"Honey, I'm here!"

 I live in Yakutia. Since childhood, I remember very well one scary story that was told in our village.

The story was about a young family (husband, wife and small child) who came to the village and settled in an old house, which, although dilapidated, was still habitable. At first everything was fine, but then the wife began to feel anxious in the house. She didn't tell her husband about it until one night she woke up and saw an old woman with a red face lying on their bed next to her and looking at their child, who was sleeping in a stroller. The wife became hysterical: "Noooo! Get out, don't touch my baby!" Her husband woke up and began to calm her down, and she screamed at him: "There's a ghost lying on our bed!". But he doesn't see it. Meanwhile, the woman with the red face is staring at the child, and the wife is on the verge of madness. While they were busy there, the woman suddenly disappeared.

It is not known why, after such a terrible incident, they did not immediately leave this house, but continued to live as if nothing had happened. Then my husband suddenly died in a car accident. For a young wife with a child in her arms, it was a terrible blow — she fell into prostration for a couple of months. She cried all the time, and when she fell asleep, she dreamed of her dead husband.

And one night, an unhappy widow lies in her bedroom, unable to sleep. And suddenly she hears the door of the house open. She was immediately alarmed, wanted to get up, but something made her stay in place. The floorboards creak under heavy footsteps, and her husband's voice says loudly, "Honey, I'm here!" The wife is in shock — she quickly turns her face to the wall and is trembling all over. The husband once again: "It's me, can you hear me?". Then the footsteps followed into the kitchen, and a voice exclaimed, "Wow, you made waffles! I'm just so damn hungry." And, judging by the sound, he began to eat the waffles that were actually on the table. After that, the footsteps entered the bedroom. The wife closed her eyes so as not to lose her mind. Her dead husband came up behind her, and a cold breath hit her back, and the smell of damp earth appeared. He asked: "Why don't you look at me?" and kissed her bare shoulder. From this kiss, the woman's whole body became numb, she began to lose consciousness. Meanwhile, the voice said, "Well, okay, if you don't want to talk now, then I'll come back later," and the footsteps came out of the bedroom. The door creaked again. The woman lay for a long time, afraid even to breathe, then got up, turned on the light, checked the sleeping baby. My shoulder hurt. She looked in the mirror and there was a big red hickey where the kiss had been. Later it was discovered that the waffles on the table were missing.

The next morning, she invited a local psychic woman into the house. As soon as she entered the house, she was amazed: "What an evil place! How can you live in a house like this with a small child?" According to her, the whole building was teeming with evil spirits. She added that the house is inhabited, among other things, by kind spirits who try their best to protect the residents from the attacks of evil spirits. The widow was "finished off" by the fact that the psychic peered into the bedroom window for a long time and said: "Move out immediately, otherwise there will be trouble. From the side of the forest (and there was a cemetery there) there comes a very strong yuer" (yuer in Yakut mythology is the undisturbed spirit of the dead). The woman was horrified and moved out of the house the same day. She no longer dreamed of her dead husband, and the bad house remained empty.