I want to dedicate you to 3 scary and real stories from the life of people about the village. I guarantee that all of them are not fictional, and are capable of terrifying even a daredevil.
I order suspicious and compassionate people to immediately leave the page.
Otherwise, terrible images will haunt you at night for a long time.
village grandmother
I left the cursed village. Settled in the Tula region. A communal apartment with bedbugs is a paradise compared to what I managed to survive.
I'm sure you probably won't believe me. So know this: until you see for yourself, you will doubt everything.
In the village of "Pchelki" only old women remained to live. The youth moved to the cities.
Another thing is interesting. That they are all under 90 years old. Dry, wiry, industrious and frowning.
My mother is also a long-liver. She died at 91.
I didn't get married, but I learned how to manage on my own. I have weak lungs, so the country air ventilated them well.
So she huddled with grandmothers, in the evenings listening to their stories from life.
We always gathered in a crowd, and I, as the youngest, preferred to remain silent.
But one old woman was never with us. Only a subdued light burned in her hut almost until dawn.
Everyone called her a sorceress, and shunned the accursed court. They also avoided making eye contact and any touch of her bony hand.
No one knew the exact age of the black-clad old woman. Some said that she had long passed over 100.
Once I passed by her rickety hut. Came back from a walk.
I look, she looks at me and smiles good-naturedly. And there is nothing satanic in her expression in her eyes.
Daughter, I have become quite decrepit. Help, please, grandmother, bring water - the one who was called the sorceress pleaded.
I helpfully approached and brought a full bucket. Fortunately, the column was nearby.
When I entered her house, the old woman turned around, and then I felt the chilling gaze of centuries-old and unshakable antiquity.
Grandma tenaciously grabbed my hand and began to whisper incomprehensible phrases. Most likely in late Latin.
I was dumbfounded, feeling a powerful and inexhaustible energy penetrate into the depths of my soul.
The sorceress read the words of the spell, breathing her demonic gift into me before dying.
The fellow villagers understood everything, and drove me out of the village, throwing cobblestones and cursing me with all the saints.
I somehow sold my hut and settled down in the nearest town.
And the old ladies are laughing. There are no more of them left. They left at 1-month intervals, signing all their pitiful possessions to me.
I sold it to the young, and again returned to a remote village.
This will continue indefinitely, and I will soon need a new body. I've already seen the victim. This time it will be my “beloved” man.
Never come to our village. I'll take you out!
scary road
There is one mysterious path in our village leading to a sprawling forest.
It happened that a wanderer would go along it, but would not return back. They are looking for him, the poor fellow, and declare him missing.
There are many rumors about the terrible road. She does not take locals.
And the thin and reckless leads into a gloomy unknown.
She, like ordinary people, has her own real story.
Allegedly, many centuries ago, there was a Church on that place.
Services were held, and people were much kinder than they are now.
A wedding was planned in it: the groom is a handsome man and the bride of dazzling attractiveness.
There were too many envious eyes. Many girls wanted to be in the place of the bride, exactly like many guys in the place of the groom.
At the hour of the wedding, spiteful critics surrounded the Church. Each of them had a can of fuel in their hands. They set fire to God's haven, killing those who were in it alive.
From deep despair and inhuman pain, the newlyweds, holding hands, cursed the laity three times, and those who, with unkind thoughts, would walk through the sacred place.
Since then, this has been the case. Many people come to our village. Bright people who were returning along the path back mysteriously repeat that they hear beautiful singing. Then the male and female voices are filled with a nightingale.
And those who step onto the village path with bad intentions disappear without a trace, finding themselves in the grip of a centuries-old curse.
Personally, I don't go that route. And then suddenly I think even worse.
village nightmare
The lad, leper beyond recognition, did not wish harm to anyone.
His face was on fire. The burns were so ugly that even her own mother could hardly hide her disgust.
But he was kind and sentimental, good-natured and devoid of callousness of soul.
