This story was told by the geologist M. A. Ulyashev from Vorkuta. It happened in a deserted tundra beyond the Arctic Circle.
“One evening,” the geologist began his story, “two guys from our geophysical party told me a strange story. They unanimously asserted that from the window of the plank house, where we were sitting by the stove at that moment and drinking tea, recently saw a crimson-red ball flattened to the ground.
This ball was moving. When they left the house to get a better look at the amazing ball, it lifted off the ground and quickly flew away. The conversation took place in a ravine - a house on runners at number four.
This case with the mysterious ball was gradually forgotten, but for some reason everyone refused to live in the beam at number four. Every now and then, there were allegedly various incomprehensible tricky incidents, and therefore the house was empty.
One fine frosty day in February, the head of the geophysical party announced to me that everyone was moving to a new parking place hundreds of miles away, and I had to stay guarding the equipment that would be delivered to a new location later. The tractors were picked up by the skid houses, and the sled train left the parking lot.
Imagine my surprise when, with some delay, I discovered that house number four had been left to me, and all the other houses had moved to a new place.
Then my hair on my head began to stir! Around the boundless tundra, and I am obliged to guard and look after the remaining equipment. All those stories that I had heard before about house number four simply did not leave my head.
The first night passed calmly, but later I was literally attacked by unknown aliens. The house was full of bedlam. The plates began to move by themselves. Polar owls knocked on doors every now and then with incomprehensible sounds. I sharpened my ax and put it by my bunk in case of a surprise attack. There was no gun.
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One night, when I was already asleep, a loud explosion suddenly sounded near the wall of the house opposite me. I jumped up and grabbed the ax. I lit a candle and began to examine the walls. Didn't find any damage from the explosion … The candle went out. And immediately the woman's face lit up in the window - rather pretty. The vision vanished instantly as soon as I struck a match.
Then goosebumps ran down my spine. It became not just scary, but creepy. For a long time I stood in a daze, not knowing what to do. After all, in the yard - a dead night, for hundreds of miles - not a single soul, and I am alone with unknown ghosts!
I was awake by candlelight until morning, afraid to leave the house, but nothing else happened. Only at dawn did he leave the bulk and looked around. I didn’t find any traces, and I couldn’t notice them, as there was a little purge and snow covered the space around the house.
Nevertheless, he decided to study in detail the place where the explosion occurred. And I was unspeakably surprised when on the outer side of the wall of the house at a height of 25-30 centimeters from the snow cover I found a deep dent from a strong blow, as if someone wanted to break through the wall with a heavy sledgehammer - even the boards cracked!
Didn't sleep two nights in a row. Only in the afternoon I slept in fits and starts. On the third night I went to bed as usual and fell asleep. I slept normally, but in the morning I woke up from an incomprehensible noise. Then I heard the quiet, but quite intelligible words behind the partition: “Ugh, he's not ours. Byakha.
Then I jumped up again, walked around the whole house with an ax in my hands, but did not find anyone … When soon the tractor drivers arrived for the tanks of fuel and lubricants, I immediately asked for leave to the base and never returned to this house where the evil spirits settled …