the girl called a doll, lived on a glazed loggia adjacent to the children. Yasha received a samurai coldly, only skeptically glanced in his direction. As I mentioned earlier, the mother of the girl was engaged in cutting and sewing, and then came the day when she finally took the model. Going in the evening in the nursery, Galina for a moment froze, covered by superstitious horror. From the window right to her, having stern, distorted hatred, a pale face - it seemed to be peering into a cozy room, where her daughter played peacefully. Marisha's voice brought from stupor Galina: "Mommy, do not be afraid! Good Japsh! " A few days later, the story repeated, but now it looked truly strange, since Galya remembered exactly that she left the mannequin in the corner of the loggia head to the street window. How did the face of the doll again turned to the children's window, remained a mystery, because for this a doll would need to independently deploy the body for 180 degrees. The Jap was again launched to the street and covered her head with a terrible face of the laundry wash. At night, Igor woke up the roar, which is coming from the children's and accompanied by a cry of his daughter and cry Yasha. Rushing to noise, he saw such a picture: Marina sat on the bed, closing his face with his hands, and cried, the pelvis, which was covered with a mannequin, was lying on the floor of the loggia, and the head of the doll again peered out the window Children's But most of all parents scared a parrot, which got out of the cage and the bad voice of Oral: "Aliens! Other people's! Other people's threshold! " The next day collected the Family Council. The girl refused to explain to something, saying that he woke up from a terrible screen. The parrot, on the contrary, was repeated all day without a break and repeated as the one and the same phrase: "Aliens! Other people! "Refused to eat and leave the cage. In the end, the parents decided that the daughter most likely, herself went to the loggia and dropped the pelvis, and the parrot was overlooked at old age and is now experiencing stress. Marina read the notation and strictly-setting banned one to go out onto the loggia and touch the mannequin. After a couple of days, the girl asked Papu to take a terrible doll from home, as Yasha and she fears the mannequin, he walks at nights along the loggia and knocks the plastic fingers into the children's window, and you have to hold the curtains Ducklings not to see a pale peaned face. Seeing the girl excited, the father took the decision in the morning to take the doll back to the museum. Marina was put in bed, but after a few hours the parents ran again to the nursery to the noise and cries of the child. This time the picture looked quite very much: the balcony door was open, Marisha stands on the bed, clasped his hands with his hands, like a shield, and on the floor lies the mannequin, on the head of which a parrot is beating a beak on the head painted face. Find out what exactly happened in the room, so no one could, the child was calmed down and got to sleep towards parents, the parrot barely pulled off the doll and planted into a cage, where he was still screamed and tried to get out, Wranting beak. The mannequin Igor took the same night on the garbage, since the face and head of the dolls were disgusting to the bird beyond recognition. Peace returned to the family only after a while. The fear was forgotten, Marina again moved to sleep in the nursery, and Yasha was released from the cage. The girl's relationships and the parrot became still warmer - now the bird slept exclusively on the back of a cot, as guard, without leaving the post until the morning. And when Igor's sister returned after the end of the repair behind the pet, Marina has staged a real scandal, barricaded in a nursery with a parrot and said that he would not give to Yasha or he would leave after him to live to aunt. As a result, the bird left the girl, and Igor's sister promised to compensate for the loss by paying the summer vacation.

Tangerine

It so happened that the whole family had gone to a barbecue at my mother's dacha that day. My husband, having carefully bundled up our son, left, leaving me alone with my cat, Tangerine, and the chickenpox. It was so upsetting—there are simply no words.

I spent the whole day sniffling, upset with my husband. In the evening, I finally decided to get out of bed and watch a movie—I needed something to occupy myself with. I downloaded the French version of the musical "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and, having made a bunch of sandwiches, settled down in front of the computer.

Twenty minutes later, I heard a strange creaking sound on the balcony, like a fork being scraped across a plate. Goosebumps ran down my spine. I went to the window and saw Tangerine freezing on the balcony. Naturally, I hurried out and took him away. But as I entered the room, I heard my beloved cat meowing in the kitchen. What was that in my arms then?! Looking down, I realized in horror that I was holding nothing...

