This happened two years ago, on the so-called Halloween - October 31st.
My friend and I were 16 years old. We were thirsty for adventure, so this autumn evening we sat on a bench near my house and talked about what to do. Marina offered to go to the cemetery, but I rejected this idea, so it took a whole 40 minutes to get to it. And she added: "It's better to take a walk near the morgue …" So an idea appeared in our heads.
There was an old hospital 500 meters from my house, and on its territory there was a morgue. This place has become dear to us for a long time. Every morning we met near him and went to school. And what to do? Do not bypass the same.
In half an hour we were already standing near a small white one-story building with a sign "Morgue of forensic medical examination". I was wearing a white sheet, and a candle was burning in my hands. My long black hair and my naturally pale face complemented the look. Marina stood opposite me with a video camera and giggled:
“Vika, generally tough! If I saw you at night, in the cemetery, I would die of fear."
Our plan was this: Marina hides in the bushes, and as soon as someone walks along the road to the morgue, she drops me a call on the phone, and then I go out in my outfit - all this is filmed on camera.
Our first victims were two guys, 13 years old. Seeing me, they ran in the opposite direction, screaming and screaming. Then some drunk - at the sight of me, he simply crossed himself and backed away with crazy eyes. Next is a group of teenagers. They were frightened at first, but then they saw through me and, laughing, went on.
It was almost dark outside. Nobody walked for about 20 minutes. We began to get tired of Marina calling here. I fold. I go out and look - a guy is walking three meters away from me. Saw me - zero reactions. I was already scared myself. Then he came up to me and asked:
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- What are you doing here?
- Can't you see? I scare people.
- The most not scary?
- No, not at all.
… Our dialogue lasted about ten minutes. During this time, I learned that his name is Andrey, he lives not far from me, and that he would like to see me again. I saw his face in the candle flame. I especially remember his blue eyes. They were so attractive that all this time I stood as if enchanted and could not look away. He wrote down my mobile number and, saying goodbye, left. My friend, jumping out of the bushes, ran up to me with questions about this guy. I told her everything, and we went to her house to watch our movie masterpiece. During the viewing, it turned out that a silhouette from the morgue window was watching us all the time and that when this guy came up to me, noise appeared in the recording, and then it turned off completely. We attributed the silhouette to the pathologist, and the interference - to the solid experience of the video camera.
The next day, returning from school with Marinka, we noticed a small crowd of people near the morgue. They all stood in black robes. It wasn't hard to imagine what they are doing here. A small minibus was parked near the morgue. Passing by, I looked through his front glass and there I saw a photo framed with a black ribbon. I recognized those eyes in the photo! At that moment, a chilling horror pierced me, and without saying anything to my friend, I hurried home. At home, having come to my senses a little, I attributed everything to "glitches", to the fact that I did not get enough sleep today, and in general he is not the only person in the world with such eyes. After drinking valerian, I fell asleep.
I woke up about 22 hours. There was no one in the apartment. Dad has a night shift, my sister went to sleep with the guy. I made myself some tea and sat down at the computer. About half an hour later the phone rang.
The display flashed "The number is classified".
It's strange … I picked up the phone, said: "Hello," - but I did not hear anything in response.
“Maybe someone was wrong with the number,” I thought, pressing the red button.
A minute later the phone rang again, and again silence reigned in the receiver. I dropped again. And so 5 times … Then I decided to completely turn off the phone. For some time everything was calm, as here, already at midnight, the doorbell rang. I went to the door, looked through the peephole, but no one was there. Then I felt uneasy. Calls first, then this! Who would think of joking like that at 12 at night ?! I was already all on the nerves. I decided to turn on the phone and call my sister. But for some reason she did not pick up the phone … Meanwhile, the doorbell rang again. I took a knife from the kitchen (what if thieves) and went to open it.
Looking through the peephole, I again did not find anyone.
Then the phone rang. That same classified number. I picked up the phone, and this time I heard someone breathing on the other end of the line. It pissed me off. I began to shout into the phone:
“What a stupid joke ?! We got it already …"
I was already on the verge of hysteria. Oddly enough, after I spoke out, my phone immediately turned off. And no matter how later I tried to turn it on - to no avail.
No one rang the doorbell anymore, and the cell phone only turned on in the morning. By the way, that guy never called.