Six times in six months, thieves climbed into the apartments of this house, and each attempt at robbery ended tragically - at the scene of the crime they were dealt with by a mysterious creature.
The house is an ordinary, 12-storey "tower". There are a lot of such in Moscow Medvedkovo. Mainly retired people live in it - retired colonels, former engineers, several former miners-northerners and retired "workers of the counter" … Not rich, of course, by today's standards, the people, but almost all of them in their time fussed in advance, got a dacha nearby from the capital. True, some are still completing their "hacienda", disappearing there from thaw to frost.
Private, in a word, a house. The population did not suddenly notice the unusualness of the building. In the spring, when the first emergency occurred, they did not attach much importance to it. Gossip, as usual: no luck, they say, a thief, so he, a scoundrel, should be. And they parted.
And there was this. The thief climbed onto the roof, from there he descended by rope, bypassing the balcony of the twelfth floor, immediately to the eleventh, where, judging by the observations, there could be no one. He felt the balcony rail with his feet and, without releasing the rope, sat down. All that remained was to jump inside. And then, as the criminal later said, it was as if someone had pulled the rail from under him. In the next instant, he was hanging on the outside of the balcony, head down, his pant leg hooked on one of the hooks on which the hostesses put wooden boxes with earth for flowers. There was no box here.
The thief hung for a long time. At first he hoped that he would be able to get out of the helpless situation, and therefore he was silent. He screamed when the blood rushed abundantly to his head and it began to seem so iron-heavy that the trouser leg, a thought flashed, might not stand it, it would burst and he would collapse from the eleventh floor onto the foundation asphalt.
They called the firefighters and the police. The poor fellow was removed.
Well, everything is clear with him: on the sole of the thief's boot, they found smeared bird droppings - these are pigeons fed by the hostess, generously marked with the iron railings of the balcony. On one of these drops, it was concluded that the robber slipped.
The second incident is more mysterious. Closer to noon, another thief had to open the glass door leading from the staircase to the corridor common to four apartments. Just before that, the door was changed, and a new lock was installed. Picking up the master key, the intruder put his ear to the glass, so that if there was a noise in the corridor, he could hear it and immediately leave. So, put it on, pulled the handle, and then something hard, metal hit him with force on the crown of the head. He collapsed unconscious on a dirty rug, and next to him fell to the floor … a wrench. A week ago, when the door was changed, this key was lost. They were looking for him, looking for him, but he, it turns out, lay quietly for the time being on the lintel.
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In the third case, the thieves entered the apartment, packed the goods from the cabinets into their bags and decided to take a glass of cognac from a bottle on the table “on the path”. They were found lifeless. They called the landlord from work, showed him the bottle, said: “By the way, you can be accused of poisoning … Look, you can clearly see on the reverse side of the label with a half-bottle, your hand probably wrote in pencil -“Poison”.
The owner got excited: they say, for the sake of a joke it was written. He poured himself into a glass, drank it in one gulp. And nothing - alive!
The inexplicable story agitated the neighbors, and one of the pensioners, who compared the last state of emergency with the previous ones, suggested that a certain "Mikhryutka" - a mysterious and disembodied creature, who believes that both the house and everything with which it is filled belonged to them, had settled in them. Mikhryutke. He is apparently a decent hoarder. The pensioner herself noticed a long time ago: there was a cupronickel fork just now, lo and behold, but no. I just dropped the ring into the vase - the ring disappeared. I kept a wallet with a pension a minute ago, and it disappeared. In search of white heat you get - it's useless! You used to shout in your hearts: "Give it back, Mikhryutka!" Here it is all: a fork - for some reason under the stove, a ring - in a box with threads, and a wallet - in the pocket of an old coat, which has not been removed from the hanger since winter.
- Why Mikhryutka? - asked the old woman.
- How do I know? - answered. - Mikhryutka, well, Mikhryutka. The name is …
They laughed at the grandmother and dispersed. And a month later, attack again. That pensioner (she is from the seventh floor) got a call. She opened it - man: you need, she says, to check if you have a gas leak in your kitchen. Well, if necessary, check it out, dear. And he pushed the old woman into the toilet, locked her, put all her spoons-rings into a plastic bag, and - hello! While she was free, while she gasped, while she called the police, while the survey and the inventory, it was evening. I decided to go out into the street to tell the girlfriends on the bench about my misfortune. The elevator, as always, does not work. I went down the stairs on foot. And as soon as she caught up with the elevator on the first floor, there was a scream from there. Short but scary. What?
The masters came and opened the cabin. And there is that gnarled "gasman". And a plastic bag with him. It turns out, as the foremen explained, that something jammed in the elevator, so the "gasman" sat in it for half a day. Naturally, I wanted it out of little need. He and start the jet. And he was shocked. Death! Some kind of wire there was bared from decrepitude …
- Well?! - the pensioner triumphed. - Did I tell you about Mikhryutka? They are! He did not want to part with his good, set a trap for the wretch!
