Two years ago, in the summer of 1917, I spent several nights in the old house of my acquaintances, in a village near Moscow. The house is like a house, old, unkempt. I was actually scared there at night, so I always carefully checked / rechecked before going to bed that all the hook locks on the doors were closed.
An ordinary evening, having poured over the day, I had supper, lay down in a small room, where I always slept, read a little on my tablet and fell asleep. And I must say that I locked myself like this: the door to the porch - one, the door to the kitchen - two and the door to the main living part - three, and the main part is a small zakut with a stove, and from it the entrance to two rooms - a large and a small where I slept. A room about ten meters, a window opposite the door, a table under the window and two beds against the walls. I sleep, through my sleep I hear and feel strong blows from below to the floor, such that the bed jumps, I wake up, I opened my eyes, I don't understand what it is. I hear - there is some kind of fuss at the porch, in the village at night there is complete silence, and steps are already in the house, very heavy and slow steps - the house shudders with each. I lie, my heart is pounding, footsteps are approaching, the floorboards next to my bed creak sharply,and someone or something very heavy lies down next to. My head begins to "float", as if it is dizzy, dizzy, and I lay on my side, facing the wall, gathering all my strength and turn sharply - no one and nothing, but the room is completely black, not darkness, namely blackness, usually in the window at night gets a little light from the lantern, the curtains turn white, the dim outlines of the furniture are guessed, and here - blackness and there is something in it, someone's presence. I sat on the bed, the pillow behind my back, kaaaak began to swear! Loud! And I myself think, well, it's not strange in an empty house, at night, screaming obscenities. She threw out her fear, calmed down a bit, but the feeling that something was near and waiting remained. I decided to change tactics, and the vocabulary ended, I began to read prayers. I read for about twenty minutes, maybe half an hour, and then I noticed that again the outlines of the window were peeping through, the curtains were slightly white, and,most importantly, the feeling of someone else's presence is gone. She crawled down the pillow, closed her eyes, but the ears are on the top of my head! I listened, everything seemed to be calm, and fell asleep.
In the morning, when I woke up, I went straight to the door, and the hook that the latter was closing to the main living area was open! Yes, not just open, but raised above the loop and left in this position. Then, I already left, the neighbors were sitting on a bench next to the house during the day and heard heavy footsteps in the house, still wondered who was walking there, the house was closed, the lock was hanging, but footsteps were heard.
Now smart people can talk about sleep paralysis, and so - nifiga! I woke up with the bed bouncing and never falling asleep, at least until this crap was over.
Author: kitin88