Andrey Perepelitsyn from Kaluga sent a story about an incident that happened in the house of his countrywoman Nina Ivanovna Burdykina, whose age is 70 years. On July 19, 1994, Nina Ivanovna buried her dearest person on Earth - her own husband. She remained to live in her one-room apartment in sorrowful solitude. Two weeks after the funeral - in the early morning of August 4 - the Unknown invaded her lonely life.
Here is the story of N. I. Burdykina:
- As always, I woke up at six in the morning. She sat up on the bed, lowered her bare legs to the floor and reached out with her hand to the chair next to the bed. She picked up the stockings on the chair.
I was just about to pull the stocking over my leg when I heard a soft sound, reminiscent of the rustle of a newspaper crumpled in the palm of my hand. At the same time, there was a dull, very weak chime. And rustling and chimes, barely audible, came to the left - from the corner of the room where the TV was.
Then the chime was cut off, and the "rustle of crumpled newspaper" sharply intensified. Immediately I heard a new sound - shuffling footsteps. Unbeknownst to anyone walking leisurely across the room, heading towards me from where the TV was.
Having heard all these sounds, I was surprised, - Nina Ivanovna continues her story. - For I was in the apartment alone. Who entered my house while I was sleeping? Are they really thieves?.. I turned my head to the left and looked in bewilderment in the direction from which the rustling and chimes were heard, then steps.
There was no fear. I remember I was just amazed. I see a woman slowly, very slowly approaching me. More precisely, someone who remotely resembles a woman. The figure froze as it approached opposite me, who was sitting on the bed. Outwardly, she looked like something like a delusional parody of a person.
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- The growth of a nightmarish stranger did not exceed one and a half meters. She was dressed poorly: a skirt to a blouse. The skirt is an old, washed, ash color, gathered in folds at the waist. She kept on her hips somehow unevenly, slightly shifted. It seemed to me that the skirt was made of thick paper, pasted over with cheap coarse calico. She bristled ugly, carelessly in all directions, not adhering to the body.
The blouse on the stranger, up to the waist, was also made, as it were, of paper. In contrast to the plain skirt, vertical thin lines of black color were visible on the blouse at a distance of about two centimeters from each other. The sleeves of this striped blouse were long, free, completely hiding the arms …
And now about the head, which is extremely strange. In silhouette and size, it resembled a human. The skull was covered with stubble of short blond blond hair. Well, and the face … I was all and winced when I saw him. No ears. Moreover, there is nothing on that face - no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows! Nothing at all, except for the skin with a slight tan, which hugged the skull as tight as a drum.
Drilling a "face without a face" with a stunned gaze, Nina Ivanovna asked:
- Who are you? Where are you from?
I didn't get an answer.
Instead of answering, the mysterious creature in a ladies 'jacket and in a ladies' skirt started and moved all over. He rolled his legs, moved his elbows. The wide, spacious sleeves flew off to the sides, exposing the arms. To her own horror, Burdykina did not see any palms or fingers on those hands. The arms were like two sticks, rounded with slightly tanned skin where the wrists should have been.
The creature jumped and hovered in the air. Only at that moment did Nina Ivanovna pay attention to his legs, covered with a skirt up to his knees. From under the skirt protruded two thick appendages, completely devoid of feet. They were covered with the same tanned skin as the “face without a face” and hands without fingers and palms.
Staring at these incredible legs with all her eyes, Burdykina screamed loudly. She saw how unthinkable metamorphoses began to occur with her legs. The legs began to rapidly thin out. They stretched out in length and dried out at the same time. And the "woman without a face" slowly rose strictly vertically upward, soaring towards the ceiling, like a balloon … And now her legs turned into something like two thick ropes.
Then the "ropes" suddenly twisted rapidly, forming something like a braid with wide loops. While all this was happening, a sound that resembled the rustling of a newspaper began to be heard from the "woman" again. A figure with legs-"ropes" twisted in a spiral, rushed up and in the blink of an eye disappeared from sight, dissolving into the ceiling.
N. I. Burdykina says:
- After catching my breath and recovering from what happened, I climbed into a chair and carefully examined the ceiling. I did not find a single crack in it, let alone some kind of hatch leading through it somewhere up. To this day, I cannot understand where and how this creepy lady without a face, without palms on her hands and with legs without feet, which turned into two "wires", twisted with a screw, disappeared.
How did she manage to fly out of the room through the obviously impenetrable ceiling, consisting of reinforced concrete slabs?.. I want to emphasize here that this was not a dream. I sat on the bed, holding a stocking in my hand, and with a drooping jaw looked at what was happening in front of me … I do not know why, but in my mind the appearance of a terrible creature somehow intuitively linked with the death of my husband, which happened two weeks earlier.