Grabbing the cat, I ran to the bathroom. I tried to calm down, blaming it all on my overactive imagination. I called a friend and asked her to come over immediately. And then I heard someone scratching at the door with nails. The little mandarin bristled and snorted. I cried, covering my ears. It scratched for another five minutes—the most excruciating five minutes of my life. Then there was a sharp thud, and everything went quiet.

Soon my friend arrived. Choking with tears, I told her briefly what had happened. We searched the entire house together, but the second cat was still missing. But there were claw marks on the bathroom door. Clearly not a cat's.

Mom is looking for me

 x Not so long ago in one of the Moscow region private houses there was an emergency. The structure burned down the ground, leaving after himself only a bunch of ashes and the smell of Gary. Everything happened so quickly that the fire brigade had left only to slightly alleged the wooden fence on which the flame spread. For several days they tried to establish the cause of the fire, and after the official statement was made that the house was burned as a result of the non-accurate handling of the gas stove. Among difficult distinct remnants resembling a homogeneous black mass was discovered notepad in a thick leather cover. Upon incredible accidents, the fire did not hide yellow sheets of paper, but only charred discover edges. The contents of the notepad after a couple of days was published on one of the little-known news sites. The one who placed the record introduced himself as one of the members of the fire brigade, but did not name his name. Chev is just a few hours, the recording was removed. A, after some time, the site itself stopped working and does not work with the day. March 30, 2014 All night I listen to the mother cough from the bedroom of the parents. Dad went into the kitchen several times, water. But mom does not get better. Now everything is silent and I finally can sleep. Tomorrow is a hard school day, you need to get enough sleep. March 31, 2014 a doctor came today. Long stayed in the mother's room, and after something loudly swore with dad. Dad ordered me to sit at myself and not go out. When everything was aged, Dad went to my room and said that the doctor was left. He hugged me and we sat all the evening together, watched cartoons. He said that Mom would soon recover. April 1, 2014 Dad woke a few minutes before the alarm clock. He behaved strange. He said that I can not go to school today. Dad said that Mom got sick and that it is better not to disturb. We have breakfast, and after he allowed to play my computer. Himself went to the bedroom to mom. Some kind came, but I tried not to pay attention to it. In the evening we went to walk with dad. He was very silent. Constantly shuddered with loud sounds. When I tried to ask how my mom was doing, he immediately translated the topic. When I asked the last time - she scraped me. April 2, 2014 in the morning I woke up because my dad stands opposite my bed and looks at me intently. I was very frightened. He began to ask if I did not go to the mother's room. Long asked the same question. Making sure that I was not there - I fed up with breakfast and sent to school. I noticed a white spot on his temple. As if he sends. Dad behaves very strange. I'm scared. Returning from school and having lunch, I went to learn lessons. Dad left a note that he went to the store. Passing by the doors of their bedroom, in the slit below I saw a moving shadow. This mom goes around the room. Probably she is already becoming better, but I have not yet visited her. Dad said that it is not necessary to disturb her. Later he returned. In the evening we dined, and after again we watched cartoons together. He is not so thoughtful. Only hands are shaking. 3 April 2014 I woke me some scream. I did not even understand who shouted, as he broke out, it was worth a sitting position. Outside the window is still dark, I do not know how long it is. I got out of bed, I wanted to look out, but did not have time to walk to the door, as dad entered. Pale and with a crazy look. He kept one hand behind his back, as if something was hidden. I'm starting to fear him. Tried me to go to bed on and left. I never fell asleep. When Rawed and the alarm clock, finally, rang, got up and went washed. Dad houses were not. Passing by their bedrooms, again saw the shadow below. Why doesn't mom lies, since she is sick? From the room comes some kind of metal clamge and clicks. Wanted to look. Already took the door handle and gathered to open how cotton came from the hallway. This dad returned from the store. He has something with his hand, she is bandaged. Dad said he fell. He has a very tired look, as if he did not sleep at night. I won't know him. Breeding against a breakfast, went to school. Returning home, I saw my dad walled something to the house. Something wrapped in a black package. Seeing me, he hurried inside. There is a strange house. The smell as if iron. Dad is having a house and whispers something under his nose. I do not respond at me. Even when I cried, just passed by. Today we are without dinner. I learned lessons, went to bed. When will mom get better? April 4, 