Each of us believes in the phrase: "My home is my fortress." But the more comfortable and reliable this fortress is, the more unpleasant it is when you feel uncomfortable in it. We have all heard stories about ghosts in old village houses more than once, but sometimes they do not mind settling in a modern high-rise building …
Angelina, a woman of about forty, divorced, no children. In the period from 2007 to 2011 she lived in a suburb of Moscow in a relatively new apartment building. She lived well: a large two-room apartment with modern renovation and new furniture. She was always her own in any company, but suddenly she suddenly disappeared. Neighbors and friends were surprised - how so, Angelina did not even say goodbye really, it does not look like her. Likewise, she quit our job without completing two weeks. Of course, everyone soon forgot about her.
And so, a few months ago, I met her in a village about fifty kilometers from our town. I could not resist, came up. After warm greetings, Angelina invited her to her place. It was a small country house. Of course, I inquired about the woman's early and incomprehensible departure. She said something hesitant about the rent and bad conditions. Suddenly Angelina gave out something absurd.
“Do you know what's good about this house? There are no pipes and sewers here!
- A strange reason to rejoice, this is a big drawback.
- But I don't need such comfort!
I arrived in your town, a quiet place, there are not many people. I bought an apartment on the fifth floor: large and bright - live, be happy. I was happy for a year, I was happy for two, three. And, it began!
Once I washed the dishes. Suddenly, I hear a whisper! There was no one at home but me, turned around, the TV was off. She shrugged and continued to wash the dishes. Again the voice and it clearly came from the drain. She turned off the water, tilted her head and began to listen. I hear an incomprehensible muttering, as if a child with a shrunken voice wants to say something. The sound is getting closer and closer. I thought it was from the neighbors on the fourth floor, as soon as I turned away from the sink, my voice gained strength, and I already heard the words: “How cramped it is here. How dark it is here. The voice stopped, but it felt like it was frozen somewhere under the sink. She took off the mesh from the drain and looked into the pipe. Of course, apart from darkness I saw nothing there.
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For a week it was quiet, I already forgot about everything and calmed down. I lie in bed at night and realize that the same muttering is heard from the kitchen. My legs were frightened, I barely crawled to the kitchen and closed the door, then closed the door to the bedroom, and there was an exit from the bedroom to the balcony, so I slept on the balcony that night so as not to hear anything.
In the morning I went on reconnaissance to the old residents, to find out about strange things in the house and the neighborhood. I talked to one grandpa from the next doorway. So he told me that he lives in our house, either a Satanist, or a goth, he always walks with pentagrams, they say, calls for evil spirits. But this option was unlikely to fit, you never know fools in the world. I was about to leave when my grandfather stopped me. There is one more thing, they say. Ten years ago, when I had not yet lived in this house, on the first floor, under my apartment, a boy drowned in the bathroom. But this was already closer to the truth.
I did not begin to find out who this boy was and how he drowned. I quickly sold my apartment and left this damned place. Time heals, after a month, it all seemed like a bad dream. And here I feel comfortable, I am not worried about the toilet on the street and the lack of hot water. I will be afraid of the sewer for the rest of my days.