This story began in 1967. At that time, my father often went on business trips, and my mother and I were left alone. When my father was not there, her friend, Aunt Sveta, came to visit my mother.
I was just 13 years old then, and during her visits I was not at all up to school. I opened the door and, freezing, listened as my mother told Aunt Sveta about the night terrors in our house.
Mom said that almost every night she was visited by a creature that is not visible, but it is felt that it is a hairy large man. He leans on her and tries to choke her.
And my father does not believe her stories, believing that in this way she wants to ensure that he does not go on business trips. Mom also said that she asked her father to change the apartment, but he does not agree.
Aunt Sveta once suggested moving her parent's bed - what if it somehow interferes with the night visits of a stranger? They did just that. But, as it turned out during the next visit of Aunt Sveta, this did not prevent invisibility. Mom even slept next to me for several nights.
I did not feel the presence of an intruder at night. And my mother told her friend: the hairy one again came to strangle her. She told Aunt Sveta that once she even tried to wake me up.
- Don't touch the child, let him sleep, - hissed the night visitor.
Mom then decided to go to his father in the city where he was on a business trip to talk to him again. I asked my friend to stay with me and spend the night with us.
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I really wanted to know who this hairy man is. At two o'clock in the morning I got up and went into the room where Aunt Sveta was sleeping on my parents' bed. A night light burned on the bedside table. Silence.
I quietly walked in circles around the room, but did not find anyone. She turned off the light and went to bed. When mom arrived, Aunt Sveta told her:
“You cannot imagine the fear I have endured. I began to fall asleep and suddenly I heard the front door open, and I was closing it. Heavy steps walk towards the bed. They stopped at my feet. It's dark, you can't see anything. I thought your husband came, called him by name - in response, silence. Scary - to the point of horror! She turned on the light. There is nobody. What a dream here! I lie neither alive nor dead. And then your daughter walks in in a white shirt, like a ghost. I pretended to be dreaming. She took it and turned off the light … She made me even more afraid. How did you go and talk to your husband?
- He sent me to hell! - answered her mother.
And after a while my mother died at night. Apparently, my heart could not stand the arrival of an uninvited night guest.
I grew up, got married, had children, then grandchildren. Almost 40 years have passed since my mother's death. My husband has died. And then it began …
I read a lot about mystical creatures - brownies. When they come, you have to ask: "For better or for worse?" If they answer: "For the worse" - it is better to change the home. Such an uninvited guest came to me twice. Of course, I didn't see him, but I felt cold breath, thin arms. It seemed to me that it was a small creature.
It sat on me, tried to grab me by the throat. I fought back, unclenched those cold slippery hands, wanted to scream, but only a wheeze came from my throat. With an incredible effort, she threw him off her, quickly stretched out her hand, turned on the night light and for a split second saw the evil eyes of some gnarled person, or an animal on the floor. I was alone in the apartment and was very scared.
The second time I was not so scared. The creature had not yet approached me, but I felt a chill emanating from it. The night guest sat down on the edge of the bed, and I heard the springs creak under him. His hand touched my body. I braced myself and asked the invisible creature:
- For better or for worse?
But there was no answer.
The late husband also came to me. I didn’t see it, but I felt it. But my dog, who was sleeping in my room, had the hair on the withers on end. The animal stared at the chair where the husband usually sat during his life, and growled loudly.
- Are you here? Why did you come? Go away! - I said loudly and angrily.
The dog calmed down after a while and again lay down at my feet. I still decided to change my place of residence and, probably, did the right thing. For many years now, no night guests have come to me.
Ludmila SOLOVIEVA, Zapolyarny, Murmansk region