But the village guys, especially during the hours of a terrible hangover, tried to recoup him. They knew, after all, that he would not answer them anyway, but would remain silent, lower his eyes and, like a child, sob.
Such a fate - to be expelled from the tribe of people.
One day, the tipsy brethren decided to mock him.
The bastards squeezed him in a circle, scaring him with a fiery flame.
The guy begged for mercy, saying that he had not done anything to them. Like, anything, but not the fire, which he sacrificially feared.
But the degenerates were so stunned that they touched his disfigured face with a homemade torch.
The guy grabbed it and fell in heavy lamentations.
The next day the whole village ran like clockwork.
Mash, Ver, Lord, Pasha, Andrei, beloved Olechka, Maxim, how could this happen?
Either the fire punished them, or it is retribution for all the bullying.
But in our village now everyone is a leper. They can only be distinguished from the back.
Scary stories from real life edited by me - Edwin Vostryakovsky.
When I went to pay another debt to the Motherland - to serve urgently in the ranks of the Soviet Army, I met Oleg at the transit point, the same recruit as myself. We were countrymen. Plus, they were on the same team. And then in one "school".
Even on the way to the place of service, during the exchange of memories of the last summer days spent in the "citizen", Olezhka told a creepy story. It all happened when he was visiting his grandmother in the village. Somewhere on one of the Volga river tributaries.
There, the main entertainment for the guy was fishing. Although before that he had not been known as an avid angler, but due to the lack of a special variety of rural leisure, he became addicted.
Two years ago, in the summer of 17, I spent the night several times in the old house of my acquaintances, in a village near Moscow. The house is like a house, old, neglected. I was actually scared there at night, so I always carefully checked / double-checked before going to bed that all the hook locks on the doors were closed.
The usual evening, having plowed during the day, had dinner, lay down in a small room where she always slept, read a little on the tablet and fell asleep. But I must say that I locked myself like this: the door to the porch - one, the door to the kitchen - two and the door to the main residential part - three, and the main part is a small corner with a stove, and from it the entrance to two rooms - large and small where I slept.
My mother and I left for the whole summer in the village for many years in a row, we didn’t have our own house, so we rented a hut from one nice woman, Maria, unfortunately I don’t remember her patronymic. At the beginning of the summer, she came for money and did not bother us anymore. In one of these summer seasons, in a conversation with my mother, she mentioned that she was going to the hospital for an examination, her heart ached. Mom wished her a speedy recovery, and on that they said goodbye. Some time has passed. We went to bed as usual, and my mother says that she suddenly wakes up for some unknown reason.
It's already deep night outside, I'm sleeping. Mom tossed and turned, sleep does not go.
We spent every summer in the countryside. We had our own little house there. Many relatives came and went, young people went out to the club in the evenings, returning home after midnight. Adults spent evenings on a bench, gathering all the neighbors around.
Once, returning from a club, my sister, my brother, and I decided not to immediately go into a stuffy and crowded house, but to sit in the garden, chat, look at the stars and breathe in the freshness of the night. So, we sit like this for quite a long time, then we hear steps and some noise from the side of the house. Well, we decided that dad was not sleeping or woke up and was worried, he was waiting for us. We got up and headed towards the house.
I was 16 years old. I lived in a village in the Bryansk region, and after working days we often gathered in a company and walked, sang songs, burned bonfires, ran after girls ... nights flew by.
And on a warm July night, we saw the glow and crackle of slate, the house of a local grandmother was on fire. We hurried there. The house was on the outskirts, old and slightly rickety. His mistress was a long-liver, at that time she was under 99 years old. They said different things about her, someone good, and some not very good.
We didn't care, the fire is a sight...we were stupid.
When we got closer, the fire was already approaching the house, the extension was initially on fire.
My father told me this story, he does not really believe in mysticism, but he knew something about our farm. So, closer to the point. Vasya the miller lived not far from our farm (the nickname is because he had a mill), he had a wife, and there were bad rumors about this woman - someone said that she knew something, someone said that she read black magic who thought she was a witch. I don’t know if she was a witch or not, if she had connections with an unclean one, I wasn’t in the project at all. So, they lived and one day she died (I don’t know how long she died), after her death, hell began, in the literal sense of this expression.
