Mobile phone store

 At that time, I was a student at a Moscow university, and, naturally, like many students, I had to get a job in order to earn extra money. For three weeks, I was looking for a job through advertisements and constantly noticed that girls were needed in one prestigious mobile phone salon. Then I thought that there must be very high selection criteria, since they couldn't find anyone in almost a month. At the end of July 2007, I finally decided to go there for an interview. Imagine my surprise when the HR department immediately offered me a job with a one-week probation period. At the same time, the head of the department immediately said: "Don't be scared, no matter what happens." At that time, I didn't attach any importance to these words, I thought it was moral support for a worried intern. But how wrong I was…

On the very first day, I was introduced to the work schedule and my workplace. It was a dusty job — I had to come in after lunch to replace the senior operator of the salon, arrange rooms, look after the windows with cell phones, accept requests from subscribers to resolve technical issues. The salon itself was small, with only three rooms. The furthest room was a storage room with a single door and no windows. The second room is the main operating room and the third room is the security room.

For the first couple of weeks, I worked quite diligently and smoothly, thinking that I was lucky like no one else. However, soon inexplicable things began to happen in the building. Coming to work early one morning (it was a day off, and I wasn't studying), I started turning on the lights in all the rooms and was a little surprised that the door to the warehouse was wide open, while I clearly remembered that I had closed everything the previous day before leaving.

Soon, customers poured into the salon, and I forgot about this incident. By lunchtime, a subscriber came who needed a replacement SIM card. I immediately went to the warehouse to get a duplicate of the plastic... and fell into a stupor when I saw the door slam shut in front of me. A draft? This couldn't be happening. I was scared, but overcoming my fear, I still entered the room for some reason. And then it all started. Banners with the company's logo hanging on the walls began to sway, and flyers began to fly out of the boxes, as if under the pressure of a geyser. I ran screaming into the hall. Cold and terror gripped his body. When I returned to the room with the guard, I looked like a complete fool — the warehouse room was in perfect order, as if nothing had happened.

A week passed, during which I had to experience all the bullying of the poltergeist. On the last day of my internship, I was wiping the display cases before leaving when a small child's palm print appeared on the worn glass in front of my eyes. I quickly closed everything and went home. The next morning, I demanded an explanation from my boss, who arrived to inform me that they were hiring me at the end of the probation period.

The story he told surprised me very much. The fact is that four years ago there was a slot machine salon in the building of the communication salon. One evening, a gambler came here with his son to pass a coin, so to speak. Fortune smiled on him, and he won a huge amount of exchange tokens. There were so many of them that one of them fell out of the stand and rolled under the slot machine. The eight-year-old son reached out to get a coin and, apparently, accidentally touched the pallet bare wires. The child died.

I no longer wanted to stay at my workplace, and I refused the offer of my superiors. Today I work for another company, but every morning I pass by this salon. In three years, in my memory, six organizations have changed in this building. I do not know how things are going there now. But I will never forget what I experienced.