Perhaps there is no person on earth who, at least once in his life, has not encountered an inexplicable phenomenon. One, for example, met the spirit of a deceased ancestor, the second saw a flying saucer with his own eyes, and the third collided with a ghost. But some lucky ones are the luckiest: they get a rare opportunity to communicate with otherworldly forces almost daily. I want to tell you about one of such cases.
Miracles begin
Once I was invited to visit by old acquaintances. The family is like a family, the most ordinary one, except for one thing - it was literally terrorized by a malicious reel. According to the household, this impudent tenant arranged one Skoda after another: either out of nowhere he smashed the ashtray, then he threw all his coats on the floor in the hallway, then he knocked on the radiators in the middle of the night. But most of all, as the owners said, he loved to play pranks when new people came. To be honest, I was eager to see this whole circus with my own eyes.
For 2 hours, while we were talking peacefully, the noisy spirit did not make itself felt. The owner, a big fan of preference, called his neighbor and offered to paint the bullet. We agreed with pleasure. The game was in full swing, when the hospitable hostess invited us to have tea in the kitchen, as you refuse. We had some tea, chatted, then returned to the living room - it was there that a surprise awaited us: a sheet of paper with a neatly drawn bullet disappeared. We searched the whole room - the sheet fell through the ground! Suddenly the sound of pouring water was heard from the bathroom.
Everyone rushed there. And what? The bath was half filled with water, and a sheet of paper with our bullet was floating on top.
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This, apparently, did not seem enough to Barabashka. Before we knew it, something fell into the kitchen. We run in there - cutlets are lying on the floor, and a cigarette is pressed into one of them. The couple just shrugged their shoulders: they did not smoke. Neighbor too. Everyone looked at me. I had a pack of Java in my coat. I got it out. Indeed, one cigarette was not enough. Gee! While we were discussing what had happened, I kept the owner's cat on my lap. Suddenly Murka flew up into the air and fell to the floor with a plaintive “meow”. Then I could not resist and shouted, turning to someone unknown: “What did the cat do to you? I would have pity on the poor animal. In response, silence.
Already getting ready to say goodbye, he reached into his portfolio. Oh God! it is full of water. "All my documents are there!" - a whirlwind flashed through my head. Almost crying with frustration, I take out the papers - they are dry! After that I take it and tell me, I don’t know why: “Listen, you prankster, if you want - come with me. You will live with me."
Invitation accepted
Several days passed. And then one day I woke up in the middle of the night from an insistent knocking. I listened: someone was rattling against the wall. But after all, in the house, except for me and my mother-in-law, who snores as much as possible in her room, there is no one! I couldn't knock myself! "Probably, it seemed, - I decided, - with whom does not happen?" I turned over on the other side to sleep as soon as possible. Where there! Knock again! I walked around the house, but naturally I did not find anyone. After about an hour, the strange noise stopped by itself and I fell asleep.
The next night, the same story. Then I realized that Barabashka had accepted the invitation and moved in with me. Well, it's his own fault who pulled the tongue.
A strange friendship
Often on Saturdays my wife, daughter and mother-in-law played loto. Once again they settled down at the table and began to arrange the kegs. We look: one is missing. They searched the whole room - nowhere. I replaced the keg with a regular reel, but as soon as we got down to business - again lost! There is no keg with number 37. “Where could he go? - asks the mother-in-law. "I just saw him." I just threw up my hands. Do not admit in fact that a poltergeist has wound up in the house!
Soon my mother-in-law and her daughter moved to the dacha, my wife went on a business trip, and I was left alone at the farm. However, no, not alone - Barabashka was with me. This prankster did not let me get bored. Once I sit down at a typewriter, and he is already right there - banging on the wall. I endured, endured, but could not stand it. “How much,” I say, “can you misbehave? Can't you see: I'm busy. There will be time - I'll talk to you. Until then, let me work in peace. Believe it or not, he quieted down.
This is how our friendship began. From time to time I spoke to the poltergeist. In gratitude for this, he almost never smoked. Well, sometimes he will break a plate or two or hide something. But if, God forbid, I forgot about my guest, he immediately reminded of himself with some trick more serious: he would break, for example, the clock an hour ago or flood the bed with water. But as soon as I chided him, he immediately fell silent.
Sincere confession
Once I invited two friends to my house to while away the evening with cards. I bought two decks in advance. When they sat down at the table, he handed them to the players for verification. They printed the first deck, counted the cards - one is missing. They took another deck - the same thing. Friends stared at me questioningly. Like it or not, but in order to deflect suspicion from myself, I had to tell about my new neighbor. The friends silently listened to me and went home. They never came to see me again, and when they met they only greeted me dryly. So trust people with your secrets!
After this incident, I realized that Barabashka for some reason does not like gambling. Well, for the sake of my own peace of mind, I decided to completely abandon them. And he did the right thing! The noisy spirit calmed down, and over time I found that he had completely disappeared. To be honest, I was even a little sad: after all, I got used to his invisible presence in the house.
Last sorry
Several years passed, the poltergeist did not appear, but I did not forget my invisible friend …
Once I happened to go to Hungary on a business trip. One night I was attacked by insomnia. Until 3 o'clock I was tossing and turning in bed from side to side. In the end, I began to remember my home, relatives, I also remembered Barabashka …
Suddenly there was a distinct knock. “Is this my old friend? - flashed through my head. - Can not be! . But the knock was repeated. Yes, it was a poltergeist. Perhaps he decided to brighten up my loneliness. I got dressed and went out for a walk around the hotel.
The windows of slot machines invitingly glowed in the half-darkness of the hall. "Maybe try your luck?" - I thought, and felt a few forints in my jacket pocket. At random he walked up to one of the one-armed bandits, dropped a coin into the slot and pulled the handle. The machine hummed, and then, to my great amazement, a real ringing waterfall poured into the tray. I hit the jackpot!
So I have never been lucky in my life! I put the money in my pockets and headed to the bar to drink my luck and Barabashka. I had no doubt that it was his doing. Apparently, in this way he wanted to thank me for the memory of him. Alas, this was his farewell salute. After that, he disappeared and never made itself felt again. It's a pity…
Journal: Steps of the Oracle. Author: Sergey Barsov