Since childhood, I have loved to live with my grandmother in the summer. Grandma is a bit eccentric, like most grandmothers, but kind, she always allowed me more than my parents. And there were oddities that I didn't pay attention to when I was a kid. Crosses were chalked on the window sills in her apartment, as well as on all the doors and walls.
"Why?" I asked my grandmother.
Grandma immediately became gloomy and replied:
— And that the Lord would protect the house from evil, from all evil.
There were no mirrors in the apartment, except for one in the hallway. My grandmother forbade me to walk past it at night, but if I need to go to the toilet, I'll have to walk past this mirror anyway. That's how Grandma used to put a chamber pot next to my bed, so that I wouldn't walk past that mirror in the dark. Before going to bed, Grandma prayed for all the windows and doors for two hours, and then she prayed herself. I didn't understand the meaning of all this, but I didn't ask any questions, it was all natural to me, because I watched this picture day after day. She also wouldn't leave me alone in her apartment. She didn't explain the reasons, she just didn't leave it, that's all. As I grew up, I began to realize that my grandmother was trying her best to protect me from something, but from what?
One autumn evening, my grandmother finally left me alone for a minute, when I was 11 years old. She left it, strictly telling me not to go out into the hallway (there's a mirror there). Grandma went out to her neighbor. A few minutes passed, and I clearly felt that I was not alone, something or someone else was in these walls.
— Grandma! I called out, but there was silence in response. "Grandma, have you come yet?"
I got up and went into the hallway, and from behind the door I could hear the voices of my grandmother and my neighbor. They were discussing a hot pipe break in the basement. I was already level with the mirror when something fell from behind me, I screamed, and immediately grandma came in.
— What did I say, stay in the room and don't wander around the hallway! There was fear and annoyance in her voice.
Later, something was discovered that had fallen. Somehow, the alarm clock fell off the table. By all rights, he shouldn't have fallen off, because he was standing right in the middle of the table.
A year has passed, and I have again encountered a strange phenomenon in my grandmother's apartment. One summer evening, we were going to bed. I had already dived under the covers and buried my nose in the pillow, and grandma was praying for the kitchen window. I decided to turn over, turned around, and saw Grandma. She was kneeling next to my bed, and her eyes were twinkling strangely. I blinked, and the eerie vision disappeared. I jumped out from under the covers like a bullet, rushed into the kitchen and saw a real grandmother there. She looked up from her prayer and, looking at me, grabbed me in her arms, went into the room and began to read in a loud voice.: "May God rise again and his enemies be scattered, and may those who hate Him flee from His presence..." (this is a prayer from evil spirits).
Strangely enough, I fell asleep that night, and the next morning I asked:
"What was that?" — I told my grandmother what I saw.
"You were invited,— was the answer, "Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you." The Lord will not allow it.
Summer was followed by winter, and in winter there was another incident. One day, while whiling away a long winter evening, my grandmother and I were sitting in the room, and my grandmother told me about the war and the post-war years. Her story was interrupted by a crash from the hallway, we went out there, and a broken bedside table appeared before our eyes, someone broke out one of the shelves in it. There was only a stack of newspapers on it, and the weight of it couldn't break on its own, but it was broken.
Grandma examined her, then waved her hand. We went into the room, and Grandma continued her story, but there was tension in the air. Soon we went to bed, grandma on the couch, and I on my own bed against the wall. As I fell asleep, I thought, "But the bedside table is right under the mirror."
Months and sometimes years passed between incomprehensible events, and the events were forgotten. It's been many years. And one day, on a warm April day, an idea came to my head: "It's time to separate from my parents and live alone." Said and done.
The elderly and senile grandmother was moved to my room, and the very next day I moved into my grandmother's apartment. I moved in, and just the next day Zhenya came to see me. A bad example is contagious, she decided to separate from her parents too. They began to live together in their grandmother's apartment. We thought we were living together, but there was a third resident. Invisible, intangible.
In recent years, something has not shown itself, I decided that everything was over, and then I found a rational explanation for everything, and therefore the first thing I did was to wash all the crosses from the window sills and doors. And I removed half of the icons, otherwise the iconostasis is worth more than the altar in the church.
The first night after that, I was suffocated by a terrible nightmare. I didn't remember what exactly I was dreaming about, but I woke up sweating, feeling like I wasn't getting enough air. Zhenya was tossing and turning, and she was also dreaming about something bad. I opened the window, and then I went outside, because the apartment is on the first floor.
Day followed day. The days ran, the days flew. I went to work, traveled, and Zhenya often stayed at home alone.
When I returned from another outing, I felt that the atmosphere in the house was electrified.
"Is something wrong?" I asked Zhenya. "I haven't been away that long. It's only been a day.
— Have you noticed anything strange here? Zhenya looked at me with a frightened look, in case I took her for a fool.
"What happened?"
— Seryozha, you left, I was left alone, and I felt that there was someone else here. I heard footsteps in the kitchen. Then I heard the lock on the wooden door click. I closed it for two turns, but it was closed for one, and in the evening I went to the bathroom and could not adjust the faucet in any way, then hot flowed, then cold.
I calmed her down as best I could, but I tensed up.
A few days later, I happened to meet with the third resident of the apartment. After a killer hour-long workout with the irons, I meditated while sitting on my knees. My eyes were closed, and in my head I saw a room and huge black spiders coming out of its corners and crawling towards me. I opened my eyes abruptly and jumped to my feet. I saw those spiders for a moment, blinked, and... it was a sunny day, no spiders. There was a rattling sound from the kitchen. Metal on metal. I was really scared. Grabbing a ten kilogram dumbbell (it was the first thing that came to hand) and rushing out into the hallway, I launched it into the kitchen with all my might. The dumbbell flew across the kitchen and crashed into the table. At least not out the window, I thought. Of course, there was no one in the kitchen. Even cockroaches.
Further — more. We had terrible nightmares every night. I've caught myself many times that going home is more sickening to me than going to hard labor. This can be restrained with prayers, or it can be appeased. I just don't understand exactly what it is. But that's not all. There was a feeling of chronic fatigue and exhaustion. As soon as I entered the apartment, I began to feel tired and exhausted. I was terribly sleepy. But if you went to bed, then sleep did not bring relief. A hot, stuffy sleep, with terrible nightmares, there is not enough air, it seems that the bed is moving under you in waves, nausea rolls over, you get up and realize that you have even less strength than when you lay down.
"We have to leave here," Zhenya said. — We will die if we stay, something is taking away our strength.
By this time, we already had chronic drowsiness, as soon as my Wife or I sat down, we immediately fell asleep. My appetite has worsened. Moreover, my aquarium fish began to die, one by one, but I have predators, their health is reinforced concrete. First, Zhenya, and then I, became depressed, and then thoughts of suicide came out of the depths of my skull like black spiders. I no longer had the strength for anything, I was in an absolutely sick state.
"We have to get out of here,— Zhenya repeated. — Four days ago, you were at work, and I was cleaning the room, and when I looked up from work, I glanced into the hallway and saw some kind of shadow. I saw it for a moment, and then… She just disappeared.
We went for a walk, we needed to clear our heads and think about everything. When we returned, we saw that while we were gone, the mirror hanging in the hallway had fallen off the wall and broken into several large pieces. To say that we were stunned is to say nothing. In absolute silence, they picked up the pieces, threw them away, and then I said only one word: "Let's get out of here."
And on the same day we left, we were blown away. They didn't come for my things until the next day. After about a week, both Zhenya and I got back to normal. We left this apartment forever, because there is something living there that sucks energy from the inhabitants of the apartment.
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