Is there an "otherworldly encoder"?
Alcoholism is a serious social problem. How many families fell apart, how many destinies were destroyed! They fight as best they can: go to narcologists and psychotherapists, psychics and hypnotists.
But somehow, in the late nineties, fate brought me together with one not quite ordinary person. Sergey worked as a driver, although until recently he was a drunken alcoholic, which is why he even divorced his wife. It was he who told me the amazing story of his healing.
After the divorce, he fell into another binge. How many days and with whom he had drunk - he vaguely remembered. I woke up in the evening in my half-empty apartment. The doorbell was ringing insistently. Jumping off the couch, he rushed to the bathroom, toilet, kitchen - to check the taps. He was very afraid to flood his neighbors and then deal with the district police officer. The taps were in perfect order, but the bell rang without stopping.
Sergei went to the door, looked through the peephole. There was no one in the stairwell. Deciding that it was the kids who were playing around, he opened the door, went out the door, carefully examined the bell button. Nothing suspicious. He was about to return back to the apartment, and was about to close the door behind him, when he heard a thin, almost childish voice behind him. He was asked to shelter travelers for the night. Sergei's hair on his head began to move. He decided that he had drunk himself to delirium tremens, to auditory hallucinations. But the voice of an invisible creature reassured him, saying that all this did not appear to him, but was actually happening, he simply could not see them, the travelers. Having recovered a little from the shock, Sergei invited invisible guests into the apartment and, after waiting a little, closed the front door. I went to the kitchen and sat down at the table.
An invisible interlocutor asked if the host would feed the guests. He answered in confusion that in the house, except for stale gingerbread, dryers and tea, there was nothing else. The Invisible Man reassured him that this was enough. And he began to lament that Sergei was a bitter drunkard, and then asked: does he want to get rid of his addiction once and for all?
Sure! Sergei was ready for anything: after all, he himself did not know how to quit this damn habit.
The interlocutor, whispering with someone equally invisible, warned that he had to be patient a little: it would be very painful, but not for long. And at the same moment, according to Sergei, his head at the level of the forehead seemed to be squeezed by a strong narrow hoop. The sensations were so unusual that, with a cry, he grabbed his head in his hands and tried to break the “hoop”. For a moment, it even seemed to him that he groped and clearly grabbed it, feeling a thin strong wire under his fingers. But after a few seconds, the pain disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, although the feeling of a hoop on my head remained. And a thin red line was imprinted on the tips of his fingers, as if from a slight burn.
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… Invisible guests have been living with Sergei for two days. They did not cause much inconvenience to him, almost showing themselves nothing. Only in the evenings, lying on the sofa in the room, he heard a slight rustle in the kitchen, as if mice were in charge there. Yes, and gingerbread dryers, put on a plate on the kitchen table, miraculously disappeared by morning. He even had to go to the store a couple of times and replenish supplies.
By the end of the third day, one of the invisibles gave a voice: they say, it's time for travelers to go on the road again. Sergei silently went into the hallway, opened the door and stood for a while, as if seeing off the invisible guests. At some point, the feeling of a hoop on my head disappeared. And it became easy, easy!
By the time of the story, more than five years have passed since then. Sergei never drank a drop of alcohol again. According to him, the craving for the bottle has gone irrevocably. Some otherworldly encoder gave him powerful anti-alcohol protection!
One could have forgotten this story of the former drunkard, if a few years later in one of the books of Alexei Priyma a very similar story about invisible temporary guests had not come across. But they thanked the owners for their stay differently - right in front of the households, sweets, gingerbread and dryers were pouring from somewhere on the kitchen table from somewhere above.
Irina Filimonova