Today I want to tell you a story that happened to me and my friend. It was a very long time ago, I was still studying in those years. So it was like this …
It was summer. As usual, my friend and I wandered around the village all day, and when evening came, we went to the river or to the mill in the field. Once my friend came up with such an idea. He offered to go to an old dilapidated house that stood on the outskirts of the village and examine it. I agreed and we went.
The house was wooden. It has long been abandoned. We easily climbed into the window and began to swarm among all the trash. Of course, it was clear that a lot of people had already been there before us, but still we hoped to find something interesting. Time passed quickly and it began to get dark on the street.
Vadik offered to climb into the attic and rummage there, what if we find something good. We did just that. We went out into the street and somehow climbed onto the roof of the back house extension. From there they were already able to reach the attic door. Opened and tumbled inside. Dust, spider webs and dirt. It was clear that we were the first there. A lot of rubbish was piled up and without waiting for complete darkness, we began to disassemble it.
It got completely dark on the street and I suggested leaving, while you could still see at least a little bit (to go down from there). And Vadik kept rummaging and rummaging and asked to wait. Suddenly the attic door opened and closed by itself. We certainly thought it was the wind, but when we heard footsteps, we were on our guard. Someone walked directly at us, but no one was there. Just the rustle of steps. It's like a man is walking, but there is no one. As if invisible.
Here we were completely dumbfounded from fear. We stand in the corner and do not breathe, but the steps are coming straight towards us. And here is a meter, another meter and another stop. Silence. We do not move. A minute passed and Vadik, screaming * run *, rushed to the attic door in panic. I follow him. We jumped out like a bullet. They did not climb off the roof, but jumped off. I don’t understand how they managed. Well, and rather run away from there.
… The next day we discussed this case for a long time, and Vadim suggested that we go to that attic again. Only I have already refused. And he himself didn't really want that (it was clear from him that he was joking). Here's a story. I myself do not understand how to explain this. What steps were they stomping towards us? Well, it didn't seem to both at once …
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