In the late nineties, the owner of the company where I worked then decided to run for deputy. And, as often happens in our country, using the administrative resource, first of all, he "plowed" his subordinates, including me. So in the evenings and on weekends, for good money, I went to apartments and houses in Perm, collecting priceless autographs of the local electorate.
In one shabby barrack I, by chance, rang at the door of one of my acquaintances, whom I met, it was extremely rare, but we had a very trusting relationship. She lived alone with her little daughter, about five years old. She moved to a room in this barrack quite recently, apparently after a divorce. This room was shockingly cramped, the poor people were terrible, but it was clean around. At a small table with tea and buns, Lena began to talk about her hard life. And not about the lack of money and poor housing conditions.
She said that every night my daughter began to wake up, complaining with fear and tears that a terrible grandfather was walking around the room, from whom he stank terribly.
“And I myself feel that sometimes, for no reason at all, I will breathe a suffocating stench. I washed everything in the room with bleach, but the stench periodically reappears. But that's not all. Sometimes things move by themselves. A couple of times the dishes from the cabinet fell and shattered by themselves. And the day before yesterday something happened that made me scared to leave the house. Late in the evening, when we were already in bed, there was a sudden smell of burning. In the dark I see - through the crack in the bathroom door, as something glows. I jumped up and ran there, I saw a roll of toilet paper was on fire. Well the tap is nearby - she immediately put out the fire. But it can flare up again!"
It was evident that my friend was worried in all seriousness. But I can't help at all. While they were sitting with her at the table, nothing supernatural happened. And I also could not sit for a long time - I had to collect signatures. Having said goodbye to Lena and taking a couple of buns with me, I moved on through the apartments, or, more correctly, through the storage rooms of the barracks. Lena lived on the first floor, and before her I had already collected signatures in one side of the building. Therefore, I headed in the opposite direction, since there were also entrances there.
In the third entrance, just opposite Lenin's room, I suddenly felt a disgusting sour smell. Of course, this building smelled far from French perfume, but this smell was generally knocked down. I knocked on the first door, and then just pushed it open (from experience I have already learned that many people here do not lock doors). The door opened, and I realized that the center of the smell was here. If it stinks, then there are people, that is, the electorate with the necessary signatures on the spot. What I saw in the room almost made me faint. On the half-rotten floor, an old man was lying completely naked. A single, gray, dirty sheet barely covered his legs to his knees. Grandfather was alive, but he smelled like a dozen dead people. Seeing me, the creepy grandfather began to stir and convulsively raised himself on one hand, and he held out the other in my direction. I thought with horrorthat now he will get up and move on me. I greeted him and said my worked out text about the need to sign the paper. On all my questions, he mumbled something inarticulate, furiously rotating his bulging eyes …
Suddenly, I woke up. I really passed out and fell. But the grandfather whom I saw, being unconscious, was too real. I decided not to go around the rooms in this barrack any more, and went home.
Later, reflecting on the story of my friend about the strange phenomena in her room and the smelly grandfather whom her daughter saw, I assumed that the epicenter of all troubles was in the room where I passed out. Perhaps an old man once lived there and now his spirit wanders through the old barracks. However, I did not begin to tell anyone about my assumptions, somehow I did not want to interfere in this devilry.
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