Such a terrible story happened to me in the mid-90s of the last century. I worked at that time in a security agency. He served on the construction of one private mansion. He was on duty exclusively at night, every other night. I came to the object at six in the evening, took the equipment and consumables according to the inventory, and when the builders left, I closed the gates, and the whole construction site was under my supervision. A construction trailer was equipped for the guards, which had everything they needed to while away the night. There was a table, two chairs, crockery, a wardrobe, a gas stove, and even an army bed to rest on. The owners of the mansion under construction were good people. Bed linen was changed every evening, and food was brought to us for dinner. My task, like any guard,was to ensure the safety of material assets and to regularly walk around the construction site.
This happened in the middle of summer. It was a July evening. The forty-degree heat subsided, but the air mixed with dust was still hot and heavy. The walls of the trailer were so hot that it was simply not possible to be in it. I wandered around the territory, inspected the rooms of a house under construction and waited for dusk. When the sun's disk rolled over the horizon, and the first stars lit up in the sky, the air breathed cool. It became dark. There was no electricity in the trailer, but there was a "Bat" kerosene lamp and a flashlight for bypassing. Having decided to have supper, I lit the lamp, warmed up the food brought to me, and, having had a snack, lay down on the bed. Lying on my back, I watched the shadows that danced along the walls, assuming bizarre, sometimes frightening forms, followed the flight of insects trying to penetrate the fire through the glass of the lamp, and dreamed.
There was a knock on the door. There was still little time before the arrival of the inspection service, and the gate was locked. (The inspectors honked with a car horn.) It seemed…. The knock was repeated. I got out of bed, put on my shoes and, taking my baton, went to the door.
We still exchanged a couple of phrases. Andrey was convincing. I don't know why I gave in to his persuasion. I closed the trailer and followed my partner. The gate was wide open, the lock hung from one of the shutters. Some inexplicable excitement swept over me. But in a second everything was gone. Throwing away my doubts, I closed the gate and started on my way.
We walked along a dusty, unpaved road, along houses under construction. I went to and from work on the other side, and I have never been here. The crickets chirped in the grass untouched by the debris. Bats rushed one after another. The stars spread out in beads in the sky, and the Moon, yellow like a lemon, illuminated everything around. We walked in silence. Soon we turned off the road onto some path, and walked past apple trees. It was an abandoned garden. A few minutes later, the path led us to a city street, along which there were five-story buildings. Approaching one of them, we stopped at the last entrance.
And we went inside.
The lift took us to the fifth floor. There were 4 apartments on the site. The door of the very last was ajar, Andrei flung it open, and we entered a small hallway, which was illuminated by golden light. A young, very beautiful girl in a translucent robe came out to meet us. Taking my hand, she led me into the hall, from where pleasant music was heard and laughter was heard.
There was a bright light in the hall, in the middle there was a table on which expensive alcoholic drinks and snacks were adorned. At the table sat girls in erotic-defiant outfits, from whom it was impossible to take your eyes off, one more beautiful than the other. They were Goddesses! They put me between them, put food, poured vodka. I got up to introduce myself, get to know each other and say a toast.
Opposite the wall was a large antique mirror in a heavy wood frame. Reflected in the mirror, I was sitting at some roughly cut table. On the table were heaps of food waste, on which worms crawled. And instead of beautiful girls, there were scary hairy creatures with pork snouts. They laughed and hugged me with their shaggy arms. My face looked white, gaunt, with empty eye sockets. I was dead. In hand, instead of a glass - a toad. I screamed in horror, jumped over the table, knocked down the owner of the apartment and rushed out into the entrance. At full steam, jumping two steps, I literally flew out onto the night street and ran. Fear gave me extraordinary endurance. Behind me there was a cold feeling, I could hear Homeric laughter and the clatter of hooves. With incredible speed, I ran past the apple trees, along the dusty road to my trailer. It seemedthat salvation is only there. The gate to the site was again open. Having reached the trailer with the speed of lightning, I don't remember how I opened the lock and jumped inside. He slammed the door and leaned on her back. I heard growling outside the door. My hand searched for the bolt. They pounded on the door. A strong blow nearly knocked me off my feet. But as soon as the bolt closed the door, everything stopped. There was silence. The adrenaline rush is over. On cotton feet, I walked over to the bed and collapsed on my face. The adrenaline rush is over. On cotton feet, I walked over to the bed and collapsed on my face. The adrenaline rush is over. On cotton feet, I walked over to the bed and collapsed on my face.
The horn of the car horn woke me up. I opened my eyes, looked at the clock: 3:00 in the morning. It was a dream. Apparently the stuffiness overcame me. I leave the trailer, go to the closed gate. I open it, the inspectors are standing: Vlad and Askhat. I was surprised at the accuracy of the prediction that Andrei made in my dream.
Left alone, I walked around the site several times, reflecting on the reality of the dream. Returning to the trailer, I found on the door, a dent the size of a palm, which had not been there before.
In the morning, after handing over the construction site to the foreman, I decided to take the night route. Imagine my surprise when I went to the path that goes through the apple orchard. But I was even more surprised when I saw this five-story building. At the entrance, I did not find an elevator, but went up to the fifth floor of the apartment. There were only three of them on the site. The last door had a lower number by exactly one digit….
P: S A day later, I learned that Andrei died that very night in his sleep. An autopsy revealed a heart attack.