2014 dad woke. Outside the window is dark. I first see how he cries. He ordered to go wash and take a shower. Upon returning on my bed I was waiting for a dress I put on holidays. My dad answered my questions that I finally can see mommy. Mom was hungry and I can feed her. I was delighted. He took her notebook to show his records to mom. When I got dressed, Dad approached, took me by the hand and led in their room. On the way, I remembered that in the refrigerator lies ice cream and decided that it was necessary to treat mommy. I wanted to go to the kitchen, but Dad did not tear my hands. Now already, tightly holding, he dragged me. I became very scary. I cried, but he was still. Going to the door, he sank to one knee in front of me. He said: "Sunny. Be gently with mommy, she is still sick. But now you feed it and she will definitely be better. " He opened the door, with force pushed me into the room and closed the door behind my back. I fell and, rising, immediately turned face to the door, shouting with the dad that he forgot to give me food. But in response only the father of the cry, resembling some kind of howl. It smells so unpleasant here. "Mom?" I asked. Somewhere in the other end of the room, behind the bed, the sounds of motion, accompanied by a metal clagging, which I heard before was heard. "Mom?" - I repeated. Silence. By holding the nose with one hand, I took a step along the wall and, spinning the switch, clicked them. The light was lit for only a second. That was enough so that I finally saw my mother. She stood a few meters from me and pulled me with blood wrapped with blood. Her neck was fastened to a dog collar, who dug into her neck with sharp spikes. From the collar to the wall pulled a thick metal chain, which did not give her to reach me. Now it is clear that I heard the sound from this room. Her eyes ... It was not my mom's eyes. Red blood poured, mad, filled with hatred and malice. The mouth was also a puffy blood. When she opened his lips, I saw the long, sharp, thin, missing teeth. They have made loud clicks, looking straight at me. I finally understood. Mamochka food - stands right in front of her. Elegant, in the dress. From fear, I backed up and lowered my eyes. On the floor, the ablosted remains of some kind of dog and the doctor, which came to us a few days ago. Near the ticks and the elbow sharp teeth. I think the daddy thus tried to cure mom. I think he did not succeed. Mom is very hungry. As I said, just a couple of seconds, as Mom waved his hand and hurt the chandelier. Together with the ringing glass, the room was plunged into the dark. In the dark, from which it often sounded with a clicked teeth. I fell on my knees and tried to satisfied from here. Shardings dug and cut my knees, but I did not feel pain. The door was locked. Dad locked me here. I crawled to the side until I bounted in the closet. Their room was a huge wooden wardrobe. Having opened it, I crawled inside and closed the door behind him. After some time, clicks stopped. April 4, 2014 (a few clock later) I sit in the closet. I listen to heavy mom's breath. Ringing chains. I know she is trying to free themselves. On the street is already light. Through the slot opens a small overview on the door to the room. She opened with a quiet creak, and dad entered the room. With his appearance, clicks again rang. Mommy is very hungry. Dad is trying to talk to her. He asks why she does not get better, why is it still hungry? He murmured her daughter. He quit me! Mom does not answer anything, only clicks his teeth and makes hoarse sounds, resembling the growl of the dog. I feel the smell of gas. Dad asks her forgiveness and says that this is the only way out. I realized what he wants to do. At that moment there were some kind of noise. Dad fell on his back, and mommy attacked him. So she still managed to free himself. She begins to think his face and body. With ease of breaking the flesh and separates bones from each other. I restrain my best to scream. I know what will happen to me if I scream. Suddenly, mom shuddered and froze. She raised her head and looked around. I think something terrible happened. Mom remembered that somewhere in the house I should be. Without climbing his feet, on hand and legs, she swung out the room. And I sit in this wardrobe and write. It's good that my notebook is with me. I hear mom runs around the house and clicks his teeth. She is looking for, not knowing where I am, but knowing that I am somewhere nearby. Maybe she depletely me? The smell of gas became completely sharp. Next to the dishonored father's body lies his lighter, which he never had time to light. I think I will succeed. This entry ends on this. Under the wreckage found two bodies. Bodies belong to a man and a girl. The body of the woman was not found.

A boy in an apartment

I'm 24 years old. Until recently, I was supported by my parents, but just two weeks ago I got a job in my field and rented a two-bedroom apartment. Since I live alone, I don't limit myself in any way. As for sleep, I go to bed whenever the mood strikes me. I usually get 4-5 hours of sleep a day, no more. I don't use drugs, nor do I drink alcohol. Let's move on to the incident that happened to me two days ago.

