This story happened to me 27 years ago. I was seven months pregnant. My husband and I rented a one-room apartment in a workers' village, in a two-story wooden house with several apartments. This was our first separate home.
We worked with my husband weekly. In different shifts at one textile enterprise. The apartment was small and modest, with a stove in the kitchen, but we liked it. The first two weeks everything was fine. Then my husband went to night shifts. Then it all started.
I was not afraid to sleep alone. I decided to lie down in the far corner of the room on the sofa, head to the window, to breathe the warm May air. There was also a bed in the room, located opposite the entrance. Despite the fact that I really wanted to sleep, I could not sleep. It was somehow uncomfortable, uncomfortable. Sometimes it's stuffy, sometimes it's cold. It is not clear whether I was asleep or not. I thought that the pregnancy caused the discomfort. I managed to sleep soundly in the morning when my husband returned.
The second night began as well. I lay there thinking about something. Suddenly I felt cold. He did not come from a window, not from an open window. And he climbed up my legs, then enveloped my whole body. I got up, wanted to get up and froze: the curtain, which hung in the opening instead of the door, shook violently, as if a man had entered.
For a while I did not move. Then she pulled herself together, got up and closed the vents in the apartment, justifying what had happened with a draft. She fell asleep again in the morning.
On the third night, I decided to leave the kitchen night light on. It was alarming. And she lay down not on the sofa, but on the bed with a good view of the entrance to the room. Thoughts replaced each other, I felt sleepy, lay on my back and was ready to fall asleep.
Suddenly I felt this strange chill again. With peripheral vision, I noticed that the curtain was fluttering. From the entrance, a tall and thin male silhouette headed towards me. Indistinct, as if in a light haze. The soul went into my heels, with my hand I began to look for the switch, which was located directly above the bed. But it didn’t hit it, it didn’t have the strength to push it.
While I tried to turn on the light, I felt something heavy fall on the edge of the bed, and it washed out. I couldn't move anymore, I couldn't scream.
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- Sasha, you are so soft … - I heard a quiet male voice.
Then the silhouette stood up, began to recede and seemed to dissolve.
For some time I lay motionless, and then I don't remember anything. I woke up when my husband came.
Why did the ghost come and why did he call me soft? Because of pregnancy? There was no aggression on his part, and it was a little reassuring. But I would not have tolerated a second visit without consequences …
I did not tell my husband about what had happened. He was skeptical about such things and simply would not believe in the reality of what was happening. Although I myself did not fully believe in what happened to me.
Then I remembered that several times I saw the light from a night lamp in the windows of neighbors, returning home late from work. And rushed to the neighbor. From the doorway, I did not ask Tatiana. We drank tea, I plucked up courage and asked:
- Tatyan, why does your night light work at night? From the street you can see …
To which the neighbor replied:
- When I am alone at night, it seems to me that someone is walking around the apartment.
I could no longer stay in this house. I waited until my husband woke up and went to my mother.
She believed me. And she said, since something spoke to me, then it was the devil.
Mom discussed the return with her husband. She explained that it was better for me not to be alone for such a period. And after giving birth, help is needed. The real reason was not announced. My husband, noticing anxiety in me, did not argue and transported things.
A few days later I met a former neighbor on my way to work. When asked why we left, I shared my story with him.
The neighbor was not surprised and told me that long ago, when the apartments were just handed over to the owners, a man hanged himself in one of them. The reason was never found out.