A young married couple, Elena and Alexey Romanyuki from Poltava, have long been looking for a small house in the countryside. And so, good luck: an excellent house, with a large plot of land, an hour's drive from the city for a very reasonable price. Then young people did not yet know what mystical story awaits them …
We bought the house in March. And at the beginning of June, when it got very hot in the city, I moved to live in the village to bring my newly bought house in order. Lesha, unfortunately, could not go with me, his vacation begins only in the second half of July. And I, a free creator, freelancer, can afford to be where my soul desires!
The house was built in the seventies, as the seller told me, no one has ever lived in it. The seller, at one time bought a house as a summer residence, but his hands did not reach to do anything here. Accordingly, the house was packed to the stop with old rubbish, and the yard was also not in the best condition. Work is a mountain, but all this for me was only a pleasure. What could be better than fresh air after a city apartment.
On the first evening of village life, I was sitting in the yard and reading my favorite book, when suddenly I heard a rumble coming from the house. I instantly flew into the house, but did not notice anything special there. In a few minutes I already forgot about it.
The same thing happened on the second evening, exactly at 9:00. Then I already realized that something was rattling in the attic. But again I thought that maybe some old thing did not hold well and fell. Just in case, I went upstairs, but nothing interesting, I did not find there any old junk aft.
The same rumble was repeated on the third and fourth evenings. Exactly nine. I have already determined where this noise occurs in the attic. Mice? No, they are too small to thunder like that! I would have noticed a cat, dog or human long ago. What can rumble like that?
Do you think I was scared? Not at all! I took all this as a fun quest. Cleaning the house, taking out old trash and painting the fence have receded into the background. I had only one desire - to figure out the joker who decided to scare me. The main suspects were village boys who decided to make fun of the city lady. Just how do they do it?
I decided to hide a hidden camera in the attic. Well, not really a camera, the only gadget that can write video that I had is a mobile phone. Fortunately, my Korean friend writes a video very well, and given the fact that it is still light at nine in the evening, there can be no problems with the recording.
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What I perceived as a joke and a funny quest, for me instantly turned into a real nightmare. What I saw made me believe in both God and the devil.
Continued here: Memories that keep the dead out of the afterlife