“A woman was recently killed in our entrance at the Avtozavod. I knew her well. This lady was not entirely strict. She lived alone, and led a riotous lifestyle. There were enough men who wanted big and free love.
One evening, a drunken brawl took place at the entrance, and this woman was stabbed at least ten times with a knife. She died before she reached the operating room. The blood and walls on the floor were washed, whitened, and painted over several times. I don’t know who took it upon himself to organize the funeral, but I know that she was buried at the Avtozavodsky cemetery. The investigators came to us several times, but we were just visiting that unfortunate day and could not say any details. Some time later, they said that the killer had been found. The apartment was sealed, the passions subsided."
“Often, walking down the stairwell on the floor where the murder took place, I didn’t have a very pleasant feeling. Not fear, but just some kind of anxious feeling. And he accelerated his pace, climbing to his floor above. At the entrance, by the way, we have installed light bulbs that react to movement: when you pass the flight on the lower landing, the light goes out, and on the floor you have already climbed, on the contrary, lights up. I go up, I pass the "ill-fated" floor, I have already got the keys. As soon as I step on my site, the bulbs on my and the lower floors burst and shatter abruptly, and immediately after the entrance is twilight, I hear a wild female scream behind me."
“The cry was so loud and hysterical that horror struck me and my legs became cottony, and my head did not understand anything at all. I thought my heart would stop from fear. I woke up from the sharp smell of ammonia and the light of a flashlight. The neighbor, who was holding my arm, began to ask me - what happened, what kind of woman was shouting at the entire entrance?
And another neighbor said that he smoked on the top floor, heard the intercom door slammed, and a moment later he was also deaf from a shrill scream. He immediately went downstairs to see what had happened, shining a lighter, and recognized me. Then a neighbor came out with a flashlight and another neighbor, who brought the ammonia. I still cannot find a rational explanation for what happened. I began to sleep restlessly, I take sedatives. And now I know for sure that the afterlife exists."