Now you can find many different scary stories about meeting ghosts and other evil spirits. I also decided to share with you a story that happened to me as a child. If not for one case, then I would not have remembered about her. But it so happened that many years later I had to return to the places of my childhood and wander into the village cemetery, where I found an old grave, and goosebumps ran down my spine, and the story itself came up before my eyes like I experienced it yesterday. But let's talk about everything in order.
So, it was many years ago, I was visiting my grandmother in the village, went to the forest, played with the puppy and did not even think about any horror stories. But this story turned my world upside down. One day I was sitting in the yard and, as usual, doing some very interesting and important business (watching ants) or something like that. And then an unfamiliar boy came up to the fence of my yard and began a conversation. It turned out that he lives next door, but I had never seen him before. Apparently we visited grandmothers with him at different times. Well, we got to know each other, began to play together, my new acquaintance began to come to me almost every day, but when my grandmother called me, he was in a hurry to leave, he categorically refused all my requests to visit.
Such behavior at that time did not seem strange to me, well, he was shy, I might not have gone to his house either, but he did not call me. In general, he was laconic and always sad, sometimes he looked longingly at the end of the street, there was a pond behind the village, but I was not allowed there, there were many pools in the pond and sometimes even whirlpools appeared. Often village animals died there, and sometimes people also drowned. My new friend often called me to swim in the pond, he was a little older than me and, according to him, his parents let him go to a small beach. I was terribly jealous of him then. After all, I was ordered to go there. Once I even had the idea of running away to the pond with my friend, and I even decided that tomorrow I would do this, because it was time to start an independent life, but the next day he did not appear.
Summer was passing quickly, the days were running one after the other, and now autumn was not far off. It was time to return to the city, and my parents came for me. They had to stay with my grandmother for several days, and we all had to return home together. It is clear that I could not go home without saying goodbye to my acquaintance, after all, we had to come to an agreement with him when we meet next year. But he hasn't appeared for 4 days. It was time to leave, I asked my grandmother if she knew the boy who lived next door to her, and asked permission to go to his house, because we played all summer together. Hearing this, my grandmother turned pale, and told my parents to take me away as soon as possible and go home. Then I could not understand the reasons for her anxiety, I understood her after many years.
Many years passed, I grew up, graduated from the institute, went to work, I forgot to think about that long history. And so I again came to my grandmother in the village, she was alive and in good health, but that summer she fell ill, and I decided to visit her. I stayed with her for a couple of weeks, she recovered, and I was about to go home, but she asked me to help at the cemetery, it was necessary to clean the graves of our relatives. Well, no sooner said than done, I went to the local churchyard and there I accidentally saw a small grave, it was all overgrown with grass, but a photograph was visible on the monument, and then goosebumps ran down my spine. From the photograph on the monument, my old acquaintance was looking at me. Coming closer, I saw the date of death, it turned out that he died several years before we met him. Frightened, I went homethe whole story of that summer rose before my eyes, and I remembered that pallor at my grandmother and her hasty sending us home. And I firmly decided to extort the truth from my grandmother.
It was then that I learned that this friend of mine was a neighbor's boy who lived in the village with his parents, and that he drowned in a pond. It turned out that I was not the first person to see him in the village; thanks to his appearances, several people drowned in that pond. That is why my grandmother was afraid for me in that distant summer, the most interesting thing is that after that story the restless deceased did not appear again.