I come from a small provincial town, but I have been passing through Moscow several times. There I have a good friend Andrey. His father lives in the city of Kirov. Once the father told Andrey an amazing story. I will share it with readers on behalf of Andrey, from whom I heard it.
- Once my father came to me in Moscow from Kirov. Before that, we hadn't seen each other for a year and a half, so stayed up late. We talked, began to remember the 1990s, when we lived in Perm.
I never asked my father why he didn't stay in Perm - he still has a four-room apartment there. The question is tactless - you never know what personal motives. And then he could not resist, asked why he was brought to Kirov. But I did not expect such an answer that I heard from my father. In general, this is what he told me.
He worked as a truck driver and transported various goods - usually in the Urals, and that time he accepted an order for delivery to Omsk. I drove as usual. Winter, my father was in no hurry, looked around, admired the landscape. Drove, calmly unloaded, drove back. True, in a different way. The road on which he came here was covered with snow, there were traffic jams.
He goes back - already empty. He's going through some villages. The forest belt begins. He drives along it for about thirty kilometers, and not a single car towards or behind. Suddenly he looks - a man is standing on the side of the road. Well, he thinks, you never know, a friend got lost in the forest in winter (although why walk through the forests in winter?).
I put on the brake. But the truck was dragged along the slippery road for another fifty meters. The father looks in the rearview mirror - the man is standing, does not move. Well, he leaned out of the window, shouting: “Hey, guy! Sit down, I'll give you a lift! This guy turns, slowly, looks for a couple of seconds and, slowly, walks up.
At first, my father felt rather than saw that something was wrong with that. He looks like an ordinary guy, but he is not dressed in winter: a gray jacket, a cap, jeans and sneakers. In general, he approaches, and the father sees: his eyes are inhuman, large, three times larger than usual. And the upper teeth stick out from under the lips, and they are so sharp!
Father, of course, got scared, closed the window - and on the gas. Looks, the guy runs after him. He adds gas, he does not lag behind. The road is slippery, you can't go too fast. The speed was 60-70 kilometers per hour.
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A little later, another "fellow traveler" ran out of the forest, and also followed his father. And then three more. My father got a little scared here. Tears even, he says, flowed from his eyes. That's all, he thinks, either I'll turn over on the ice, or these creatures will catch up with me and finish me off, or something else. In general, he himself does not remember how he got to the end of the forest belt. It was there that they lagged behind him.
My father drove to the nearest gas station, where there was a shelter and a cafe, immediately took vodka and told the owner about the meeting in the forest. And he just chuckles, and says:
- Do not drink while driving, otherwise you will see something different.
Father spat on the whole thing. Well, the man doesn't believe - and he doesn't. I paid for the parking and went to sleep in the car.
Father woke up because he wanted to go to the toilet. It's dark around, nothing is visible. Well, my father decided to turn on the headlights to get to the shelter. Turns on and sees creatures that the whole forest belt was running after him, about ten. In a semicircle in front of the cockpit are lined up and look at him. It seemed to my father that one even had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He hit the signal light with all his foolishness, the truck roared, and these creatures scattered, and my father drove out of the courtyard of this gas station and drove off again. The worst thing, he says, was that it was dark around and nothing could be seen in the mirrors. That is, it is not clear where these creatures are and whether they run after him at all. Father did not stop anywhere else until Perm …
After this incident, my father often began to get up at night and look out the window. He was terrified that these creatures accompanied him to the city and where he lives, they figured out.
And somehow on New Year's Eve I went out to the balcony to smoke and saw them. Three stood in the street and looked at him. Father locked himself in the apartment and trembled with fear all night.
The next day he dropped everything, bought a train ticket and went to Kirov to see his relatives. Already from there he sold his apartment in Perm, bought some old kopeck piece in the center of Kirov and now lives there. But, he says, for all the time he did not see these creatures again.
Anastasia LARINA, Buguruslan, Orenburg region