It was around 4 a.m., and I was listening to music and, without realizing it, I fell asleep. However, I couldn't get a good night's sleep because my head was splitting. My headphones were playing melancholy music, and at one point I thought I heard children's laughter. I took them off. My head was tingling, and all I could hear was the soft music coming from the headphones.

 I usually turn off all the lights when I don't need them—and that time, they were all out. I decided to go get some water in the kitchen. I walked into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks: I could clearly hear a child's laughter in the apartment, and the silhouette of a boy of about five appeared in the darkness before me. At first, I chalked it up to hallucinations due to lack of sleep, but after standing there for a few more minutes, I realized that wasn't the case: I could clearly see him now, and he had stopped laughing and was looking at me with such an imperturbable gaze that it gave me goosebumps. I asked him how he got there, but got no answer. I opened the front door and told him to come out. The boy left silently. I decided it was best to forget about this strange incident—it would be better to go and lie down.

When I returned to the living room, the boy was sitting on the floor again!

I was dumbfounded. I ran to the peephole and looked through it at the entrance hallway – there was no one there, although the boy couldn't have left in those few seconds. I turned around – and there he was, standing right behind me, silently piercing me with his gaze! He looked like he was disabled or mentally retarded – something about him was off. I thought I'd die of fear. Out of my mind, I picked him up, ran screaming to the balcony, and threw him down. The boy didn't resist, didn't make a sound.

I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio – I felt safer that way. I was clearly in a state of shock and couldn't think straight. I ended up simply collapsing on the couch and watching every TV show in a row. This went on for about two hours. Then I finally decided to go downstairs, but I still couldn't find the boy or any traces of blood on the pavement below my window.

Two days passed. Now I'm trying again to convince myself that I imagined the whole thing because I lacked sleep. Although I know that's unlikely—the boy looked absolutely real. But I feel better thinking that way...

Small family apartment

They say ghosts are a dime a dozen in our city of Yakutsk. People regularly tell scary stories at the table about "abasy" (evil spirits) who haunt people's lives. I didn't believe in ghosts. Absolutely not. And I just laughed at such stories. They made no impression on me. But one day, my impenetrable materialism couldn't stand the test of life and started leaking.

It was like this: I urgently needed to rent an apartment. And so, a small family apartment turned up. You know, probably those buildings that look like anthills: nine floors crammed with tiny apartments. The Lilliputian square footage was plenty for one person, and the crowded atmosphere didn't bother me, still a student at the time. Besides, this small family apartment was almost in the city center; the church was visible from the window—a pastoral landscape, and it was cheap, like something out of a fairy tale. It was rented out to a young family who, for some reason, chose to live with their parents instead, which is odd in itself. That's where I should have been wary. Besides, I knew that the neighborhood was built on an old cemetery, of which only that church remained. But, carefree and content, I moved into the apartment. All I had was a folding bed, a table, and a couple of chairs. I settled in, painted a funny rabbit in watercolor on the bathroom door, and hung curtains. Basically, I tried to create a cozy atmosphere.

One strange thing came to light: the apartment's windows faced south, meaning it should be absolutely scorching in the summer. But in reality, even on the hottest day, it was as cold as a crypt. On the very first night, I woke up to a terrible snoring sound from under the folding bed. I thought: "Oh, how can you hear the neighbors through the wall!" It wasn't until the morning that I realized there weren't neighbors behind that wall, but the street, since the apartment was a corner apartment. And the closest neighbors were across the room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. So their snoring couldn't be heard.

I was surprised, but that was all. A few days later, I was even more surprised: in the middle of the night, I heard the patter of bare feet, like a child running around. I woke up. The water was running in the bathroom, and wet footprints appeared on the floor. They appeared in a chain and then disappeared. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I couldn't think of any explanation other than that it was a dream. So I turned away and fell asleep.

When the nights grew dark toward the end of summer, a real creepiness would creep in towards evening. For some inexplicable reason, I would become terrified to the point of shivering. I started sleeping with the light on. Soon, the light broke. I called an electrician, and they fixed the wiring. The next day, it broke again. I called the electricians again. Soon they were coming to my place five times a week. I'm not exaggerating. I was furious: what kind of craftsmen are you, I said, that you can't fix it once and for all! "The wiring always breaks in a different place!" they justified themselves.

