This story is interesting in that it is a kind of "mirror version" of the story called "Invisible roommate." In it we talked about an invisible evil spirit that settled in a Yakut family and bothered her in every possible way. Only this time in the center of the narrative will be the evil itself, into which for a while a random young rake, not burdened with the principles of high morality, has turned into.
This took place in the nineteenth century. An ordinary Yakut guy kept his way from one village to another, but did not calculate the time and was caught in the darkness in the middle of a dense forest. As if on purpose, a violent storm began: lightning flashed, rain poured as if from a bucket, and the wind began to bend the trees like grass. The traveler tried to hide under the dense branches of a large spruce, but the hurricane that rose was so strong that he instantly got wet to the skin and could no longer distinguish what was happening around.
Suddenly the young man felt his legs lifted off the ground and he was flying somewhere. Mentally saying goodbye to life, the unfortunate man shrank into a ball. However, after a while, the forces of nature retreated. Moreover, the wind somehow miraculously lowered the traveler directly onto the soft haystack in the village courtyard, without even injuring him on the way. Marveling at his luck, the guy rolled to the ground. There was such grace around, as if there had been no storm a minute ago. “Very strange,” the air traveler said to himself.
Is it easy to be an evil spirit
And in general, he had a feeling that something was wrong around him. The yard in which the guy found himself was somehow imperceptibly different from those in which he had been before. The starry sky overhead, it seemed, also had a somewhat strange look, and in general, from the surrounding reality, there was something unusual, alien to it. However, as far as the yard is concerned, it clearly belonged to a family with an average income and looked accordingly: a residential booth with burning windows and a smoking chimney, a barn, stalls with peacefully dozing cows, etc.
In general, the young man decided to put aside worried thoughts and pay a visit to the owners of the booth: maybe they will let him spend the night and feed him? Well, in the worst case, they will at least show you how to get to the village he needs … Straightening his clothes and hair, the traveler knocked on the door and entered.
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We were having dinner at the booth. There were three people at the table: an elderly couple and their daughter in their twenties. They all looked puzzled and ate in silence. When a random guest opened the door, it creaked loudly, and people turned around at once. The traveler greeted and, following the Yakut custom, asked how the hosts were doing. The spouses and the girl only looked at each other suspiciously and continued their meal. This greatly surprised the guest: why is his presence so obviously ignored? But then the old woman said:
- Did you see what black whirlwind fell on the haystack in the yard? Something is unclean here, it is not good.
“You better shut up,” her husband interrupted. “Don’t make up any nonsense.
And their daughter just flapped her eyelashes in fright. The newcomer decided to declare himself again:
- You have a guest, please pay attention to me.
The girl turned her head abruptly and looked directly at him.
- What happened, chick? - asked the mother excitedly.
- Yes so, - the daughter answered uncertainly, - some ringing in the ears.
"Why, they just don't see or hear me!" The guest understood with amazement. He approached the table, several times defiantly walked around it and even waved his hand in front of the owner's face. No reaction. Noticing a chair for guests in the corner, the guy pushed it to the table, took out a bowl from the shelf and, scooping up soup from a saucepan, began to eat with gusto. The whole family froze in horror, and only the old woman whispered in a trembling voice:
- She said that something unclean came to us. We've got an extra eater.
Having hastily cleared from the table, the household began to prepare for bed. The invisible guest, somewhat embarrassed by his own impudence, decided that he would quietly wait out the night on the sidelines, and leave at dawn. The owner put out the fire in the stove and lay down with his wife in the corner, and the girl fenced herself off with a screen in an impromptu boudoir.
Our hero, as you might guess, was not able to maintain prudence for a long time under the circumstances. Soon he began a new attack of adventurism, this time reinforced by the play of hormones. The guy carefully threw back the screen and made his way into the master's daughter's boudoir. The sleeping girl was so beautiful and defenseless, her seductive body was covered only by a nightdress!.. Considering that nothing could stop him, the uninvited guest fell on her …
The girl who woke up screamed so loudly that she probably woke up the whole village. Parents immediately ran up and began to calm down the crying daughter. The unsuccessful lover, frightened by the turmoil, rushed to the far corner. "Enough with us!" - said the old man decisively and left somewhere, and the frightened daughter remained in the care of her mother.
Casting out an evil spirit
The owner returned, accompanied by a local sorcerer. He was dressed in the traditional shamanic attire and held a tambourine in his hand. The master looked around the room and lingered at the very corner where the invisible guest had huddled. His heart sank involuntarily …
The ritual began. Sitting aside, the family watched the ritual dance in awe. The shaman chanted for a long time, and the invisible guest already began to chuckle to himself that, they say, the sorcerer could not cope with him … But from some moment every movement of the master, every blow to the tambourine began to cause an intolerable burning sensation inside the young and healthy body. The shaman said loudly:
- A terrible disaster befell your family! A disgusting devil of the underworld, an evil spirit has come to you to take your daughter to him, take her forcibly as a wife and eternally enjoy her torment! I see this creature! Here she is, sitting in the corner, drinking her hungry yellow eyes into a girl's chest! Woe to you! I cannot cope with an unclean spirit, so his terrible gaze blinds me!
The girl sobbed heartbreakingly, and her parents fell to their knees and began to beg the shaman to do at least something.
- Woe to you! The sorcerer continued to lament. - Can I resist the ancient power of that demonic land, where he came from ?! Forces of light, help me! Supreme Yuryung Aar Toyon, let me drive this vile entity to where it belongs! Get away, you creature! Go away!
Shouting this out, the shaman struck the tambourine three times with all his might and pointed his hand directly at the stunned "spirit". The blows fell on the hiding man like stones, and he lost consciousness.
And when he came to, he found that he was lying on his stomach, his hands covering his head, under the very spruce where he had hid from the weather the day before. The storm stopped, and only a light rain drizzled from the sky. The guy felt himself and made sure that he was safe. Rising to his feet, he wandered through the forest in deep thought, not understanding what had happened to him: was it a dream, or delirium, or did his soul really move somewhere for a while?
Over the years, this man became a drunken alcoholic. Having taken it on his chest, he invariably began to pester anyone on the counter and offered to listen to an amazing story about how he was "an unclean spirit." Nobody believed the bitter drunkard until one writer was found who listened to his outpourings and transferred them to paper. So this story has come down to our days.