Our village is quite old — it has been around for several centuries. For many years, it was a peaceful, secluded place surrounded by fields and woods. The only thing that disturbed the peace of this almost paradisiacal area was the railway, which ran about a couple of kilometers from the village. There was a cemetery a little way behind it.
About thirty years ago, a horrific incident occurred here, which is still being talked about. Anna and Sergey have been friends since childhood, and when they grew up, they fell in love and decided to get married. But Seryozha did not live to see the wedding. One day, when he and his friends were celebrating someone's birthday, after getting pretty drunk, the friends started a fight in which Sergei was stabbed. They buried the guy in the cemetery behind the railroad. The culprit of his death, by coincidence, received a short sentence — only a few years. Anna could not cope with such a loss and withdrew into herself, spoke little and spent days at the grave of her deceased fiance. One evening, the girl did not return home, and everyone went in search of her. Anya's body was found on the railway tracks. The girl's body was cut in half. Anna's death was considered suicide, because of superstition they were buried outside the cemetery.
Several years have passed, and Sergei's killer has been released from prison. He decided to celebrate his return in his backyard. I gathered my friends and had a feast. Immediately outside the courtyard, a field began where wheat was sown. When dusk was already hanging, the guy and his two friends, drunk, decided to go to the cemetery. It is worth noting that not only did he feel no remorse for what he had done, but he also hated the late Seryozha for being in prison "because of his fault." Alcohol finally "blew his mind," and the guy went to the cemetery with the direct purpose of desecrating the grave of the murdered man. Having found Sergei's last resting place, the boys broke the cross, tore the mourning ribbons hung on it, trampled the flowers that Anna had lovingly nurtured in the last months of her life. Then they uncorked a bottle of vodka they had brought with them.
— Your health, Serezhenka! — one of them shouted, pouring the contents of the bottle onto a mound, and then smashed it on the remains of the fallen cross.
Having had their fill of fun, the vandals set off back, but their path was blocked by a locomotive passing along the way. When the train passed and the boys crossed the railway, they saw that a freshly trodden path stretched far from it into the field. By that time, it was almost completely dark, and the sight seemed strange, so the boys went home as quickly as possible. But they had not gone more than a hundred meters when a terrible scream was heard somewhere nearby. The friends froze in shock and then saw that nearby the ears of wheat were rustling and bending, as if someone was stepping on them, but nothing was visible. The rustle was getting closer, and when the invisible creature was a couple of meters away from them, the guys started running. It did not retreat and pursued the fugitives with enviable speed. One of them turned around and screamed in horror — something low was chasing them, it was crawling on its elbows, leaving a trail of blood behind it. Long hair matted with blood covered his face. The creature stopped for a moment and threw its hair back, and then the friends recognized Anna in it—or rather, what was left of her. Growling and banging her elbows on the loose earth, she overtook them. Catching up with the two, she grabbed the ankles of Sergei's killer and the one who had spilled vodka on his grave. They screamed, the wheat rustled, and everything abruptly quieted down.
The only surviving guy reached the village only in the morning. Pale and scratched by the corn, he collapsed on the threshold of his house. The corpses of the others were found near the railway. They were cut in half. They tried to explain the deaths of the guys by saying that they died under the wheels of a train after getting drunk. This version was accepted with a stretch. But no one could explain where the trail of blood came from, stretching from the railway tracks to Sergei's desecrated grave.
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