It happened in the distant 1990, somewhere in winter. I was 31 years old. At that time I worked as a teacher in the Children's Home (there were children up to 3-4 years old). We worked in shifts, day-night, two days at home. The shift usually went out with the same people. There were only 4 groups in the Baby House, two on the first floor and two on the second.
My group was on the second floor. That night there were four of us, as always, three teachers and one nurse. They started their shift at 20 o'clock. We checked all the doors and bolted the main front door. There were no nannies on the night shift, so they did all the dirty work themselves.
In my group, the children were small. As usual, having given the children the evening kefir to drink, I started washing and putting the children to sleep. After putting the children to bed, I went to the bathroom to rinse the diapers. While in the bathroom, because of the noise of the water, I heard steps and a voice, as it seemed to me, of a teacher from the group opposite.
I went out, looked around - no one was there. But I can clearly hear the receding steps. I follow the steps into the group opposite, I go in, I see the teacher at the table, who was writing plans, bending over the table. At this moment, I understand that she could not call me and even more so go ahead of me. I slowly sat down on the highchair …
I don’t know what was written on my face, but Valentina (she was 20 years older than me) asked: “What happened?”. I answered her question with a question: "Have you come to me now?" The answer followed: "No" … And at that moment, heavy male steps followed the door I entered. We both turned our heads towards the door and, not seeing anyone, Valentina shouted: "Who is there?" Unexpectedly for us, the answer followed: "Who, who …"
We jumped out after the steps onto the landing - no one! Just stomping steps down the stairs!
The four of us gathered on the staircase of the second floor, next to the phone and discussing what to do and how to proceed, suddenly heard the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, which was on the first floor, and again, heavy sighs "Who, who …".
On the verge of a nervous breakdown, they dialed 02. The police arrived quickly, checked the entire building inside and walked around the outside along the perimeter. NO ONE! Only, in the kitchen, the lid was on the floor, and the pans were overturned.
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Soon, or rather in October 1990, we were announced that the Children's Home would be closed for reorganization, and we were all left without work. Apparently, Brownie warned us about this!
Author: Lyudmila