Autumn this year started early, but for me - a heavy smoker with fifteen years of experience - the chilly weather was not an obstacle. I stood on the balcony, puffing on another cigarette and admiring the full moon, which gazed at the ground from a cloudless sky. Still, I wonder why the full moon is considered a bad omen if it falls exactly on Friday, the 13th?
Half an hour ago I argued on this topic with my Lenka. That's who we love all mysticism! Either she needs a brownie to treat her with candy, then a fashion show about psychics to watch, or even a child will gather to baptize. And I’m not that strongly against it (after all, everyone should have their own hobby), but only to me - a graduate of the Physics Department and Doctor of Science - all this seems to be vestiges of the Middle Ages.
This time, the wife found herself another cause for concern. I heard somewhere that a supermoon was coming, and not just any one, but a bloody one. All would be fine, but this full moon-supermoon fell on Friday. Moreover, the 13th. I tried to explain to Lenka that all these are superstitions without a rational basis, relics of the "dark past," so to speak. But, alas, my arguments did not find the desired response …
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After a short argument, my wife went to the bathroom to wash off her daytime makeup, and I went to put our son Alyoshka to bed. The child was capricious for a long time, said something about the monster that had settled in his room. Damn it, I am already beginning to fear lest his mother's addiction to all this esotericism be transmitted to him! However, in vain I wind myself up. After all, fantasies of monsters, ghosts, and other "invisible friends" are not uncommon among 5-year-olds.
Alyosha had to read not one fairy tale, as usual, but two. It seemed that the son was struggling with sleep, it was obvious that he did not want to be alone in his room. As a compromise, I brought a night light that we stopped using for about a year ago. I told Alyoshka that I would sit with him until he fell asleep.
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In thought, I did not notice that the cigarette had decayed almost to the filter. It's time to go to bed, tomorrow is a crucial day, and I need a clear head. I noticed that Lenka had already left the bathroom, which means that she had already finished her "evening prayer". Finally, I decided to look into my son's room to make sure that everything is in order with him.
Contrary to my expectations, Alyoshka did not sleep. The boy looked at me with a strange look, even in the light of the night lamp, I noticed that he was unnaturally pale.
- Sonny, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling bad?
- Dad, someone is moving under my bed!
I don't know why, but I suddenly realized that this is not just childish fear. It was incredible, but I really felt like there was something alive under the bed!
And so I kneel in front of the bed, my heart is pounding, and a fog floats before my eyes. It seems that the light of the night light dims, and the room plunges into darkness. But what I see under the bed makes me cry out in surprise. After all, my son lies under the bed! Frightened to death, Alyoshka whispers in a patter, "Dad, there, on the bed, not me, but someone else!"
After blinking one last time, the night light goes out completely. An ominous laugh is heard, we must run as soon as possible, we must run, take our son and wife and run away, we must run …