This story did not happen to me, but nevertheless, when it was told to me, I did not doubt its authenticity. It was like this: in the summer of 2009, I went on vacation to my grandmother in a Ukrainian village. And there, thanks to a lucky coincidence, I met a great girl Marina. She lived in a nearby village, and I had to go there all the time. Marina also had a brother the size of a closet — at first he looked at me like a wolf, there were even some threats, but in the end I found a common language with him. Alexey—that was his name—turned out to be a normal guy. And one day we agreed to go fishing together.
On the appointed morning, he and I went to the lake and cast our fishing rods. On this day, the fish pecked reluctantly, and the mosquitoes ate them alive. Thank God, Lech brought with him a cure for boredom — a bottle of pepper, which we immediately sentenced. After that, I didn't give a damn about the fish, and we started chatting about this and that. Suddenly, Lech became very serious and told me a story that happened to him even before he met me.
Lekha had a childhood friend, Tolik, and they sometimes visited abandoned houses in search of valuable artifacts. One night they decided to ice an uninhabited house, which was located on the other side of the village.
They approached the house, pulled the door — it was closed. We walked around the house and saw a window that had been removed along with the frame, and we climbed inside through it. Everything in the house was upside down: some scattered sheets, an overturned bed and a broken table. Suddenly, they began to hear some noise from the street. They thought it was a dog, but they decided to hide anyway. Lech says that for some reason, at that moment, he was struck by a chilling fear. But the noise did not subside, and you could hear the dry branches cracking under someone's feet. And suddenly it dawned on Lech that a dog could not be so huge that fallen branches cracked under its weight, and at that moment he became really scared.
Then Lech noticed that Tolik was staring at one point, and his face was distorted with horror. He looked at the same place and was stunned: a goat's face was looking at them through the window. It was scary to run away from home, because it was on the street. They stood there and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the goat's face disappeared and silence fell, but Tolik and Lech continued to stand like statues. Five minutes passed, and nothing happened. They were already beginning to think that everything was fine. But suddenly, outside near the door, someone shouted in a sepulchral voice: "Open the door, otherwise it will be worse!". After that, someone started banging on the door with superhuman force. Tolik became hysterical. After about the third blow, the lock failed, and the door swung open. Lech didn't wait for IT to enter the house. Without remembering himself, he jumped out of the window without a frame, landed on his haunches and immediately heard Tolik's heart-rending scream coming from the hut (at that moment, Lekha's voice trembled, and it seemed to me that tears welled up in his eyes). He couldn't remember how he got home. I lay awake all night.
Morning came. Someone knocked on Lech's door - it was Tolik's mother. She said that her son came the next morning, dead or alive, and when asked what had happened, he mumbled something unintelligible. And then she asked, "Do you know what happened?" Lech lied that he didn't know, and anyway, he allegedly stayed at home all night.
From that day on, Tolik completely withdrew into himself and stopped communicating with anyone, including his mother. A week later, he was taken to a mental hospital and is still being held there.
The only person besides me to whom Lech dared to tell this story was his sister Marina, and thank God, she was one of those rare girls who know how to keep her mouth shut. I was the second and, most likely, the last person to whom Lech told this story, since two weeks later he crashed on a motorcycle. I don't know why he told this story to me, a guy he'd only known for two weeks. Probably, it boiled over, I wanted to share it with someone, and most likely, if he had told his friends, they would not have left a wet place from him (for abandoning Tolik), and the whole village would have immediately learned about what happened in the abandoned house. Lech knew that I hadn't spoken to anyone from his village, and therefore he probably wouldn't have told anyone about it. To believe or not to believe is a personal matter, but I do.
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