Have you ever had to deal with evil spirits? Probably not. So I thought that the supernatural would never touch me. Until I met her. We studied with Tanya on the same course, and I was literally bewitched by her beauty: fiery red hair, green eyes and a bursting laugh-bell. Jokingly, I called her my little witch.
But, alas, my interest quickly disappeared, and I was carried away by a very pretty blonde from the first year. But as soon as I parted with Tanya, I started to get sick. It was just an obsession, as the people say, either diarrhea or scrofula. At first, I thundered into the hospital with pneumonia (although I never knew sores worse than a runny nose), then I broke my leg, and as soon as I took off the plaster, I managed to get hit by a car and ended up in a hospital bed for six months.
And the girls began to whisper to me, they say, Tanyuha's grandmother was a witch, and, you see, the offended friend decided to take revenge on me by sending damage. Of course, I didn't believe in women's gossip, but when I checked out, I decided to go to my ex-fiance to clear my conscience. He came without warning, the door of her dorm room was open, and I quietly squeezed into the narrow corridor. Tanya was not at home, but he found something more interesting than a friend: his own photo, pasted on a dough man. The flour man was about the size of my hand. And the worst thing, my mini-clone was all pestered by needles.
In horror, I ran out of the room and ran to call my grandmother, she advised me to go to church. So I did. Nothing bad happened to me anymore, but Tanyukha disappeared: either she moved somewhere, or she got married. Honestly, I don’t want to know. Maybe this is, of course, a coincidence, but it's scary at heart.
Stanislav Obramchenko