I know quite a few mystical stories that happened to my acquaintances, friends, in our town there are also a couple of legends in which the overwhelming majority of local residents, of a more mature age, believe, claiming that it really happened, that they were eyewitnesses. If you want, I will definitely tell you about it, but a little later …
Now I want to tell you a story that happened to me. Probably, in our time it is difficult to scare or even surprise someone, but I didn't want to, it's just that this story is proof that there is something beyond our control, that we are not alone and that what is hidden is not always evil … Many simply protect us … There are also curious entities … Somehow one of them came into contact with us. I want to tell you about this.
In fact, since childhood, I firmly believed in the existence of the other world and everything connected with it. And of course I had like-minded people. At that time there was a certain boom in summoning spirits, the Queen of Spades, Bloody Mary and other, no less terrible creatures. But to be honest, I didn't really believe in them, besides, there were individuals who, by virtue of their unlimited imagination, desire to naughty and frighten friends, trying to seem interesting, embellished events, and even if nothing happened to them, they turned it out so … Others, having heard something, told it to others, and if someone heard, why not think it out … as a result, a whole lump of prejudices formed … Well, what are we? We are children, a little naive and thirsty for knowledge and adventure with an open mouth listening to these stories …
So that's it. Straight to the point. My friend and I thought that these aforementioned villains would upset our child's psyche too much and decided to confine ourselves to brownies … We were tormented by doubts: is it worth it or not … But curiosity overcame. I was sure that nothing would happen after all …
Ksyusha and I, that was the name of my friend, after finding out the details of the call, we locked ourselves in the bathroom, poured it into a cup of salt, poured water … and then according to the scheme … uttered the words without thinking for a long time, ran out of there with a growing feeling of fear … sometimes we are contradictory! Yes, after the ceremony, you had to wait about five minutes and go to the bathroom, there must have been something, as if no one knew …
Having made the faces of all-knowing skeptics, we went to the above-mentioned place. AND? Ksyusha dared to enter first … When I entered, she stood with her mouth open. I, looking at what was there, saw that there were three small dimples in the bowl of salt, as if fingerprints! Having slammed the door, we ran into the kitchen, as something rumbled in the bathroom, then we already rushed into the entrance.
After about fifteen minutes we decided to return, because at a friend's house, where we performed the ceremony, there was an old grandmother who was sleeping peacefully in the room. Ksyusha was afraid for her and … we had no choice.
When we entered the apartment, we did not find anything special, my grandmother was still resting. Ksyusha decided to go into the kitchen, and I was standing near the front door, when suddenly I saw a sheet of notebook folded several times, covered with writing on all sides. I called Ksenia, but she said that with this they pushed the door to the bathroom, so there is nothing to think about. But how could he fly so far from the bathroom?
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I unrolled it anyway and started looking at the notes. The fact is that grandmother helped Ksyushka with her lessons and the sheet was covered with various exercises … She wrote very carefully, so it was not difficult for me to read everything, as suddenly I noticed the inscription, which I could hardly make out, it was written in a different shade of blue pen, which differed from Ksyusha's notes, the handwriting was slightly … in general, not very … the worst thing was that it said: "Do we know how to communicate." Yes, I'm not mistaken, maybe the fact that there was no question mark meant something … but we had no time for that …
It was then that we no longer felt funny, Ksyusha began to cry, and I could not hold back my tears … After all, this is definitely not us! At first I was tormented by doubts … Then we decided that it would be safer to be in the entrance … besides, we decided to make sure of this mysterious record and tried to write something … I don't remember what, but it's not so important, what matters is that we tried a lot pens, but they simply refused to write on this sheet. So what? Maybe the paper is bad.
Without thinking for a long time, they wrote a message to our interlocutor with a pencil and put the note near the bathroom. Then they decided to leave, so as not to interfere and unwind a little.
When we returned, to our surprise, the note was lying outside the door of the apartment, near the threshold. Without approaching the door, we ran screeching, probably frightening all the neighbors. We were shaking with fear as courageous guys from the yard came to our aid, who agreed to accompany us to the door.
Quickly grabbing the note, we ran out into the street and began to read. There were numbers that did not mean anything to us, written with the same paste … That's when we became very creepy … You never know what these numbers would mean to us, they sounded like a warning …
Ksyusha rushed to me in tears and began to tell that it was she who left an imprint in the salt to scare me, but now she has no time for jokes, because … where did the note come from? She wanted to go to her home, but she was scared to leave her grandma all alone.
The boys brought a few more pens from their homes and we began to try, although we scribbled the word "Sorry", we literally prayed and repeated this word many, many times, even when we walked up the stairs. We no longer trembled, we expected that something might happen, but only then … We put the note under the door and left …
When we returned, the note lay a little further, as if showing that he was watching it … This time nothing new appeared on it, but we realized that he had forgiven us, it felt so easy in our souls and the fear just disappeared … Since then nothing the strange in the apartment no longer happened.
I think he didn’t want to hurt or scare us … He just wanted to show that he exists and should not be joked about …
We can communicate, but, apparently, we simply do not know how and should not allow ourselves to do so. I think he wanted to tell us exactly this … Just do not violate the boundaries … Some people are given to communicate with them, they have the right to this in the form of a gift, such people are called all-seeing, mediums, psychics … in general, you understand me …, do not get involved in this matter, just know …
And I know … But I will never try not to disturb them again …