Sometimes my wife and I sit in the kitchen, drink hot tea and involuntarily recall what happened at our entrance a few years ago. It is difficult for us to understand what it was, but that there was an evil spirit in the house, we are sure of that. Many things happened in our house over the years, but there was always an explanation for what happened. But only once, three years ago, did we really feel the presence of the otherworldly.
Sunday
It all started with an ordinary flood. Early Sunday morning, my wife woke me up and said that the bathroom and the kitchen was flowing from the ceiling. First of all, I examined the ceiling and made sure that the neighbors were really flooding us. But the problem was that the family lived above, as they say, dysfunctional. Therefore, the chances that they would open the door were nil. They were in two states: either they were not at home, or they slept dead after a binge.
Approaching the old, shabby door, I first knocked softly. There was no answer, then I hit harder, but then in response - silence. I was already thinking about going to the basement and turning off the riser when a strong smell of gas hit my nose. The decision was taken with lightning speed. Realizing that trouble could happen at any moment, I decided to act. First he started banging on all the doors on the landing. Opened by two. I described the situation and asked the woman to call the police and the gas service. And my neighbor and I decided not to wait and break down the old door.
In the end, when the door did give way, it turned out that the trouble could become a real tragedy. There was a four-month-old child in the house, who had already poisoned himself with the gas. It turned out that the parents abandoned the baby in the morning and, having put a ladle of water on the fire, left to have a hangover and forgot to return. But the most amazing thing is that the neighbors did not have water, and immediately after we broke down the door, opened the windows and closed the gas, the flood miraculously stopped.
Even the ZhEK employees could not explain what happened. And this was only the first swallow in a series of strange events that periodically occurred later during the week.
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Tuesday
On the night of Monday to Tuesday, my wife and I were awakened by a loud noise. We even thought at the beginning that someone was blowing up firecrackers in the yard. But when they went to the window, they saw nothing. And suddenly they heard the rumble and scream again. Now we realized that this is happening in the house on the stairs, somewhere below our sixth floor. I am not one of the shy ten and went to figure it out. Opening the front door, I realized that the blows were being delivered on the floor below.
Leaning over the railing, I was stunned. There was not a soul on the fifth floor landing. But the blows were simply deafening. Moreover, they were accompanied by a loud male cry, which demanded that Anya open the door. All this is strange. Anna really lived on the fifth floor with her husband Andrey, who worked in the police.
I was ready to swear that it was Andrey's voice, but there was no one on the floor! Seeing how I was numb, my wife cautiously approached and also looked down. After another blow, she pulled me so hard by the neck that she scratched me to the point of blood. In horror, we ran into the apartment and closed the door with all the locks. The blows continued for another five minutes and died down.
The next day, I met a neighbor on the common vestibule, Andrey and Anya. He was out of his mind and told a terrible story. Like us, he was awakened by terrible blows on the door of the vestibule. Naturally, I decided to figure it out and find out what was happening and why Anya would not let her husband go home. But as soon as he went into the vestibule, he came face to face with Anya, pale with terror. She immediately yelled for him to return to the apartment.
But the neighbor nevertheless decided to find out and asked why she would not let Andrei. To which the pale Anya said that there was no one outside the door, and then she burst into tears and said that her husband was arrested for a bribe and he was in jail. The neighbor did not believe it and looked through the peephole. But there really was no one there. At that moment there was another blow on the door, after which the neighbor flew into the apartment with a bullet and slammed the doors.
The strangest thing was that the other housemates didn't hear anything. And then we all just went into shock. It turned out that on that terrible night Andrei committed suicide in the city jail.
Friday
When it seemed that all the devilry in the house was over and my wife and I had calmed down a bit, something else happened.
On the ninth floor, a nineteen-year-old grandson killed his grandfather. The motive was banal: the grandfather refused the guy money for drugs. But not only this horrified me and my wife.
The fact is that the grandson confessed on Friday, and committed the murder on Wednesday. All these three days he spent his grandfather's pension, and dragged the old man's corpse into the bathroom. All these days he was intoxicated and only on Friday evening realized what he had done and called the police.
So, both I and my wife are ready to swear that we saw my grandfather several times sitting on the bench during Wednesday and Thursday. He constantly liked to relax in the yard and smoked his cigarettes. Moreover, once my wife and I, having arrived from work together, even exchanged a few phrases with my grandfather. Of course, we didn't ask our neighbors if they saw our grandfather. I think such a question would make us crazy in their eyes. But we are sure that we definitely saw him near the house.