About 15 years ago, an important acquisition happened in my life - I finally saved up money and bought an apartment. I earned honestly, without cheating and mortgages. Therefore, there was only enough for a "one-room apartment" and only in an old house, not in a new building. A good option turned up quickly: a girl was selling the apartment. It turned out that she was the inherited granddaughter of the hostess, who died six months ago.
While the paperwork was being drawn up and waiting in line, we got into conversation, and I decided to ask about my grandmother. It was then that I learned that she died under very mysterious circumstances - in the bathroom. In the evening I called my loved ones that she was going to go to bed, and in the morning I did not get in touch. When the apartment was opened, it turned out that it lies right in the water. But she did not drown - the cause of death was called cardiac arrest. The policemen then examined both the deceased and the apartment for a long time - they looked for a criminal trace, but found nothing. In general, having become the owner of an apartment with such a history, at first I wanted to immediately get rid of the deadly bathroom, but … I felt sorry for her. She's so big, cast iron, solid. Then I decided not to throw out the bath, but to renew: I invited specialists who put a new layer of enamel, and it became like new.
And everything would be fine, only every time, taking a bath, I, willingly or unwillingly, caught myself thinking that I was remembering that grandmother. Even a couple of times it became really scary when I washed my hair with shampoo and closed my eyes: it seemed that as soon as I opened them, the same deceased would be standing in front of me, as in some horror movie.
I tried to drive all these thoughts away. And for a long time - a year and a half. I thought that I was so crazy, impressionable … And then I met a girl. They began to live together. And somehow after a week of joint, so to speak, everyday life, she suddenly asks: "And in your apartment there have never been crimes?" At first I didn't even understand what she was talking about, but the girl explained: “Something strange happens when I wash. It seems that someone is standing nearby and watching me. And the other day, when I was lying in a hot bath, it suddenly seemed to me that next to me some grandmother was lying in the water, she was being strangled, and she was fighting back …"
I had to tell her everything. Since then, the bathroom has become terrifying for the two of us. We never saw ghosts there, but as soon as we crossed the threshold, we felt someone’s presence, the scene of the murder of an old woman was constantly popping up in my head …
After some discussion, we decided to throw out the old bath. From that day on, bad thoughts disappeared as if by hand. For ten years we have been living in tranquility, and the former mistress from the underworld no longer made itself felt.