In those distant years, when this story happened, I just arrived in Konotop, where my grandfather and grandmother recently died. The return to the land of my ancestors was not too joyful for me.
Old friends stayed far away, but I haven't made new ones yet. I lived in an empty grandfather's house and in moments of melancholy often went to the graves of my relatives, since the cemetery was very close. I’ll come, put the flowers, clean everything around, and my heart will feel better.
I went to bed late: I watched TV, read books, washed and dusted, did a million other things and was terrified of going to bed. The reason for my fear was quite simple. I started having nightmares. It’s like I’m completely naked, lying between two very hot bodies. Man and woman - they are trying to make love, not paying attention to the fact that I share them.
I am very hot, ashamed and at the same time scared. Their wet hot bodies touch me, and I try to hide from them. Everything that happens to me is disgusting. I scream, I try to wake up, but I cannot, my scream is not heard, and the nightmare continues. In search of salvation, I begin to recite a prayer, and gradually the hideous vision disappears.
I wake up, look at my watch and see that the hands of the alarm clock show half past three in the morning. Silence all around, the air seemed to thicken and froze, even the dogs did not bark. And my body is covered in sweat. This was repeated for several nights in a row.
The answer to what was happening came to me unexpectedly. Returning home from the graves of my grandfather and grandmother, in the new section of the cemetery, I glanced over at a fresh monument that had not been here a few days ago. In the photo I recognized my night tormentors and even understood who they were from the inscription on the granite. The whole city was gossiping about them.
A fairly young married couple died in a car accident. Their bodies were badly burned. The dead were buried in one grave.
… Anger helped to overcome the glamor. I felt an attack of acute hatred for my tormentors and mentally promised to drive an aspen stake into their grave if the nighttime disgrace recurs even once.
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Since then, I have been sleeping well, I do not have erotic nightmares. But 'I understood that although they say that one should be afraid of the living, not the dead, the dead can also cause us a lot of trouble. Even in a dream.
Marina KRYUTCHENKO, Konotop
