This story happened to Anastasia Alexandrovna Larina, a resident of the city of Buguruslan, Orenburg Region, about five years ago. It all started when Anastasia's neighbor was bothered by night calls at the door, which were heard between 2 and 3 o'clock.
They called persistently and demanding. It was surprising that none of the family members heard these calls, and the frightened woman always got up and went out into the hallway. To her question: "Who is there?" - the silence invariably answered.
Since there was no peephole, the hostess froze and listened: what if there would be footsteps or rustles outside? However, everything went according to the script: again calls, again no one answers, and there is still silence outside the door. Not daring to open the door, the woman returned to bed. This happened once a week and continued until Nastya's neighbor finally stopped coming to the door.
Anastasia learned about all this from her. And when the night guest lost interest in his neighbor, he switched to Anastasia.
… At that time, the girl suffered from insomnia, she could lie for several hours in a dark room, listening to the clock ticking nearby, measuring the slowly creeping time. And only when it was getting light outside the window, the long-awaited dream came to Anastasia …
It was early February and it was a moonless night. Snow was falling outside the window. It so happened that Nastya was left alone in the apartment: her parents went to visit and could not return home, because due to bad weather, bus routes were canceled. The girl went to bed at about one in the morning, but even at that late time she could not fall asleep. Anastasia tossed and turned, wrapped herself in a blanket, covered her head with a pillow - everything was useless.
Suddenly the doorbell cut through the silence. It seemed that someone was pressing the button too hard, as if he wanted to wake up the entire entrance. Deciding that they were parents, Nastya hurried to the door. Already reaching for the castle, she mechanically asked:
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- Who's there?
No one answered her, but the call was repeated - just as loud and persistent.
- Who is it? The shy girl asked again and again did not hear anything.
She felt so creepy that everything inside went cold. And then a new call made me shudder. Nastya clung to the peephole.
The landing was brightly lit by two bulbs. At her doorstep Nastya saw a boy of about ten. He was wearing a simple fur coat, felt boots, mittens hung from sleeves with elastic bands. Dark-haired, chubby, with large eyes. There was no expression on her face. I was surprised that it was snowing outside, and the boy and his clothes were completely dry, without a single snowflake adhering to …
Suddenly he raised his head and looked up, as if he realized that they were looking at him. And then Nastya thought: how could this boy reach the bell? And where did he come from in the dead of night? These thoughts made the girl creepy. Suddenly the child curled his lips and his face darkened in an instant.
- Don't you dare look at me! He said in a hoarse and raspy old man's voice. - Do not look, or it will be worse!
Hearing this, Nastya screamed in horror, and they were already scratching at the door and muttering hoarsely:
- I saw … she saw … saw …
- Lord, protect from the unclean! - shouted the girl and began to baptize the door with a trembling hand.
The grinding stopped almost immediately, and then something rattled, hit the door - and there was silence.
Nastya stood at the threshold for a long time, but did not dare to look through the peephole. When she finally returned to the room, she turned on the light and sat there until morning. At dawn, the girl fell asleep, broken by fatigue and experienced stress.
By noon, the parents returned, woke Nastya up and asked what had happened to the front door. Upholstered with leatherette, it was covered in small, but deep and well-visible scratches …
Anastasia, being a believer, went to church the next day and prayed, brought from there holy water and sprinkled it on the front door. Larina was not bothered by night calls anymore …