Nightmarish plots, blood-curdling, colorfully described in horror films and books, most often are tied up quite innocently. A sunlit lawn, kids playing, a team of fearless hikers, and more, the list goes on and on. The more rosy the picture, the more likely it is that after a few minutes or pages, it will crumble into small fragments, like a broken mirror. It's like a hackneyed phrase that all adventures begin with the words "let's take the shortcut." Curiosity, stupid fearlessness and neglect of safety techniques lead to sad consequences. All mystical and terrible plots are based on these human qualities: stupidity, greed, the desire to stick your nose where you should not. And after all, such author's moves are lined up from scratch: more often than not, Evil is masked,hides for the time being, does not manifest itself in any way, or is successfully encrypted under an innocent disguise.
As strange as it sounds, Evil needs to be invited. Without a special invitation, no evil spirits will welcome. She will knock on the door, pleadingly look out the window, patiently wait for the person to give up. A mystical creature can disguise itself as an innocent lamb - a baby, a kitten, a kid, an old woman, a beautiful girl - it all depends on who the person will feel sorry for more. The dark forces choose the most inappropriate moments in life. They either press on pity, or play out of fear, confusion or disappointment. The main thing is not to miss the moment, to understand in time that you are being manipulated not out of good intentions.
I do not like to be alone in the evenings. I don't like it since childhood. Sleeping in an empty apartment is still a pleasure. Neither auto-training, nor the thought of an iron door, nor the presence of a faithful dog help. The dog, by the way, is still an alarmist, between us. She also does not like the dark, so when we sleep together, the energy consumption in the apartment rises significantly. Lights included in all rooms and TV as an intrusive background for the whole night. And if I, having finally become brutal with my fears, fall asleep safely by two, then the dog will listen for a long time half asleep to the rustles and noises. It is especially scary when a brave defender stares intently somewhere in the area of the front door and quietly pokes. Show me a man who in such a situation will bravely open the door and rush towards the unknown. This is definitely not me!
And, rightly so, friends. If in life there is a place for feat, then stay away from this place: you will be more whole physically and mentally.
I have a friend, the same woman who can stop a train at full speed without a stop-crane. A brave friend lives in summer time in the country. The village is small, there are ten houses. The main village is a couple of kilometers away. On weekdays, there are only three people left in the dacha village, including Marisha and her two dogs. She recently shared a creepy story with me. Further - from her words.
Late evening, darker earlier. I changed my daytime affairs, drove the dogs, and lay down in front of the TV with a plate of sandwiches on my belly. Silence. Suddenly, I heard the gate creak, and someone was walking along the site. To be honest, I was terribly angry: there is a sign hanging for especially gifted ones, warning of an angry dog! Then she thought: why did the central gate creak, they never made such sounds! I listen, the dogs have become quiet, alert, but not barking, but strangely somehow exchanging glances. I'm not lying: they look at each other and at me later. I have already decided that it is time for me to tie up with my solitary life outside the city, I will run wild so soon, from Monday to Friday, in the company of some animals. I will forget the human language. And then there was a knock on the door, I would jump up! The animals put my fur on end, and simultaneously began to move back into the room. And the knock from the veranda is so persistent, but words are not accompanied, only someone whines quietly, like an offended puppy. I am, of course, brave. The dogs are again nearby. But their behavior scared me the most. And then the knock was repeated, but at the window. Well, my curtains are thick, and I did not see what was happening there. Then they knock on the door again, and the dogs are silent, sit, tails between their tails and get closer to me. At this moment, my phone rings, I grab onto it like a straw, I didn't even look at the number. I hear a voice, such a strange one, remotely like Andryukhin (husband). And this voice tells me to open the door, so I hesitate. And here I felt completely ill: it seems like his voice, and at the same time I understand - well, he can't be here. He is at home, he will go to work tomorrow. And the knocking does not stop, now at the door, now at the window, and the voice in the receiver is so belittling.
I - to the door, I ask again, they say, is he really. There the dog whines plaintively. And I, as if under hypnosis, walk closer to the door, reach out to the door lock, but I do not have time to open it. I tripped over my street shoes, and it hurt so much!
And then I woke up, started backing away from the door, threw the phone away from me in horror. And outside the door someone began to rage: crying, howling. And my dogs seemed to be dead: they began to growl and rush at the door from their side.
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I hear that this "something" of the position starts to give up. It rustled, raged, gone. Until the morning I sat hugging with the TV remote control, dogs and the lights on everywhere. In the morning, of course, there was no trace of fear, I went to the site calmly. No traces, no destruction. Maybe I saw it all. I was looking for the number from which they called in the incoming, there is nothing similar at this time. Now I think, maybe I was daydreaming, but everything was so real.
I explained to Marinka that I myself am very afraid of such things, and she never dreamed of anything. And she stumbled just in time, otherwise it is still unknown how the matter would have ended! The evil that came that late August night was eager to enter. But he cannot afford to open a door or a window, Evil needs to be admitted voluntarily. So it whined plaintively, and when it did not work, it tried to pretend to be a husband.
So, don't trust everything you see and hear at once. Do not invite evil spirits into the house!