Dressing gown

 When Yuri and I got married, we decided to use the donated money to make repairs and bought new furniture. He inherited the apartment from his grandparents, who have been dead for several years. And so, sorting through tons of junk and all sorts of junk, I came across a gorgeous silk robe. Very erotic, with black lace. I asked my husband if my grandmother was wearing it. I was surprised at first, but then I believed him, because he was buried deep in the mezzanine, and his ex was wearing nothing but tracksuits. But I liked this robe so much that I decided to keep it for myself. The husband said, "For God's sake, wear it if it doesn't scare you that it's your grandmother's.”So I washed it, put it on, stood in the kitchen, cooking. The husband is lying in the bedroom with a laptop. Suddenly I hear breathing behind my back and the floor creaks, well, I think my husband's conscience tormented him, he came to help. I turn around - no one! My heart went out of my mouth! I run into the bedroom, I tell him in horror, he is silent…

Further - worse. The light in the hallway started turning on at night, I thought I was going crazy, but my husband saw it too. Even with such a click, it's already creepy… There was also a cabinet with grandfather's tools in the hallway, which was locked. Lock it up! When we come home from somewhere, the door swings open.... No matter how many times it's been closed, it's always open anyway. We took the closet to the cottage. Images and shadows began to appear in the doorways. In general, some unthinkable things began to happen, which made it scary to sleep in the dark, and they bought a night light. Moreover, (maybe I'm being paranoid, of course), but I noticed that as I put on this robe, everything starts to shake....

I bought candles in the church, lit them, started walking around the apartment, and I saw black smoke billowing in one of the rooms in the corner… And the candle burned down instantly... that's when my husband split up, he says this has been happening here for a long time, even before I met him, my father was called twice to put things in order. And where the smoke was, Grandma's bed was where she died in terrible agony.… And before she died, she asked to put her robe in the coffin with her. But we didn't comply with her requests... anyway, whatever it is, it doesn't mean us any harm. It's just creepy sometimes.…