As a child, I often saw all sorts of evil spirits, but no one believed me. We then lived in the Moscow region, in a two-room apartment of an ordinary four-story building. The parents slept in the living room. I had my own room, at first glance, sweet and cozy. At night, she turned into something terrible …
I remember the first time it happened. My parents said good night and left me alone. I lay there for a while trying to sleep. Then she turned over on the other side, opened her eyes and suddenly saw a black figure standing by my bed! I wanted to call for help, but I lost my voice from fear.
I pulled the blanket over my head and lay there for a long time, holding my breath. The next night another stranger came to visit me. It was an Indian! He also stood next to my bed, in his hand he held a sharp spear aimed at me.
It was very scary. This time I was able, as it seemed to me, to shout out quite loudly: "Mom!" Unfortunately no one heard me.
The most offensive thing was that my parents did not believe me.
“You’re imagining it,” they brushed aside.
One day I went to bed in the living room in my father's place - he was on night watch. Mom went into the bathroom. I lay quietly in bed. "They won't come here," I thought. But they came! They were two black pieces, frozen next to me. I immediately hid under the covers.
Lying in my parents' bed, even when there were ghosts nearby, was not so scary. I thought, "What if I really see everything?" - and decided to touch them. I pulled my hand out from under the blanket: "If everything seems to me, then I will not feel anything." But I felt - poked into something that to the touch resembles the flabby skin of a very elderly person …
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While we lived in that apartment, whom I had not seen only at night! Either a huge black head with a wide forehead and a tiny chin appeared in the window, now some small round creature rolled on the floor.
And once I clearly saw an old man passing from one wall to another. An old woman with a stick walked slowly behind him. At the same time, I heard her hook knocking on the floor.
Then we moved to another apartment and the visions stopped. As for the last apartment, it was said that the house was built on an old cemetery. Maybe this is the whole point?
Elena IVANOVA, Sterlitamak
