Persecutor

 My friend and I were sitting in my room and talking about something, my father had already come home from work and was doing something, my younger sister was walking with her friends outside, and my mother apparently went to the store after work and therefore stayed late. At that time, the time was about seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

Suddenly the front door opened, my mom ran in and screamed: "Sasha, Sasha! (that's my father's name) Where's Lena?! (this is my sister) Run, she needs to be taken off the street!"

From this cry, my friend and I left the room. Her father calmly asked her what had happened, but she couldn't come to her senses and kept shouting that Lena needed to be brought home. And then she said: "Death is standing there."

I was an athlete, like my father and my friend, and now we're going outside. Grandmothers are sitting on benches near each entrance — it was still light. We were living in the third entrance at the time, and we see an old lady standing near the first entrance. She was wearing a white robe, white leather slippers on her feet, and a white headscarf on her head.

We got closer. She was facing the window (the first entrance of the house is located very low relative to the ground), her legs were absolutely straight at the knees, she swayed in different directions without bending her knees. I didn't immediately pay attention to her skin, because the attention was focused on her as a whole. There weren't any grandmothers near this entrance at that moment, although there were plenty of them near the others and they were sitting and cooing peacefully. My father called this woman, and she (I note — still not bending her knees, but swaying) She turned to face us, if you can call it that. When I saw this, my hair stood on end. She slowly, swaying, began to approach us. My father told my friend and me to move away, and we started backing away without question.

I tried to look at her face several times, but for more than a couple of seconds I couldn't fix my gaze on her face. What was clearly visible was that the eyeballs had completely sunk into the skull (as in a corpse long after death). Her skin was bronze in color, and her skull was completely covered with dried skin, but this did not prevent her from constantly and very quickly adjusting her handkerchief. Her clothes were brand new, as if they had just come from a store, and she was slowly approaching her father. As I said, my friend and I moved back, but my father was standing, and she was approaching. And so, when she was already about two meters away from him, I saw that my father was seized with horror, and he crossed her and said a prayer loudly.

The monster stops dead in its tracks, but still sways from foot to foot, and suddenly begins to make sounds resembling a groan. It went on like this for a long time, then my father turned around, stood on the curb and walked towards us. This decrepit something also stood on the curb and, swaying, confidently followed him. So they walked for several meters. All the grandmothers, whom I have already mentioned, saw what was happening. We walked slowly along the houses, and as soon as we approached the next entrance, the old women ran screaming to their homes. Several hours passed like this: we walked on and on, and the "grandmother" followed us. I noticed that she was exactly following our footprints, but she wasn't looking at the road, and her head was always in the same position.

It soon got dark (it was probably 11-12 o'clock), and this creature was still following us. And suddenly, at one moment, all three of us were seized by animal terror, and without saying a word, we began to run fast. I turned around, but the creature was not far behind, and its legs were still bent at the knees. Exhale completely, switch to a slow step. I look at her, and she's still treading carefully on our tracks.

We were walking along, and then a group of several people came across us. When these people saw her, they scattered in different directions in fright. She abruptly turned in the direction where they ran away, and we, taking advantage of the moment, ran in the other direction — into the bushes. Then she began to spin around, and it was already obvious that she was looking for footprints with her feet. She turned around like this for several minutes — her head was always in the same position —and soon slowly walked in the other direction until she disappeared into the darkness of the night.