This happened to me when I was 9 years old. Then, not for the first time, I went to the village with my family: me, mom, dad, Seryoga and Maxim (my older brothers). Our house is big and spacious. There is a real Russian stove there. So I'm not talking about that. I have friends there: Vanya (nicknamed Badger), Igor (Dumpling), Anya, Ira, Vasya, Lyokha and Sanya. We constantly walked through abandoned houses, through the forests at night, had a little fun, scaring ourselves.
And one night Svetka (Lyokha's younger sister) and I went to an old club or to a box. It’s really scary there: an old small box, the floor creaked, and somewhere it fell through, everything was overgrown with plants, you know, very dumb. On the way there, I wanted to go to the toilet. Lyokha and Svetka were left to wait for me. And when I did all the things, I remembered that today is Midsummer's Day. Already wanted to leave, but could not because of the strange glow in the bushes. It was either red or pink. I wanted to look at this thing, then I did not know anything about the fern. I came up, looked ... And suddenly I feel that someone or something was staring at me, something was walking, the smell, as if my teeth had not been brushed for an eternity. Fear seized me, so I went with my back, closing my eyes. I don't know how I did it, but something pulled me out. I ended up in the place where I noticed this light.
Vika, why are you there for so long? Let's skip the most interesting! Lyokha shouted to me.
I'm going, I'm going. I muttered.
Vika, don't scare us like that again, please. We were worried about you, we even wanted to follow you. Sveta said.
Don't worry. I'm here. I answered her.
Haven't we missed anything? Lyokha asked casually.
Yes, yes. The bullshit was told. Badger answered.
It's a real story, idiot! You believe in fairy tales, but you don't! Vasya was outraged.
Calm down, Vaskan. Ira said.
Guys, do you want to crap yourself to the fullest? Anne asked with a sinister smile.
Well, go ahead. Sanya agreed.
We will go to the abandoned witch's house. Anya said. - You will shit with bricks there!
Hell no, we won't. - Pelmen said with a challenge.
Dumpling, you're fatter than all of us! Get more than an elephant! - Badger joked.
You are ready? I asked.
Yes. - everyone answered, except for Sveta.
I'm afraid. - said Svetka-Sunshine (because of her blond hair).
Don't be afraid, just hold on to my hand. Lech said.
And we went to the witch's house under the guidance of Anka. At first, a normal green forest, but somehow uncomfortable. Further there were bare trees, twisted, frightening me, Ira, Svetka, Sanka and Vaskan. Here we reached a cave woven from branches.
Here. We must build. Anka said.
I'll be the first. - from Pelmen.
I am second. - Badger.
I am the third. - Lyokha, holding Svetka by the hand.
I am fourth. - Anya.
Then I'm fifth. - Ira.
Sixth. - Vasya.
Seventh. - Sanya.
Ninth. - I.
Lined up next to each other. Everyone had flashlights and even spare ones.
Vika, since you are behind everyone, you are holding a flashlight. Anya started. - Ira also holds, well, Badger too. Anka finished. - Oh, damn it, hold Svetka too, so that it would not be so scary. Remove the rest of the lights! We will turn them on later.
We walked for ten minutes. From every rustle they twitched, but went forward. And suddenly someone farted. How everyone rushed at me, trampled me, bastards. Didn't have time to react. But when Dumpling ran over me, I thought I would die.
Epilogue. I learned everything about the fern flower and I look forward to it again, at least to see it, but I also want to catch it. Who farted, so we did not know, but I think it was Pelmen or Badger. I did not communicate with them for three days, but I still forgave them.
It was in the late 80s, Anya's mother worked in some architectural bureau (I won't lie what it was called correctly, and it doesn't matter), in general, they were engaged in the restoration of architectural monuments. Anya's older sister Masha was a professional art restorer, she worked mostly in churches and monasteries. Mother and daughters traveled all over the country, to the most diverse corners of our vast Motherland. Either the Church in the Vladimir region is being restored, or the cathedral in Suzdal. Anyuta, still very small, is always under supervision with her mother and older sister, always safe.
