Swimming pool. Part 2

Then I understood everything. It was all a stupid prank to scare me! I breathed out a sigh of relief and shouted, "Come on, I almost died of fright! How did you do that?" Denis said nothing, slowly straightening the corpse's disheveled hair (I thought he was going to kiss her) and told her: "You're unique." He said it in such a detached voice that I immediately realized I had to run away, to hell with him, with a friend. I decided to climb out through the broken window of the second floor — I rushed to the window, threw my bag into it and began jumping up to climb myself. I couldn't do that. It was so scary, I even thought I was going to wet myself. Then I heard the sound of bare feet approaching, and I couldn't help but turn around...

The corpse was coming towards me. And it immediately became clear to me that it wasn't even a person. The girl's face no longer looked cute, it was distorted in a monstrous grimace (the girl's dead eyes were particularly terrifying). It tilted its head slightly to the side, as if studying me with curiosity. The last straw was Denis's phrase, said in the same sepulchral voice: "Don't be afraid of her, she's good. She wants to be friends." Then it dawned on me that I could climb through the window using the Swedish wall. I climbed the wall, jumped, and clung to the window frame with my hands, severely cutting my right palm on the protruding glass. Blood splashed out in a warm stream. Somehow I climbed over, jumped off, and broke my chin during the fall. I picked up my bag and ran to my bike.

Baba Tanya was shocked when I, covered in blood, began to cry hysterically, hugging her. After calming down a little, I asked my grandmother to anonymously call the police to the pioneer camp so that they would find Denis, and I decided to go home immediately. Without packing, taking only a bag of drugs, I asked a friend to give me a ride to the city for a hundred dollars. There I boarded an electric train, then a train, and for two days now I have been at home (you can understand how I was allowed to pass at the border with such luggage).

I wonder if the police found Denis by the pool? And is he still alive?..