It all started with the fact that one night I was woken up by the doorbell. I looked at my watch— 03:05. I threw on my robe and ran to the door. Our apartment is located above the entrance to the entrance, as well as the plumbing riser. Sometimes the pipes start flowing right into the entrance, and the first person to notice it usually immediately rings our doorbell, and we already call the locksmith. This thought immediately came to my mind: "The pipe has burst again...".
I went to the door, looked through the peephole, and it was empty. She asked:
"Who's there?"
No one responded. After standing for a couple of minutes, I still decided not to open the door. I thought, "If it's serious, they'll come again, but I'm not going to stick my head out." So she went to bed.
In the morning, I went down to the entrance to see if everything was in order. I didn't notice anything unusual. A little surprised, I put that late-night call out of my mind.
The next night, I wake up again to the doorbell. I look at my watch — 03:05. I go to the door — no one, I ask who it is — silence. I went back to sleep...
These late-night calls at the same time lasted for about two weeks, not every night, but with enviable stubbornness. Not only did I stop coming to the door, I even stopped waking up. I hear the bell ring and keep sleeping. Yes, I forgot to say that no one but me heard these calls, only the cat raised his head at every ring and accompanied me to the door for the first time.
Soon the calls stopped. But one night I woke up to a whistling sound outside my window. I look at my watch — 03:05. The cat jumped up on the windowsill and stared out the window. Looking at the cat, I felt a disgusting fear. There was no question of looking out the window. The dream passed by itself. I must say that my bed is right next to the window on one side. If I sat on the bed, I could be seen through the window, so I slid to the floor without getting up. I took a blanket and a pillow with me.
The cat was turning its head, obviously watching something or someone, and shaking its tail violently from side to side. To be honest, I was scared for him. Standing up a little, I grabbed the cat by the tail and yanked it towards me. The cat rolled onto the bed, where I successfully picked it up and dragged it to the floor. I don't know if it was from what I saw in the window, or from a sudden and incorrect change of location," the cat screamed terribly, rolling his eyes, his body was very tense. He couldn't come to his senses for a long time.
So, hugging the cat, we lay under the bed until dawn, that is, for about an hour. Then I lay back on the bed, and the cat broke free and climbed back onto the windowsill. After sitting there for about five minutes and not seeing anything else interesting for himself, he lay down next to me and we fell asleep.
This whistling, as well as the bells, lasted for two weeks. Eventually, even the cat stopped responding to him. Then everything stopped.
I'm still at a loss to figure out what it could be.
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