Horror Stories Of Soviet Childhood - Alternative View

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Horror Stories Of Soviet Childhood - Alternative View
Horror Stories Of Soviet Childhood - Alternative View
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Both children and adults will listen to these stories with pleasure.

Remember how in the pioneer camps at night we frightened each other with a grave voice - there was a black, very black table in the black, very black room …

About naughty girls

Once upon a time there was a cheerful old man - a cheerful one. He knew a lot of scary stories and told them to little naughty girls. If some girl was capricious and did not obey her mother, she invited the old man to visit. The old man collected his magic suitcase, put on a raincoat, boots and hat and set off. On the way, he sang funny songs about maniacs, robbers, murderers and other evil spirits.

The old man came to the rebellious girl and asked him to fulfill the only condition - to be alone with the girl, since adults cannot listen to scary stories. Mom agreed and left home on her own business. And when I returned, I saw a quiet cute picture - the girl was sleeping like a dead dream!

Coffin on Wheels

Once upon a time there was a girl with her mother. One day she was left alone. And suddenly the radio said: “Girl, girl, The coffin on Wheels has left the cemetery, looking for your street. Hide. " The girl was frightened, does not know what to do. He rushes about the apartment, wants to call mom on the phone. And in the phone they say: "Girl, girl, the Coffin on Wheels has found your street, he is looking for your house." The girl is terribly frightened, locks all the locks, but does not run away from the house. Shivers. The radio again broadcasts: “Girl, girl, the Coffin on Wheels has found your home. Goes to the apartment …”And so on. In short, when mom comes home, she finds the girl lifeless. There is only one wheel in the mouth …

Blouse

In a poor but honest family of alcoholics there lived a lovely girl. She lived quietly and unnoticed, and never complained about anything. She was so quiet and inconspicuous that everyone forgot about her, only sometimes they wondered who it was in the corner in a blue blouse. And the girl grew and grew, dumb and stooped, and quietly enjoyed life.

But then one day she began to notice that the blouse wants to strangle her. She wanted to take off her blouse, but her hands had forgotten how to move, and the hump kept getting in the way. And the older the girl got, the more and more the girl's blouse strangled.

And then the girl turned into a red maiden. And everything would be fine, but here's the trouble: her blouse squeezed very tightly. The maiden wheezed and even turned blue.

- Dad, dad, help! The blouse is choking me!

The father was surprised, where the unknown voice came from, scratched in his head, and thought that he was having another attack of delirium tremens. And the girl is still wheezing with the last of her strength.

- Father, dear, save me!

Then, as soon as he jumped up, as he drank a glass of green wine, his mind brightened. He took a sharp knife and began to strip the blouse until only shreds remained of the blouse.

When the girl was buried, her father remembered that he had given this blouse to the girl on her very first birthday. He hit his drunken head on the coffin and says:

- Forgive me, daughter, that I remembered you so late! I didn't have time to buy your pants !!!

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