In August 2009, I found myself in a very stupid situation, the consequences of which developed in me a fear of spending the night in other people's houses. Of course, I often have to spend the night somewhere and somehow, since I do not like to stay at home. But now I am extremely careful and attentive when I remain under a non-native roof.
At that time, I became friends with Dima, for some period we met with him. Dima was going to visit his parents in Vologda for ten days. We decided to spend the last night before Dima's departure in his brother's empty apartment. Dima's brother has been living in Minsk since 2004. We sat well, almost until dawn, and went to bed.
I woke up, it was already light, in the afternoon. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. But I could not leave the room. The door of the room I was in was locked from the outside. Most likely, when Dima left in the morning, in a hurry he slammed the door to the room too much. I tried to open it, pulling the handle, but it was not in any. Then I looked around the room: the cell phone remained in the next room, the keys to the apartment are also there, okay, even though the clothes are here, on the twelfth floor, it means you can't get out of the window. I continued to pull on the door.
In short, I spent all day trying to get out of this apartment. I found an old curtain rod in the closet - a rather long stick. With this cornice, I reached the window of the neighbors who are one floor below, but they were not at home, and in the evening they did not return. My cornice did not reach the windows of other neighbors.
It was already night. I tried to break down the door, but it didn't work either. I decided to go to bed and try to get out again in the morning. During the day, I repeatedly heard my mobile phone ringing in the next room. And at night, someone also needed me. Once a call, after a while more. I was hoping that someone would guess that I was here and come.
And now the phone calls for the third time, then I was sweating from stress, because I heard footsteps in the next room, someone turned off the phone, and completely turned it off, since the corresponding signal was heard. There were no sounds of the front door opening, and it was impossible to get into the apartment without a burglary, and the ears could not miss it, then where did the steps come from ?! The steps, meanwhile, were heading towards my room. I could not get out of the room, as I was closed from the outside, but whoever walked towards me could easily open the door.
I jumped off the bed with a bullet and clicked the latch on the door. This someone began to pull the handle from the other side. I huddled in a corner, barely breathing and sat like a statue. She sat, and then fell asleep in the same way, sitting motionless.
I woke up in the morning. There is silence outside the door. I was sick, very thirsty and to the toilet. I again knocked on the neighbors with my lifesaver, but again they were not at home.
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Then I took the paper, fortunately, there was one. She wrote on one side in large: "HELP!", And on the other she wrote a note, where she outlined the whole situation. Then she took this piece of paper and pinned it to the teddy bear. She took the cornice, tied a “rope” from a sheet to it, tied a teddy bear tightly to the other end of the rope and lowered this structure through the window. My message reached the ninth floor.
Soon the neighbors noticed a flying bear and began to lean out of the windows. Then I heard noise and din on the landing. We arrived from the Ministry of Emergencies. The door was opened. Finally, I was free. Someone called an ambulance for me, as I felt very bad.
I found my switched off phone in the next room under the sofa, the last call was answered and after a few seconds ended. What kind of something happened to me this time?