Now, it seems, Mikhryutka was taken seriously. They remembered strange phenomena: for example, by nightfall, it seemed to someone that the "upper" neighbors were taking a walk, with dancing, with overturning chairs … We went up to them, and people were sleeping. And they sleep in apartments nearby. Where do the knocking sounds come from! Or they call on the phone from below: “Do you have a flood? Did the pipes burst? It floods us …”And they check, shrug their shoulders - everything above is in perfect order. Or someone knocks out Morse code from the stairs to the wall of the apartment, but the stairs are empty … Is it possible that he, Mikhryutka, is all amusing himself?
They believed in him, but nevertheless, entering the entrance, they began to slam the door behind them. On the first and second floors, the bars were screwed to the windows. "Eyes" pushed. Someone wasted on signaling. Leaving for the dacha, they asked the neighbors to keep an eye. We agreed among ourselves: if anything - knock on the heating battery in the agreed manner, we will immediately rush in.
The fifth story happened to the widower colonel. One lived. Well, he, a retiree, decided to pick up a girl near the metro. He brought me to him with intentions that were known to hide. We sat down and drank a little. And the quirky girl turned out to be - zyrk-zyrk on the sides! I noticed: there is a gold cigarette case from the colonel, there is an icon with a clearly silver setting, in the "slide" among the crystal there is a silver bowl, and some ornaments are poured into it. From his wife, probably, remained …
In short, when both had unmasked and lay down on the sofa, she sat astride him and stretched her sharp fingers to the colonel's neck. Like to caress. Like, all in passion and very much to her liking to make love with the old goat. And suddenly he hears a laugh behind his back: "Hee-hee!" And then from under the sofa: "Hee-hee!" The colonel was alert: "What are you doing?" And she: “Don't be distracted! The sofa is. For a long time, probably, no one fucked on it, so it creaks with pleasure …"
Then, during interrogation, she said: "Then I thought: now I will press him on the carotid artery, he will be passed out, I will take away which is more valuable, and remember his name."
And she pressed it, not attaching importance to this "hee hee". The colonel, losing consciousness, threw up his hands to the wall - there should be a gun hanging there. It hung, only on the other wall. Not to reach. But the gun went off, and the bullet, ricocheting off the ceiling, hit the girl in her bent knee.
When he regained consciousness, the sheet was covered in blood, the swindler was in tears (you can't run off on one leg!), And a gold chain torn from his neck was lying near the sofa. The colonel then swore that he had not touched the gun for twenty years, did not take it off and it could not be loaded. Experts, having calculated the trajectory of the bullet, confirmed that the bullet could not hit anywhere except in the knee.
Of course, the house learned about this too. “Thank Mikhryutka,” said a pensioner from the seventh floor. "He saved you." And the colonel, brought up by the army political officials as a convinced materialist, agreed: "He, Mikhryutka …"
Now many tenants who live in the same house and are aware of the events are also convinced: Mihryutka exists! And they even show one of his havens. At their entrance, the heating battery is covered with an L-shaped wooden structure with slots at the top for ventilation. So a stray cat usually lies on this grate, and whoever walks up the stairs, she is zero attention. Heat rises from the radiator, almost under the very nose - a bowl with the remains of sausage … Grace! Lowers the tail into the slit and warms up on the side.
And then one day a lazy and indifferent cat for no apparent reason with a piercing howl soars in a jump, as if someone had pulled her tail painfully. It soars and sinks its teeth into the ear of a young gypsy woman hurrying down the stairs. She starts screaming, but the cat does not unhook and tears the gypsy's face with its claws. The woman jumps out of the entrance, where she is immediately surrounded by tenants sitting on a bench. And it turns out …
“She was the one who fled from our apartment,” said one of the tenants. - Tatiana, daughter, went to take out the trash can, but did not close the door. On the landing she was detained by a gypsy woman, and so it began: tars-bars, ratabars … At that time, another gypsy slipped into the apartment, robbed what came to hand, and - down. And below Mikhryutka threw a cat at her …
Is it really true?
The biologist and director of the Center for Demonology of the Moscow Psychotherapeutic Academy I. Vinokurov was asked to comment on this unusual story:
- Mikhryutka, Shishok, Barabashka … Many other names were invented by the people for the mysterious forces that sometimes appear in houses and apartments. But since scientists do not believe in the existence of brownies, they gave this phenomenon their name - poltergeist. This still little-studied natural phenomenon has been repeatedly recorded in Moscow, and both firefighters and the police were eyewitnesses of strange events. And once a poltergeist was observed even in the house of an astronaut.
Of course, I cannot say that this story with Mikhryutka is real enough, since we have not yet examined this house. But experts have no doubt that such incidents are possible in general. They have not yet been understood, not explained, but this does not mean that they do not exist. Now several serious laboratories are just engaged in the study of the nature of such Mihryutok poltergeists.
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