Then a friend stayed with me for a week. After the very first night, she said, "You should probably sprinkle the apartment with holy water or something. The faucets were opening and closing by themselves all night, and the child was running around the apartment. It's scary, how can you live here alone?"

And there was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Naked, without any lampshades or fixtures. Well, as soon as Zhenya spoke up, it fell. The cord it was hanging from snapped in the middle, as if someone had yanked it with all their might and tore it apart. When the electricians came to fix it, they laughed at Zhenya and I, apparently swinging on that cord like monkeys.

We immediately went to church, got some holy water, and sprinkled it all over the apartment, every wall, every corner, while reciting the "Our Father." And you know what? It became easier to breathe. For about three days. For three days, there was silence, the lights didn't break, the water didn't turn on, no one snored or stomped around at night. And then it all started again with a vengeance. And the remaining holy water in the cleaned jar turned moldy. By the way, I've checked: my mother's holy water, collected from the tap on Epiphany, has been standing for years, and it's been fine.

After Zhenya left, it became impossible to stay in the apartment at night. Especially in the kitchen. Going in there in the dark for no apparent reason was downright creepy.

 So, it all ended like this: one evening, I forgot my bag in the kitchen. I didn't go back for it until nightfall. In the morning, I discovered a child's handprint on it, missing one finger. No amount of cleaning products would wash it off.

I didn't spend another night there. I quickly rented a room, moved my things, and gave the keys to the owners. They, by the way, didn't even bother to ask why I had fled their apartment so hastily.