I will say that this family, although it was engaged in the noblest deed, was not particularly religious at that time. .
And then one day they were brought to a place forgotten by God, somewhere in the Smolensk region, already on the border with Belarus. An old, barely alive village, one central street, a dozen houses, a forest, a river and a huge moat (it seems like the Dnieper used to flow there, but it dried up).
There was also a small church from the beginning of the 17th century, old icons darkened from time to time, wax candles exuding an indescribable aroma. yard dogs.
They settled the visitors on the outskirts, in the house of the chairman, and somehow strangely, as if in jest, they warned: “After sunset, do not wander around the village and do not let the child alone!”
The family is urban, does not believe in prejudice, but after the first day of work, returning home, the women noticed that with the advent of twilight, the village seemed to have died out. The shutters are tightly closed, there are bolts on the gates, not a single living soul, only yard dogs whine in their booths.
The locals were not talkative and did not particularly talk about the reasons for the curfew. Life, they say, is rural, we go to bed early - we get up early. But the chairman's wife, a very sweet and compassionate woman, became so attached to Anyuta that, without further talk, at sunset she herself locked the restless child at home. Mom and Masha often met a girl crying and complaining that they were not allowed to walk, they were locked at home.
“All for her good, there is nothing for such a kid to wander around the village in the dark!” the chairwoman argued. But I repeat, the restless Anka screamed and demanded freedom, as a result of which her mother gave in and forbade locking her at home - “Let her walk side by side until we return.”
Restoration work was in full swing and one day the women returned home quite late. There is silence in the village, darkness, even if you gouge out your eye, and Ani is not visible on the mound. She was not even at home, they rushed to look, they ransacked the entire village up and down, to no avail. They pushed the chairman aside, dragged the lanterns and went home.
They opened it reluctantly, shrugged their shoulders and averted their eyes somehow doomed. “They themselves are to blame, it was said not to let the child roam in the dark” “Yes, what's the matter ?! - mother pleaded - what is happening, what are you afraid of ?! “Look in the ravine” - all that the frightened women managed to learn from the locals.
They ran to the ravine, about 10 people gathered, men with pitchforks, as expected, and lanterns. But at the edge of the ravine, everyone stopped. "Further on, your child - your business." There is no need to explain the state of shock of Anyuta's mother, the adult village men refused to go down into the ravine, what is there at the bottom, and what happens to the child if he is there.
Anyuta's mother, together with her eldest daughter, rushed down through the windbreak, almost to the touch, down the slope in complete darkness. They shouted, shone with thin beams of flashlights, whose light was hopelessly swallowed by absolute darkness. Already halfway down, there was a muffled hiss, as if a dozen cats reared at once and produced this terrible cacophony.
Masha was the first to reach the bottom, she stood up as if rooted to the spot and screamed in horror. The picture that opened to her paralyzed her, her voice broke and she lost consciousness. The girls' mother rushed forward and finally saw her missing daughter. Moonlight reflected slightly from a small stream at the bottom of the ravine, but this light was enough to illuminate two figures of about the same height.
Anya walked quietly and slowly, led by the hand by a low, hunched creature with long arms and crooked legs. The creature looked around warily and hissed. Her eyes glowed like a cat's, and her long fingers ended in sharp claws. In the moonlight, the creature's skin shone a bluish color with small dark streaks and spots all over its body. The girl moved without any visible resistance, her eyes were closed.
With a cry, the mother rushed to the child and, grabbing Anyuta by the hand, pulled her towards her. The creature grinned, exposing sharp short teeth, hissed with renewed vigor, but the girl did not let go. A struggle ensued, the mother pulled the child towards her, and the creature, whose strength was clearly inferior to the furious pressure of the angry mother, backed away, slid on the clay bottom and tenaciously held the unfortunate child.
