I am a mystic by nature. As a child, I loved listening to "horror stories". During the summer holidays, my sister Galya and I were taken to the village to visit my mother's parents.
My grandfather was a great storyteller, writing stories on the go. Our favorite thing was listening to scary stories at night.
The grandmother scolded the grandfather, asked him to stop scaring the granddaughters before going to bed. But we begged for one more, "very last" tale, and he could not refuse. And when it came time to go to bed, they asked my grandmother not to turn off the light in the corridor, because we were scared. She grumbled, but the light was on until morning.
When I turned 10, my grandfather died unexpectedly. My grandmother was left alone, but in the summer we were still taken to visit her. She was very happy. In the evenings we played cards and lotto. But we missed the mysterious stories of our grandfathers that we were so used to. We pestered my grandmother, asked her to tell, but she dismissed:
- Leave me alone, I don't know anything like that.
But I could not even imagine that soon I myself would become the heroine of one of these stories.
This happened on another visit. Everything was as usual - the joy of meeting, long conversations, lunch, dinner. It's time to go to bed. By that time I had already outgrown my childish fear of the dark. But it still seemed to Gala that in every dark corner there might be a brownie or a ghost, ready to attack her.
No convictions worked, and the grandmother had to leave the night light in the hallway on again. She left the door to our room open, and in the light of the bedside lamp, soft and cozy, the surrounding objects were easily distinguishable.
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And so we lay down. We talked a little more, but fatigue took its toll, and sleep overcame us.
In the middle of the night I woke up. Silence. You can only hear Galya snoring quietly in her sleep on the next bed.
I lay down, listened to the silence and was about to close my eyes, when suddenly at the end of the corridor I saw … an old woman.
She covered the light source with her body, so I could only see her silhouette. On the head - something like a pointed hat, a cape or a dark raincoat to the floor.
I didn't feel any fear at all, although I realized that something unusual was happening. After all, there is a stranger in the house! But I looked at her as if spellbound.
Suddenly I fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was still night. The sister was asleep. The night light was on. Silence. And then I was seized with horror. An unfamiliar old woman stood at my feet!
I lay there, unable to move, my heart thumping like a drum.
I thought I could see the old woman's eyes glowing red. I hid under the covers, and when I dared to look out from under it, there was no one in the room.
Even now it amazes me why I didn’t tell anyone then. I did not think that they would laugh at me, tease me or simply dismiss me. Years passed, I sometimes recalled that old event and finally decided to share my story.
Vera Salamakha, Kharkiv region