Recently, things in my apartment started to disappear again. This has already happened, and I know perfectly well whose tricks it is.
I cannot be called neat, but I always throw wardrobe items and necessary little things in the same places. And the home is not such a mansion to accidentally lose something for a long time.
The brownie again became more active, and this fact is not at all happy.
Our ancestors flirted with the brownie, pleased him in every possible way, loved him. When the family moved to a new place, she always took the keeper of the hearth with her. The journey of the virtual pet was accompanied by the corresponding rites, conspiracies and sentences.
In another house, the householder was given complete freedom of action, he chose a warmer place, and settled in a new hut.
Modern man has no time to dance with domestic wickedness. And is it there, this ancient living creature in high-rise buildings, exclaims an incredulous reader. We are used to thinking that in a noisy anthill, which does not fall asleep even at night, there is no one except real neighbors, but this is not so.
Household spirits have not gone anywhere, they just adapted to the new habitat, lurked for the time being. Periodically, they make themselves felt by rustles, knocks, strange sounds or, in my case, kleptomania.
To see a brownie or hear his hooting, similar to the sounds of a disgruntled owl among our ancestors was considered not good. Ideally, a house pet that should not be visible. When he feels good, he does not make himself felt, but if the owner and his loved ones are in danger, the keeper of the hearth warns the household about future troubles. So the legends say. Now you understand why I don't like this neighborhood too much!
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They say that you can come to an agreement with the spirit, feed him, give him some things. Mine does not ask permission, takes whatever he likes. I have bought an air freshener several times in the last month. The previous bottle, literally, was dissolved along with all the contents. At first, I decided that the brownie didn't like the smell, well, his “sea freshness” didn't suit him. Okay, let's buy tropical flowers. Again, not that. As a reasonable person, I understand the absurdity of what is happening and my own actions, but I must somehow fight!
For some reason, it also seems to me that my brownie is feminine. He constantly takes combs, shower gels, and underwear into his world. Takes only what belongs to me, does not touch my husband's things. Or maybe he is masculine and thus expresses signs of attention to me ?!
For a long time he has not been naughty, I must say. Now I got to the cat. Constantly weighed her in the head and gave out savory slaps. The unfortunate animal only has time to turn: it shakes its paws in a funny way, inflates its whiskers and fluffs its tail. The parasite does not flirt with the dog. Despite her good nature, she can trample in a rush. But, from time to time I see how the dog looks at someone meaningfully with someone, sometimes it growls softly. Apparently, the brownie does not run the risk of entering into open confrontation.
At night, he also became more active. I distinctly hear cabinet doors creak and chairs move in the kitchen. Several times I boldly flew out of the room and turned on the light, hoping to catch the alien at the crime scene. But, alas, all my attempts ended in failure: the chairs in their places, the cabinets are closed. Am I really having auditory hallucinations?
Believe it or not, I even chased after him in the corners with a broom! She knocked, rustled with a broom and swore in bad words. None of the above techniques have given lasting results. The otherworldly scoundrel dies down for a while, then starts his games anew.
A friend advised me to make up: talk kindly, leave the sweets on the table, pour some milk. Yes, I myself know what to do in such cases. In no case do not go into frank conflict with the spirit of the house: he does not like when he is not respected, he begins to be rude even more.
Recently we went on vacation for a week. A friend was asked to feed the cat and the fish. She agreed. Every evening she wrote me reports on how the cat was doing and how well the aquarium inhabitants were behaving. Not a word about the brownie.
When we returned, I asked Natalya if someone had frightened her in our absence. A friend categorically said no. Silence reigned in the apartment and she did not notice anything otherworldly.
On the very first night after returning, the brownie began to be naughty again. He puffed distinctly, sniffled and stomped across the kitchen. No, this is not a dog, as you might think at first. Tired of a week-long outdoor recreation, she slept peacefully on the bed and did not even turn her ear. Only the cat anxiously and intently peered somewhere into the darkness.
Damn it, I thought irritably and spanked into the kitchen. She turned on the light, lit a cigarette and waited. Nothing. Silence.
I decided to talk.
- Well, what is wrong with you, pray? How much can you get me! You didn't play pranks while we were gone. I didn't scare Natasha, I didn't drive the cat. Why, as soon as I am in the house, you start hooliganism!
- Uuuu … … - Something in the area of the bathroom sobbed offended.
- What do you need? Go away! We're not going anywhere from here, you know. This is my home. Either we live peacefully, or you go to your neighbors!
Myself, understanding the absurdity of what was happening, I persuaded the invisible interlocutor to conclude a peace treaty. She spoke in a whisper so that her husband would not hear, otherwise he would not understand. Well, if only twirl a finger at the temple.
After completing the preventive conversation, I went to the refrigerator, took out milk, pulled out a saucer from the cabinet. Well, what the hell is not joking, it was time to perform the rite of reconciliation. Feeling like a character in a grotesque play, I asked the spirit to accept the gift and calm down.
She put the saucer on the table, turned off the light and went into the room. A few minutes later they heard someone smacking their lips and lapping milk. First glance at the chair - the cat is sleeping. The second - on the bed - the dog is sleeping! There were no hedgehogs in a city apartment. This brownie was drinking milk.
The next morning, my husband asked why I need so many air fresheners, do I collect them?
On the bathroom floor lay the missing bottles, every single one. But he never returned the combs and underwear. Apparently to keep the intrigue. Well, okay, the main thing is that I stopped openly hooliganism!