With flashing eyes and clattering jaws, the creature turned to a roar and grabbed Anyuta with two paws. Finally, the mother saw exactly where the creature was dragging its prey. On the opposite side of the dried-up river, in the thickets, one could see old brickwork, a hole darkened in it. With the last of her strength, the mother pulled her daughter towards herself and the creature finally unhooked. As soon as the girl was in her mother's arms, she let out a long groan and sank to the ground.
Then Masha came to her senses, she and her mother grabbed the child and rushed up out of the ravine. The creature below continued to hiss and whimper, it either ran closer or retreated timidly. The mother loudly called for help, and apparently these cries and the proximity of people scared the creature away, in the end, spinning a little more at the bottom, it disappeared into the thickets near the brickwork.
Upstairs, the women and the exhausted child were received by the locals, in complete silence they escorted the mother and daughters to the house of the chairman and, as if nothing had happened, dispersed to their homes. In the lighted room, Anyuta finally came to her senses, she sobbed softly and complained about a bad dream, the girl’s hand, the one that the creature was holding on to, was covered in blood, deep cuts became inflamed and terribly hurt. Anya spent the whole night in delirium, the wounds were washed and bandaged, only at dawn she fell asleep.
The chairman's wife quietly told from her husband that earlier animals often disappeared from the village at night, their gnawed corpses were found at the bottom of the ravine. And when the young son of a local drunkard disappeared, everyone agreed and, at sunset, they began to lock the doors and windows of the houses until dawn. The boy was never found, for the most part they did not look for him, the villagers flatly refused to go down into the ravine, and the heartbroken father sat all night on the edge, not daring to go alone.
It is said that when you hear a hiss in the courtyard of the house at night, you can see through the shutters a small clumsy creature staggering around the village in a futile attempt to find food. It walks all night through the yards, looks into the dog kennels and, driven by the howling and barking of frightened animals, disappears into the ravine in the morning.
P.S.
Anya saw the scars on her arm with her own eyes.
I don’t remember the name of the area, I heard this story when I myself was still at school.
The girls' names have been changed.
How many of you have been to villages that can be called dead for a long time?
Old sloping buildings, gray collapsed houses, overgrown and parched areas, roads and paths overgrown with grass and thorns. People left their homes every day, abandoned their land and households. Someone died of old age, someone moved to the city. There is no light, no gas, no water. Everything seems mysterious and enigmatic. Someone visits such places out of curiosity, someone in search of something interesting, and someone wants to unravel the mystery of the death of such places.
So my friends and I decided to visit one of the extinct villages.
We found an article on the Internet about one mysterious village, in which there are a little more than twelve houses. The exact number is not indicated, because some houses have completely collapsed, and you can not see them in the tall grass. There was very little information about this village, but something nevertheless attracted our attention. Also, in the comments to the article about this place, we read that quite inexplicable things happen there. Being a skeptic, I decided to persuade my friends to visit those places and check the veracity of the words of this "SCHOOLBOY", as he called himself in the comments. Of course everyone agreed. We generally like to walk around old places and explore various ruins. In the cellars of some objects, there used to be interesting gizmos, you just needed to dig in some places.
It took me only half an hour to get ready.
It seems like he took everything, although, you need to check. So:
Sleeping bag.
Blanket.
First aid kit.
Sweater.
Raincoat…
Tax. It seems that he checked everything, took everything, did not forget anything. Great. Well, everything, now it remains to wait for the early morning and a call with an alert to the exit from the guys. You can go to bed to be invigorated in the morning.
