The doorbell woke me up at night. I think: who can't sleep at 3 o'clock? I went to open it. It turned out to be my friend who lives next door. She was in tears, barefoot, in her pajamas, and babbling incoherently. Something must have happened. I poured her hot tea, gave her a sedative, a warm blanket, and began to question her. Nadia calmed down a bit and could speak normally.
- I came in late at night from my sister's, my husband is already sleeping on the bed, with his face turned to the wall, with his head in a blanket. I think: I won't wake you up, I'll lie down quietly. Then I woke up, my cell phone was ringing, and I thought my mom was in the hospital, maybe she felt sick and wanted to say goodbye.
There was a mobile phone on the bedside table in the hallway, so I had to get up. I pick up the phone, and this is my husband. He says he's staying with a friend, and he's coming tomorrow. Heat washed over me from head to toe. I hear the bed creak as if someone is getting up. I quickly opened the door and rushed to you in what she was wearing – she started crying again, and I was seriously scared.
- Maybe you imagined it? Tired, I came home after all.
- No! I even hugged him when I went to bed!
- Do you want me to go to your place and check it out?
- No, don't! Can I stay at your place?
"Sure, I'll make up a bed for you on the couch."
I couldn't sleep for a long time, thinking: Who could it be? But still, it seemed to me that her husband was joking.
In the morning, Nadia's phone rang. Her husband called, asking where she'd been while he was gone. I went with Nadia. When we entered her apartment, everything was turned upside down. Things are scattered around the apartment. My husband also pestered me with questions about what Nadia was doing at night in my pajamas and what we were doing there. They said I threw a party and invited her too, he wouldn't have believed that stuff about the unknown in bed. He also wondered why Nadia had hung up on him. And then she dialed it herself, laughing and hissing into the phone. My husband didn't leave tonight, and Nadia went to bed first to get to sleep.
A week has passed and then Nadia appears on my doorstep in the morning.
- Killed...
- Who was killed?
- My husband...
- So, tell me.
- My husband's scream from the kitchen woke me up last night. He was screaming: "Don't, go away! God help me!" - I did not dare to go to him, I was afraid. I hid in another room. I hear dishes breaking, growling, my husband screaming, I call the police. Then everything went quiet. I got down on my knees and looked through the crack under the door, she's not small with two cm somewhere.
I see: the legs are black, but human, and my husband's body stretches across the floor, leaving a trail of blood. It is clear that the intestines were pulled out. She drags him into the bedroom, which is just opposite the room. Then there's more growling and footsteps into the room where I'm sitting. I locked the door, jumped on the couch, and didn't move. And this knocks down the doors.
The doorbell rang, and the police arrived. I hear it go to the door and growl. I'm screaming for help. As a result, they kicked down the doors. I left the room horrified by what had happened. The police took me to the police station and interrogated me there, I explained to them until the morning. They thought it was a thief, but I know they're not thieves!
- Let's call the priest.
- So the apartment is consecrated. Crosses, icons everywhere.
- Let's set up the camera. As I understand it, it doesn't appear during the day.
I went to her house, set up a camera in the form of a bear toy, which my friends gave me to spy on the girls. In the morning, I took the camera and we sat down to watch Hopefully.
At first, everything was quiet for 2 hours. Then something started to come out from under the bed. Black, incomprehensible, eyes glowing, face white, mouth full of fangs and claws on his hands, in short, like in horror movies straight. I felt a little scared, and Nadia was going too. It came up to the camera and smiled, apparently it knew about her, and then the shooting stopped.
Nadia is hysterical, so I had to calm her down with cognac until she fell asleep. We decided to re-watch the video. The film stopped at the most interesting part, but resumed after five seconds. I didn't have time to turn it off. I see it pacing back and forth across the room, stopping, looking at the camera, smiling terribly and turning its head.
I was really scared. A sneaky thought flashed through my mind. Go to my brother in another city, and leave a note for Nadia: like, an urgent business trip. I had a very bad feeling about it. I packed my things quickly. Before leaving, I set up a camera, just in case, then went to the train station and bought the nearest train ticket to my brother.
We're sitting here drinking to a meeting at my brother's, and Nadia calls me. It's so quiet!
- Hello. Where are you? What kind of business trip is this?
- Urgent, I'm sorry for leaving you alone, but I would have been fired if I hadn't gone. Calm down, stay with me for now, okay?
"Do you know how scared I am?" How could you leave me alone?
- Well, you know, I'm not your babysitter, I have my own life! I'm sick of your hysteria, maybe you killed your husband yourself, and then you came up with all this heresy! Go back to sleep! Stupid neurotic, you need to drink less! - Nadia made me angry. I'm nobody to her, we studied together once and didn't even really communicate. I didn't even believe in the video! I thought it was a montage. And what? At night, while I was sleeping, I went back to my room and mounted it. Anyway, I called work and took a two-week vacation.
When I got home, I saw the police, the corpse was being carried out.
"What happened here?"
- Are you the owner of apartment number 17?
- A woman was found in your apartment. The hanged woman. The neighbors started complaining about the smell: it's been stinking for two weeks. And there's a corpse. Suicide is most likely.
What have I done? I felt guilty. I remembered about the camera, went home, picked it up and went to a cafe. I didn't want to be alone. I started watching.
Nadia's video message is on the recording.
"I can't do this anymore!" I can hear it coming for me! It's going to kill me! And the case of the seance is to blame for everything. I didn't want to tell you. But we called the priest immediately after the session. Drunkenly, they wanted to summon spirits. They called me names. My last request: Go to your mom's hospital number 48. Goodbye...
I went to see her mother that day; I didn't say anything, I lied that she was working. Later, I moved out of that apartment, and deleted the recording. Maybe if I had stayed then, it would have killed me too.
An absolutely incredible incident happened to me once, which I still cannot find an explanation for. I was on my way home from work. It was still light. And I must say, I have long been in the habit of looking at my window from the street. I look, and I'm standing in my window on the ninth floor, looking at me! And in the same bright yellow shirt that I was wearing at the time. Strangely, I was almost not afraid at that moment — I was just surprised (apparently, it was the fact that I was on a bright, crowded street). When I entered the apartment, of course, there was no one there. It was only later, when I realized the strangeness of the situation, that I felt very uneasy.
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