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

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 Valery Stepanovich sat in the kitchen and waited for a hemp. It was nauseous to live outside the gloom, the merciful hiding the poverty of his beggar apartment: moldy walls, dirty floor, stool chairs, a sticky table with sucks to it with cockroachasmi drums. Valery Stepanovich was bent the confidence. Mockery caricature of his own helplessness. It was difficult for him to walk, and stand - even harder, so even wash a huge effort to wash one plate. He would be happy to hire a housewife, but a storm disabled allowance was hardly enough for bread, which bought a compassional neighbor for him. She also endured garbage bags that Valery Stepanovich barely dotatic to the entrance door, but never offered to help with cleaning. Valery Stepanovich knew why. In the apartment stood disgusting SMRArad. The source of him was Valery Stepanovich himself. Hands listened to him even worse than the legs, so attempts to wash out turned into a painful procedure that occupied the whole day. On such a feat, he decided only once a few months. Anyway, he could not scrape the smell of non-extent from its aging body. He could not get used to this vony, could not get used to his current life. Only darkness facilitated her ability to easily. Valery Stepanovich loved the darkness. Loved from ornamental years. How well dreamed in it, how it was easy to forget the care, who gave it to the day! Only in the evening, in silence and loneliness, when the whole world was finally released from the fuss, the soul of Valery Stepanovich acquired peace. Schoolboy, he moved to the darkness of the exploits and adventures, in the student years of the darkness accompanied his impulses of inspiration, when the heart sang poems about the love and beauty of life, and later the darkness became the only one A tool to learn away the fatigue after the working day and put in order to the void thoughts. Several times the darkness served him a salvation. Maybe not life, but for sure, - when he was hidden in dark corners from a local spline or rabbish drunkards. Yes, darkness was his friend. But why was she so cruel to others? Mother Valeria Stepanovich worked at the factory. Once she dropped a fountain pen, and she rolled into a dark corner. Of course, she was known in which deplorable state is the factory equipment, but in the dark it did not see the bare wires. Valery Stepanovich buried his mother when he was 12 years old, and his father was much later, being an adult married man. Father went from the forest, with heavy canices, full of spring water. That was the first numbers of March, when the cold just retreated, but it was still early. Maybe, in the afternoon, in the world, he would notice how with a hard land he moved to a thin ice of the lake, he was lined with snow ... Valery Stepanovich went from Moscow to his own outback on the funeral, Leaving the house of a young pregnant wife. In the same evening he was laid on another terrible news. The wife went to the store for milk - and slipped on the stairs at the entrance. Wife saved. The child is not. Valery Stepanovich wished the deaths of the bastards that doused the staircase with some slippery rubbish, but in the depths of the soul, something was imposed. Because he remembered that on their floor for several days as a lamp burned out, and in the evenings there was a non-fringe darkness. Wife left for a long time from shocks. But a few years later, Valery Stepanovich was still a happy father. The born boy was healthy and strong, and his eyes turned blue, like the late grandfather. With these eyes, the son was noticed by much, which eluded the others, and then deftly endured his observations into the album for drawing. Later, these children's cards replaced the sad canvas. The life of Valery Stepanovich acquired the status of measured and reliable. The dark events of the past years were gradually forgotten. Peaceful troubles and family life have already become a mental stronghold, which nothing can destroy. Alas. It seems that the son inherited from Valery Stepanovich his misfortune. At the age of twenty, he survived the same grief that was overtaking his father at twelve. His mother died. In the dark. Through the loss of Valery Stepanovich again felt that the sick alarm, for the first time the colonous his heart for the first time. He understood that it was stupid to blame the darkness in the death of his wife, because any woman risks, returning home on the dark, late in the evening. His wife died from the hands of a man who was now rotted in one of the colonies of the strict regime, but still, nevertheless ... Still Valery Stepanovich could not remember that at least one person he would have met his death in the world's light. The exception was his son. Darkness deprived the young man's life as everyone else. She did slowly, perverted, climbing once to his eyes. Doctors called the cause of shock from the death of a loved one and assured that it would be going through. Valery Stepanovich believed them. He already guessed that they were mistaken - but it was no longer anything else. A few years later, the son completely lost sight. And with the vision - everything else. From the small years, he was preparing to become an artist. But what is an artist without an eye? Useless cripple, capable only hanging a stone on the neck of the father. The son was a proud person. Not from those that can accept such a position. He died, stepped from the 18th floor of the day of broad day. But Valery Stepanovich knew that at the time of the death of the son surrounded the darkness. Once the son asked him: "Dad, really, in my eyes, will it always be dark? .." What ... Valery Stepanovich understood his son. They were always like him. Death seemed enough reasonable way out. And Valery Stepanovich decided that he did not circulate. He was a man organized, judicial. As in any case, here he provided everything to the smallest detail. Without a fuss, passed through the nearest forest, looked at the most deserted place. There, I also found a suitable tree with a large and strong branch that grew up with a side of the trunk. With the choice of rope, she also did not hurry - she said everything they were in the construction market. The day also chose not immediately. Poddaal the middle of the working week, the gloomy autumn Thursday, when the forest will definitely be free from unwanted witnesses. But still went only in the evening, through the selected twilight. It seemed to him to meet death in the dark, as it happened to everyone he loved. Valery Stepanovich was easily found the chosen tree, attached a high stool, which captured from the house, he pounded the rope and had already prepared to see his son, his wife, mother with dad. But no. Darkness saved Valeria Stepanovich even against his own will. Two elderly mushrooms were diverted on the dark forest and completely accidentally went there, where in the world day the step would not go. Straight to the tree Valeria Stepanovich. They saved him exactly at the moment when the lack of air was already sufficiently drained the brain Valery Stepanovich, making it from it a nickned disabled. Ischemic stroke almost deprived him of the opportunity to move, and, therefore, the second chance on a light escape from life. That's then Valery Stepanovich understood. Only after no dim, he realized that his sympathy for the dark could have been mutual. However, the darkness showed feelings in his own way: with Babiye Jealous, represented, not wanting to give away to others, it did not want to let it be for Valery Stepanovich, but it seems that his old girlfriend achieved his own. Because here it, immobilized and helpless, slowly rotches in his apartment, where only the darkness allowed to forget about what is now Valery Stepanovich. He squeezed the intersecting bitter tea and wrinkled when the mouth was drowned in his mouth. From somewhere, the peaceful sounds of the sacrificing city were heard: laughter of children and screams of their mothers, the beeps of cars, Voronene wheezes. And the two-room tomb of Valery Stepanovich continued to rest in silence. For a moment he even seemed that he was finally alone. It was a pleasant, but deceptive feeling: the sky outside the window was all thick, the shadows became longer, and the darkness slowly chose everything closer. xxxx