I fell asleep quickly, I did not notice how. It seemed that already in a dream I was walking around that very village. He examined the houses, considered abandoned and abandoned things by former residents. And I was not alone there. No, these are not my friends. I didn't know these people at all. Women in long, closed dresses, men with drooping beards, in shirts and baggy trousers tied up. Old men, old women, children. So it seems that no one has lived here for a hundred years, if not more. And how true it all is. Both chickens and cattle. But the houses are all the same, skewed and black. Gardens and plots overgrown with weeds in human growth. There is no sun at all and the sky is gray and gloomy. I ask people what kind of place this is and why they don't come to the houses. And in response, only silence. To all my questions, they just pointed at the houses and shook their heads. Somehow I felt uneasy from everything, and this feeling only grew. In the window of one of the houses, I saw a black silhouette. Looking at him, there were feelings of fear and a desire to run away. I stood as if paralyzed and looked out the broken dark window...
My dream was interrupted by the ringing phone. I was glad to call, because it is not known how my dream could end for me, not in reality, of course. But even in a dream, I did not want to feel that feeling again ...
Yarik called, he said that in an hour she would be at the entrance. I showered, had breakfast, checked my trekking gear once more, and climbed to the site where we found our research site. It said that all the inhabitants of this village had disappeared without a trace. No one has been able to explain this fact. But, the fact remained. This mystery has remained unsolved.
“Why didn’t we see this right away?” I asked myself aloud. “I personally read the entire article from A to Z, but I didn’t see this in it. Hmm...maybe I missed it? Yes, okay. This only makes it more interesting.
I did not take a steam bath for a long time, when I heard a beep under the windows, I closed my laptop, grabbed my “luggage” and flew out of the apartment. Throwing my luggage into the trunk, I jumped into the back seat, where my girlfriend, Assia, was waiting for me.
- Well, is everything in the collection? - Turned to us Yarik? - Let's go ?!
“Let's go!” We shouted in chorus and merrily.
I decided not to tell my friends about my dream, because it's just a dream, I decided. The road was long. We stopped several times to eat and rest. After six hours, we finally reached the sign, which served as a kind of clue. You can't go further by car, you have to walk. And this is about two or three hours and more than ten kilometers. We unloaded from the car, loaded up with backpacks and set off towards adventure ...
There were four of us: I, Aska, Yarik and Lyudka (Yarik's girlfriend and my Aska's best friend).
We didn’t go fast, but on such a road, when the grass is higher than you, we won’t be able to go fast. Having reached the birch forest, we decided to rest. It was warm, fresh, the sun shone brightly. There was not a single cloud or cloud in the sky.
- Guys! Look here, quickly!
Ludka screamed. We were frightened, because her cry was as if she had seen the corpse of a mammoth. Ludka stood and looked at us with astonished eyes.
- What's happened? What are you yelling like on the battlefield?” Yarik asked her.
— Look. Where am I standing?” Ignoring the causticity, Lyudka continued.
“On the grass, where else?” You seem to be completely overtired, Lud. Do you have sunstroke? - This time I quipped.
- Well, it is clear that on the grass - She did not let up - And where exactly? What, you don't see anything? Well?
- Path. She...she's standing on the path. On the trodden path. - Aska said with surprise.
- I didn’t understand - Yarik began - Where did the trail come from? From the forest and...
“And all the way to the village,” I finished the sentence Suho. “Look over there, there are houses. And the path leads right there.
“Maybe the homeless settled there?” Ludka suggested. “Well, you know, it happens. They go to the forest, eat mushrooms and berries, now is the season. They spend the night in a cottage. No roof over your head...
“Yeah, five hundred kilometers from the city?” You are just a brain, Lyudka. - Yarik could not calm down.
“Instead of standing and arguing, one should go and see what is there, or who.” I said.
We threw on our backpacks and walked along the path to the village. The journey took no more than ten minutes. Although, according to calculations, it should have been much further. The weather began to deteriorate. The sky turned grey, gloomy, not the rustling of insects, not the chirping of birds was heard. It didn't bother us. You never know... the weather often changes, especially now, in our "poisoned" time.
We found a stronger house, with intact window frames and panes. He seemed more well-groomed than the others. Yes, and it was closer to the exit from the village. After unpacking, we warmed up, put on raincoats and decided not to waste time. We split into pairs and went to explore the buildings.
