I want to tell you about the incident that happened to my friend Tamara. It seems to me that any phenomenon can be explained. And if there is no explanation, it is only because we do not have sufficient knowledge on some issues. Or some unexplained cases are just fictions, fairy tales, a figment of the imagination.
And I didn’t come across anything supernatural in my life, I saw only in TV series. But my friend recently ran into it and I have no reason not to believe her. Tamara is also a famous skeptic.
Until recently, I didn’t believe in God, or in the devil, or in evil spirits, until I moved to a new house. Before her, two brothers lived here, leading a riotous lifestyle. Every day they have - every holiday, every holiday - everything is a new friend.
Tomka, as she moved, immediately began to clean everything in the house, wash it, and make it look divine. Time flew by unnoticed until evening, my friend turned off the light, went to bed, and then it began …
At first, the dishes in the kitchen, which had not yet been taken out of the boxes, rang. Toma walked into the kitchen, turned on the light - silence. She returned to the room, lay down - again crackling and crashing. She went into the kitchen again. One plate is lying on the floor as it fell out of the box - it is incomprehensible. And so several times.
You might think that the mice were running or that the cat was playing, but at first the cat was lying next to the mistress on the bed, and the mice were not visible. Yes, and the cat would react to mice, would go to catch them. But he, on the contrary, reared the fur, looked long and intently into the corner of the room, and then, hissing, ran away, hiding behind an armchair.
Then, out of the blue, the front door began to open. There may, of course, be a draft, but the cat, which had come out from behind the chair and lay down next to Tamara, ran away again. Why would he be afraid of a draft?
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The next morning Tamara called her mother. She listened and said: “The brownie is playing pranks. Feed him, daughter, try to tame. Give it something."
Tomka just snorted. But on other nights, everything repeated again: the door opened, the still unassembled dishes rang and jumped out of the boxes, the cat hissed and hid. Tamara decided that the brownie, of course, is grandma's fairy tales, but what the hell is not joking? We must try to do as my mother told me, it won't get any worse.
I called the brownie Kuzey, put cookies and sweets in the kitchen corner, poured milk into a saucer. The dishes still clinked at night, clinked, and even stopped. Probably the brownie realized that my friend is a serious girl, does not live a riotous life, works, is going to get married soon.
Once I met Tomochka, the former owner of the house, one of those most cheerful brothers. We talked, and he asked if the brownie came to visit her. Toma wondered: was he really there? And in response I heard:
- Still as it was. At first I didn't believe it either, I thought my brother was dreaming from drunken eyes. So he almost strangled me. That is why I decided to sell this house.
So don't believe in evil spirits after that!
Albina Zufarovna BRESGINA, s. Kushnarenkovo, Rep. Bashkortostan
