Short stories

I woke up in the morning, went to the closet and noticed the prints of children's hands on the mirror. But I live alone and the children did not come to visit me. I was really scared and wiped the prints, but first I took a photo.

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I worked as a security guard at the school, and my duties were so-so: to make sure that the children didn't run around much during recess, and to go around all 3 floors of the school at night. The guards were supposed to sit in a small booth made of glass and boards near the entrance to the school. And then one night I was sitting and there was a terrible crash all over the school. It feels like a rebar is hitting the wall right next to me. And this sound is gradually approaching my room. And then, about 5 meters before me, the rumbling stops. In the next shift, these sounds were repeated. And the next day I find out that my replacement quit because there was a knock on the glass door of the security room. Needless to say, it was at night and there was no one at the door.

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Often, when I enter the entrance, the elevator opens the doors without calling. And always after that, he stops on the 6th floor, opens the doors, as if letting someone out, and then goes on to my floor. Every time I say "thank you" and "goodbye" to my invisible neighbor

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I'm always skeptical about such stories, but something similar happened to me. They went to live in the country. A neighbor brought a bunch of fresh manure in the spring and dumped it in the yard. Early in the morning, I watched from the porch as the watchman's dogs made their way onto the pile and frolicked in it. I didn't want to interfere, but I heard someone banging on the glass next door. Well, I think Granny Zhenya is chasing away the dogs. We have to go help, she can't do it alone. I went to the neighbors, but there was no one there, everything was locked. And I felt uneasy — a couple of months before, the neighbors' second grandmother had passed away.

 

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We're sitting in a room with a friend, playing. We see her mom pass by the door and go into the kitchen. I distinctly remember that she was wearing such a light green dress. A friend says, "Mom, give me some water." There was no sound in response. She called out to her a few more times. We go into the kitchen with a friend, but there's no one there. We screamed in horror. At that moment, her mom came into the apartment, in completely different clothes. It's been more than 20 years, and we're still remembering.

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When I was 9 years old, my family and I moved in. After a while, I became afraid to fall asleep without light: in the kitchen at night, I often heard the soft voices of 2 people. My parents didn't believe me. She grew up and moved away from her parents. Dad recently called and said: "Daughter, I'm sorry for my disbelief. I woke up at night and heard them." We exchange impressions.

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She worked as a nurse. At night, the patient started fussing, so I went to check. I walk in, and he asks why I didn't let the dog in. I reassured him that there were no dogs here. Then it turned out that he was telling everyone that a red-haired dachshund was following me. I didn't fall asleep that night. That's because at that time I had 2 months since the dog died, a red-haired dachshund. The nurses didn't know about it.

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My father set up a camera on the porch to track down the fox. But instead, I filmed Koda visiting her mom. " Koda" is our dog, who died many years ago.