The places seemed, I tell you, terrifying. Around dead silence, gray houses, skewed fences. Rusted axes, hand saws, earthenware pots, and whole, not cracked or broken. Aska took a couple of pots. The houses had old, rotten furniture. Chests, dressers, samovars. On the windows hung something that used to be called curtains. But from dampness and time, everything turned into a terrifying picture. Everything seemed as if people really didn’t go anywhere, but simply disappeared. Evaporated. It was creepy.
We walked around the yards, looked into the baths, into the sheds, into the canopy, into the houses ... We examined and studied everything that could help us understand what happened here. Aska replenished her collection with various trinkets, I looked into both eyes, hoping to see at least something that could give me an idea about what happened in this place.
In one of the courtyards, Aska and I decided to split up and meet in half an hour near the gate.
It was already getting dark, it was almost nine o'clock, but ICQ was still gone. Communication did not catch. No wonder these places...
I went around the yard up and down, but ICQ, as if through the ground, fell through. Thinking that she could not wait for me to go to the guys, because I myself was fifteen minutes late, I went out the gate and went to the house where we were staying. Somehow it suddenly got dark. Nothing was visible at all. I turned on the flashlight on my phone and continued walking, illuminating the road. Passing by another house, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that there was someone in the yard.
- Hey! Yarik! ... Asya! Who's there?!
Everything was quiet, and only frequent breathing was heard behind the fence fallen down by time.
I thought for a long time and decided whether I should go there or not. It got scary though. Maybe it was some kind of animal wandering in search of food, or the guys decided to play me in this way, but I did not want to seem like a coward in any case. I illuminated the courtyard with a flashlight, hoping to see at least something, but everything was clear. Just grass and old boards, nothing else. The breath is gone, the sounds are gone. And only a distant chuckle was heard from far away. Like a child laughing. Illuminating the area around me, I realized that this is the place I saw in my dream. The same yard, the same shop, the same house opposite... Absolutely everything, down to the last detail. How is this possible? Gathering up my courage, I stepped over the fallen fence, crossed the yard, and went to the front door of the house. I stood there for a couple of minutes, took a deep breath and...
Here I am in the house. It seemed warm there, it did not smell of dampness and rot at all, it seemed as if it was more comfortable than the house where we were staying. I went into a large room, there was an old couch, it did not look bad. There was a round table and one chair. There was a lot of rubbish in the corners and everywhere. Behind me, I heard the chuckle again. It's like a child is playing with me...
- Who is there? Guys? Enough. It's not funny.
Laughter again.
- Fine. Who are you?
- I know who I am. But who are you? And what are you doing here? - I was afraid to turn around, but still, I succeeded.
It looked like a boy was sitting on a chair, but not a boy at all. Like a child, but like not. I aimed my flashlight at him to get a better look. He closed his eyes and covered either his face or muzzle with his hands. Well, or it would be more correct to say, paws.
“I am the owner of it all. I live here. But you and those people who came with you disturbed my peace. I already saw you, yesterday, at night. You stared at me from the street.” The creature laughed.
I realized that from fear, my ears were stuffed and began to throb in my temples. Hands and feet became cold, and speech became incomprehensible.
“Are you… are you from my dream?” And who were the people then who stood behind the fences of the houses and could not pass through the gates?
They once lived in these houses. They were stupid to let me enter their village. Now, they belong to me. As are you and them. You made a fool of yourself by coming here.
