This terrible story happened to me when I was fourteen years old. Usually I spent all my time alone with myself, since I was never a sociable person. Without exaggeration, I explain that I had only one close friend, Tanya. But she was not only friends with me. In addition to me, she had two more close friends, Dima and Roma, who often found themselves in various extreme situations.
One evening the four of us went for a walk. At that time there was a summer vacation, and we went to the Pechersky forest park, which is located within the boundaries of our small town. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we realized that we had to go home. Our phones were bursting with calls from worried parents. So we hurried to the bus stop. Dima suggested that we take a shortcut by turning left. We followed him obediently. It was dark outside and rather cool. After about a few minutes we came across gloomy crosses and gravestones.
"Cemetery!" I yelled.
- What do you want? If I had not suggested that you turn left, then it is not known how much we would have had to walk to the stop! - Dima made excuses to us.
- Do we have to go through it? - Tanya whispered in fright.
- Unfortunately, we have no other choice! - Roma sighed doom.
We had no choice but to open the cemetery gates and walk along the dark alley of the dead. When we entered the cemetery, I shivered and grabbed my friend's hand tightly. The boys followed us. A piece of pale, icy Moon bleakly illuminated some of the tombstones, creating bizarre, frightening shadows on them. Every rustle or extraneous sound made me flinch. Suddenly, beautiful chanting was heard nearby. The voice belonged to the girl.
- Just listen! - Tanya shuddered.
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- Yes, I can hear it too! - I confirmed and realized that she was not crazy.
- In my opinion, this song sounds somewhere very close! - Roma began to look around to understand where this wonderful sound was coming from.
And then we came to one of the old graves, located right next to the spruce. Dima turned on the flashlight mode on his mobile phone to see the photograph on the monument. We saw a beautiful long-haired young girl who at first glance was no more than eighteen years old. I felt completely creepy. Nausea rolled up to my throat, and a chill ran down my legs.
- Listen, guys, let's go to the exit, something is wrong here! - I got nervous.
Dimka directed the flashlight forward so that we could better make out the road to the exit. But when he accidentally dedicated a lantern to the very tree located near the girl's grave, I screamed loudly. The ghost of that girl depicted on the monument looked directly at me with lifeless eyes. Her hair was blowing in the wind. She continued to hum. Her voice was in tune with the coming night.
- Oh my God! - shouted Tanya.
We, like crazy, rushed to the exit. At this moment, more than anything else, I was afraid to turn around. We ran nonstop until we reached a bus stop.
I no longer go to cemeteries, even during the daytime. And we have remembered the singing of a beautiful girl for all our lives.