Have you noticed that most of the strange and unexplained cases happened to us in childhood? Either you get used to everything with age, or your consciousness ceases to fix such "little things". Rather, the second. In early childhood and adolescence, the world is perceived a little differently. You get to know him, you are surprised, you are frightened, you subtly feel the slightest changes. The older you get, the stronger the "armor" that separates you from the world, adult problems pile up, and there is no time to talk about world secrets. The voice of reason speaks more and more in us, and less and less we listen to the whisper of intuition. And intuition itself, tired of constant ignorance, quietly fades into the background, leaving room for maneuver for the cold mind.
My friends and I got together once again over a cup of coffee to remember the “golden childhood”. We sat up late, and since all our dashing trinity are mystically tuned, the conversation smoothly flowed into this channel. And we began to remember once again who had dreamed or imagined something.
Our Nyurka was a special militant in childhood, and now on the threshold of fifty dollars a galloping horse can easily stop. Why is there a horse, three - with a look. Although she is fragile, even slender, her energy beats such that instead of a dynamo it can be easily used if the light is turned off.
Anna said that every summer she and her sister were solemnly sent to the dacha at the end of the school year under the supervision of their grandmother. In those distant times, not everyone could boast of the comfort that their country residence had: central water supply, steam heating and even, attention, a landline telephone. This old dacha place exists a few kilometers from Moscow to this day, only the hacienda was a departmental one, and after the death of his grandfather, the luxurious suburban living space had to be vacated.
Even then, the house and the plot were well-lived and even, one might say, old, says Anka. A luxurious but neglected garden was attached to the house, and the building itself, it seems, was still seen by the All-Russian headman Comrade. Kalinin. Anka loved to go to the dacha, but, according to her, she was afraid to stay at home alone. Especially after one strange incident.
It happened at night. Sister and Nyura slept in the same room. Once, the girl woke up from some vague feeling. She seemed to have been pushed. She patted her eyes, darkness was around. The grandmother did not particularly allow the light to be turned on at night, in order to total savings. Nyura suddenly clearly heard someone walking down the corridor in the direction of their room. No one suffered from sleepwalking in the family, and adults did not have the habit of controlling children at night. It was this that frightened the fearless robber.
The door opened with a slight creak. Anka says that then, for the first time in her life, I did not feel the expression about the hair moving on her head. With a swift squirrel, she darted into bed to her sister. She, half asleep, could not understand what Nyura was rushing about, but when she heard heavy, shuffling steps, she was no less frightened. For several minutes the girls listened to what was happening in the room.
Imagine their state: deep night, silence, complete darkness and someone is walking around the room. The girls were afraid to give themselves away even with a sigh. Suddenly the footsteps approached the bed on which Anna was supposed to lie. With a heavy sigh, Something sank onto the bed, the springs of the shell net clinking. Those whose childhood was spent in pioneer camps and in old dachas remember very well how such beds looked. From time to time, the nets sagged, stretched and sagged under the weight of the body, almost to the floor. Anka was light, and under her weight the bed never squeaked. And now they clearly heard the net clatter against the floorboards.
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The girls froze in horror. Anna says that at that moment she clearly imagined what would have happened if God forbid, she remained lying on the bed. Something that pushed through the bed with a heavy sigh would easily leave only a wet spot and a pleasant memory of it.
How much time passed, the girls did not notice. They only quietly listened to what was happening in the room. Here the net began to shake again, and the night visitor turned and grumbled. Shuffling footsteps slowly made their way out of the room. The girls' eyes were already accustomed to the darkness, it seemed to them that they saw a formless shadow. According to all the laws of physics, the shadow should not stomp, dodge and create air vibrations, but this was not the case. The noisy newcomer snuffled, grunted, and suddenly went to the bed on which the sisters were hiding. But he didn't get there, somewhere downstairs, on the first floor, a window sash slammed, and the stern, unrestrained grandmother cursed loudly at the grandfather, about the fact that he had not closed the frame again.
The shadow, or whatever it was, changed its trajectory and headed for the exit. The door to the room creaked, the steps died down.
Anka says that she and her sister could not sleep until morning. And only when it began to dawn outside the window, they could doze off for a while. At breakfast the girls tried to ask the elders if they had heard anything suspicious. Granny looked dubiously at her sisters and looked at her grandfather meaningfully. It seemed to Anna and her sister that they were clearly not saying something, but remembering about the harsh nature of the grandmother, they did not dare to ask in detail.
Many years later, Anka found out that before her grandfather, other people lived in the house, also fiery revolutionaries and fighters for universal equality. Where did they go, history is shyly silent. However, even without detailed research, it is clear where people who lived at the beginning of the last century in departmental dachas often disappeared.
When the departmental real estate was taken away in the 80s, Anka says that she thought with vengeful pleasure how Something would frighten the new owners. Both she and her sister, over time, stopped paying attention to the antics of strange visitors and even found a common language with them, as only fearless and inquisitive children can do. So they lived in a haunted house, and neither sisters nor spirits were bothered by this neighborhood.