The eyes of this ghoul were filled with blood, claws appeared on the paws, and sparse sharp teeth, not of a natural form, were drawn in its ugly muzzle. He hissed and snorted. He jumped on the furniture, wound up on the walls like a top. Out of fear, I forgot all the prayers that my grandmother taught me. I just stood paralyzed with fear and repeated - “Lord, save me, save me and have mercy” ... I don’t know how much time passed before this ghoul grabbed me with his claws and began to hiss trying to grab my face with his teeth. I stumbled and fell to the floor. I just felt a hit, then I passed out. The same people were standing in front of me. They kept pointing at the house and shaking their heads. A boy of about ten approached me, he held out his hand to me and looked into my eyes. In his eyes, I saw the place where I was with this ghoul, I saw the couch. Under the couch, between the boards, I saw a cross. A little old cross and a water bottle with a cross painted on it. As I understand it, it was a bottle of holy water. Then everything went black and empty again. I opened my eyes and listened, the room was quiet. There was no one around. My head ached, my whole body ached, my nose was bleeding. It was not possible to find a phone with a flashlight, therefore, I had to operate in complete darkness. On my knees, I felt for the couch, lay down on my stomach and climbed under it with half of my body. The bottle was found almost immediately, but the cross did not come across. But, I'm stubborn. After a while, I found him too. As soon as I got out and put on a cross, I heard the same hissing and angry snorting from the side.
I understood that if I didn’t come up with something now, then no one else would see me or the others. But we didn’t even tell anyone where we were going and where to look for us, if anything.
The ghoul was approaching, his breathing was getting louder and more palpable. The snort turned into a growl. I felt something slowly cut across my skin. I no longer felt fear, but the pain was still the same. Through the pain that spread all over my body, I tore off the cork from the bottle and began to spray and water this creature. It began to wriggle, squeal, hiss... After a while, everything was quiet and only exhausted breathing and squeaking came from the corner. Catching my breath, I shouted at the top of my voice, “Get out of this village! Go to hell, Herod! ”And he began to say prayer after prayer, which he could remember. When everything calmed down, I again lost consciousness ...
— Max. Maksim. Max! - ICQ shouted.
I opened my eyes and saw guys above me. They looked at me with pity and fear. As it turned out, I was lying at the gate of the very house where I met the ghoul at night. I was almost completely gray. The guys helped me up and brought me to the house where we were staying. After treating the wound on my head, they started asking me questions about what had happened.
I didn't think of anything better than to lie. Allegedly, I lingered walking around the yards, did not catch up with ICQ, stumbled in the dark and hit my head when I fell. More, the guys did not ask me about anything, realizing that I would not tell more anyway. And only Aska asked her last question:
— Where is your phone? What is the flashlight for?
I must have dropped it somewhere. I don't know where. - I muttered.
We had to stay there one more night. Since it began to rain heavily and a thunderstorm began. But that night, nothing happened. We talked and laughed. Everyone shared a story about what they saw in this village, what they liked, and what made them horrified. I was silent, adding up to the fact that I really don’t remember anything because of the blow to my head.
“I felt like people just disappeared into this place. All things are in their places. They couldn't leave without their things. A very interesting place.” Lidka said. And everyone supported her.
— Well, I would come back here with the equipment, I would like to observe this place. I did not see insects, not birds in this place. - Yarik noted.
In the morning we packed our things and set off along the familiar path from where we had come. Turning around, I saw people, they smiled, waved at me, and seemed happy. The houses were just like new, smoke was coming from the chimneys, the laughter of the children could be heard in the distance.
“And nothing out of the ordinary. So, that “SCHOOLBOY” is a dreamer and inventor. And it’s not a fact that he was in this place at all. - Aska giggled fervently.
- Well I do not know. Looking at Max's gray head, I can note that he still didn't just stumble and hit his head. - Yarik issued an offended voice.
“You never know why I turned gray, people. I myself would like to understand what happened to me. What was, was. I'm also glad I was here. - I spoke out.
Upon arrival home, I dropped my things and climbed to the site where we found this village. But there was no information about her, as well as comments on the site. It was like she didn't exist.
At night I dreamed of people, they shone with happiness, shook hands with me, bowed at the waist and smiled. It was light, bright, birds were chirping all around, dogs were playing with children, cats were washing themselves on porches, old people were hugging their children. A boy already familiar to me approached me, he bowed and removed the cross from my neck.
In the morning, I again climbed into the Internet on the same site. Nevertheless, I found a village familiar to me, only, it was quite lively and filled with life.
It happens, I thought, and looked in the mirror at my gray head. It will take me a long time to forget what happened to me. And will it be forgotten at all?
