Once I was guarding the office at night. My duties were minimal — to make sure that no one broke in (I'm a noble drish, but if someone had managed to break down this unrealistic iron door at night, even a riot policeman would hardly have been able to stop him, so I was there rather for form's sake), to let the authorities in and also to keep the ceiling from flowing — sometimes there The pipes on the second floor were bursting. And once a week it is necessary to wash the windows from the inside. In general, the job is simple and dust-free. And there were computers with all sorts of simple toys, like "Heroes of Might and Magic," and I didn't need any more. I spent my nights in this office from Saturday to Sunday. Everything was always quiet, only the director, some manager and me had the keys.
One Saturday, I was sitting behind the heroes and suddenly something rustled on the other side of the door. Once. I went over and looked through the peephole, but there was no one there. I decided that they had passed by and returned to the game, but before I could sit down on a chair, something scratched again and I heard a completely unintelligible male voice and a knock on the door. I thought it was the director, so I put the keys in. I turned it one turn and looked through the peephole again — there was no one there. I said loudly, "First name, patronymic, is that you?" There is silence in response. I turned the key back, and immediately a voice came from the other side of the door—a woman's voice this time, again I didn't understand a word—it seemed to be speaking, but it made no sense syllable by syllable. Then I sent them all through the door loudly and threatened to call the police (I was lying about that — there were no phones inside, I just knew that theoretically there should be a fire alarm button somewhere, I still don't know if it's there or not). About a second after that, the woman's voice stopped and there was a soft knock on the window. I pulled back the blinds and freaked out. No, not just fucked up.
I was scared out of my mind — my legs buckled and I sat down on the floor. There was a man hanging on the grate (I want to think it was a man). Everything about him was completely unnatural. It's like someone has only seen people in movies and made themselves a costume to look like a human and put it on themselves. I can't even begin to determine what gender it was. And as soon as he saw me, he began to speak — first in that feminine voice, then alternating in syllable with a masculine one, then in general, as if the voice came from several sources, with some creaks and rustles. My God, his facial expressions were completely inhuman — he was simultaneously moving all his facial muscles in all possible directions. At the same time, he was banging on the glass with his hands and feet, and he was climbing up. Maybe he had the bars between his knees and was climbing, I don't know. At that moment, it seemed to me that he was taking off. It was perfectly visible, and it hung there for a very long time, probably for a minute, but I couldn't do anything at all — I just sat on the floor and stared at this creature, frozen.
About a minute later, a sudden release came — suddenly the whole cacophony stopped, and he abruptly turned (I swear, he turned his head 100 degrees, right over his shoulder) and froze for a few seconds, staring somewhere, and then abruptly jumped off and saying something in a new, low-vibrating voice, walked away. I couldn't see where he went from the floor. I only had the strength to close the blinds and crawl into a room from which neither the door nor the windows were visible. So, on the floor, I sat until 6 a.m., scared of every rustle, until Artyom's replacement came. I probably looked at him through the peephole for two minutes and asked him to step back or say "something."
In the end, I let him in, and he slapped me on the back of the head, and I just laughed happily and hysterically in response. Anyway, I came home — my parents can't figure out what happened to me — pale, circles under my eyes, weighed myself — I lost seven kilos overnight. Since then, I often don't sleep well at night and have nightmares. No one I know will laugh, not a word, not a hint...
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