This story was told by a resident of one of the regional centers of Russia, who called himself Andrey. And he did this in order to warn people against the dangers that might lie in wait for them in such a seemingly quiet and peaceful place like a cemetery. So here's his story.
My father died when I was twelve years old. Despite such a young age, I understood well what had happened, and I was literally crushed by the grief that fell on us. During the funeral, something unimaginable was happening; it seemed to me that I was going crazy from unbearable mental pain and a woman's scream that was breaking my heart. When they began to lower the coffin into the grave, I stepped back a few steps: it was unbearable for me to see how my father was forever (!) Hidden from us in this damp, pungently smelling earth.
No one noticed how I backed away, at that moment they did not pay attention to me at all, and I suddenly felt that I simply could not stay here any longer. What a second - and the monstrous pain will literally tear me apart from the inside! I took one more step back, and another … and, finally getting out of the crowd, I rushed to run, not understanding where and why. I needed to hide, take a break, at least for a short while to hide from a terrible, irreparable disaster …
I ran, apparently, for a long time, because, having regained consciousness, I did not hear any screams or voices - nothing at all except silence, interrupted only by bird chirps. I stood near an abandoned grave. On the monument, which until the middle was buried in weeds, there was a name engraved, for some reason immediately engraved in my memory: Simbirtsev Alexander Ignatievich.
The chill of the afterlife
I stood and breathed heavily - from a long run and tears … And suddenly I felt that I was not alone here, that someone alien and hostile was behind my back. My heart sank, I wanted to run on, but then something icy clasped my hand … Fear did not allow me to see what it was; screaming desperately, I dashed with all my strength and rushed, not making out the road.
I ran, jumping over something, looping between the graves, and almost non-stop screaming. I realized that I was lost in this huge city of the dead, where behind every grave mound can hide something inhumanly terrible, beyond …
Some elderly women stopped me, began to calm me down, and asked about something. I barely answered that we buried my dad, and then I got lost. Ahaya and groaning, compassionate old women took me to the cemetery gate, where my mother was already rushing about in desperate anxiety, surrounded by her soothing relatives and friends …
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No one began to scold me, everyone was too shocked and exhausted by the events of this painful day. Sitting on the bus taking us from the cemetery, I probably could have calmed down and relaxed a little, if I had not again felt someone's invisible presence, from which everything in me froze. Having dared, I even turned my head, but I did not see anyone unfamiliar and even more terrible in the cabin. During the commemoration, the unpleasant sensation intensified: I could not eat, although I was hungry, and sat in a kind of numbness …
By the evening it got even worse: I literally fell asleep on the go and at the same time was terrified of going to bed. Why didn't I tell my mother or grandmother about everything? Probably because I didn't want to scare them and upset them even more. However, now I do not remember this anymore. But I remember the painful feeling of something terrible and inevitable that should have happened at night.
I slept in the same room with my sister. Angela has long gone to bed, putting out the light; her sleepy breathing was heard in the darkness. I went timidly to my bed, slipped silently under the covers and closed my eyes. It seemed to me that it was in the darkness that the one who relentlessly followed me from the abandoned grave would appear, become visible …
Deceased Father's Help
… I dreamed of some kind of labyrinth - the interweaving of endless gloomy corridors along which I ran, fleeing from a terrible pursuit. But no matter how hard I tried to break away from my pursuer, he gradually overtook me, breathing in the back of my head the grave cold …
Realizing that I was driven into a dead end and that something more terrible than death was about to happen to me, I pressed myself against the wall. But the wall suddenly turned out to be a door; it swung open inside, and someone's hands dragged me into a semi-dark room. I saw … my father.
“Listen to me, son,” he said hastily and somehow dully. - The one who is chasing you is a former suicide, he could not be buried in the cemetery. He feels bad, his spirit is between heaven and earth. He needs your body. But do not be afraid, with dawn it will disappear and no longer disturb you. Just remember, son, before that he will call you. I don’t know how, so don’t respond to anything. No matter what, understand?"
The next moment I woke up. My heart was beating in fright, and I was all wet with sweat. The dream seemed so real to me, the last words of my father were still ringing in my ears!.. I lay staring out the window, behind which the sky was already filled with the pre-dawn green-lilac, peacock color, and did not know what to expect from the coming day. Suddenly I heard Angela softly call my name.
"What do you want?" I wanted to say, but for some reason I didn’t. In the next second, I understood why. “Don't respond to anything,” my father told me, and I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
- Andrey, I know that you are awake, - said the sister. - I have something in my eye. Stand up, look.
“I can’t hear you, I don’t hear you at all,” I began to repeat to myself.
- Andryusha, well, what are you, - Angela said plaintively. - I am in pain!..
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" - I ordered mentally.
- Well, Andrey, well, get up, - the sister moaned. - Oh please…
“It's really not her! - I suddenly realized. "Angela never behaves like that!"
And, as if to confirm my thoughts, her voice barked with undisguised malice:
- Stand up and look me in the eye! Right now!
But now I knew that I would never do it. And the one who spoke in the voice of my sister probably understood this, because he suddenly burst out with harsh curses uttered in a man's bass.
But I already realized that he would not do anything to me. Me and my father - we were stronger than him. And the second thing that I realized was even more important. My father hasn't disappeared! He didn't die at all! He is somewhere, he loves me and, as before, takes care of me!..
And when I realized this, I cried again. But I cried in a different way, a feeling of gratitude and such an unbearably painful love that I had never felt for a living father was added to the acute sadness …
- Andryusha, what are you? Is it because of dad?
Awakened by my crying, Angela came up, sat down on my bed and began stroking my head, wiping away my tears. And the first rays of the sun were already beating through the window, scattering everything dark, eerie, evil, and I had no one else to fear …