Just don't turn around

 This story was told to me by my neighbor Julia. A few years ago, she and her husband Sasha rented an apartment.

One morning, when her husband was at work, the girl woke up because it seemed to her that someone was stroking her hair. She got up from the bed, looked around and lay back down, deciding that she had made a mistake. Less than ten minutes later, she felt someone's touch again. She became so scared that she was afraid to move. It was over in a couple of minutes.

A few days later, when she was alone at home again, something even more terrifying happened. Yulia was lying on the bed, facing the wall, and dozing.

Suddenly, she heard someone breathing behind her, and someone's cold fingers touched her neck. Assuming that it was her husband who had returned from work, Julia asked sleepily:

– Sasha, is that you?

I heard it from behind:

— no. Just don't turn around.

As if scalded, Julia ran out of the apartment, squeezing her eyes shut. Later, she and her husband found out that a young guy who had hanged himself in the bedroom had lived in the apartment before them.…