It happened to me 12 years ago, when I was still a child. My cousin Borya came to see me every month. He was older than me and loved to scare me — he put on masks, dressing gowns, even took my mother's fur coat to pretend to be a monster. My heart was in my mouth, and he was still laughing.
One day, as usual, his parents came to our cottage. In the evening, everyone gathered at the table, and we were sent outside to play. The August nights in Yakutia are dark, and my brother and I were playing in the courtyard, illuminated by a bright moon. We played hide-and-seek, and I drove that time. My brother hid well. I searched for him for a long time and suddenly I heard a strange sound in the currant bushes, as if someone sighed heavily and sadly. I immediately realized that it was Borya, as always, who decided to scare me, and shouted:
— Borya, get out, I know you're there!
Borya did respond, but behind my back, in a completely different place. Intrigued, I picked up a stick, walked over to the bush and poked it lightly with the stick. An oval, wrinkled, white-and-yellow face peered out from behind a bush in the moonlight. It looked disgusting: the eye sockets were empty, the mouth was wet, without teeth, the lips were cracked like an old man's. I was terrified. It was so wild and creepy that even after 12 years, the very thought of that creature gives me goosebumps.
When I came to my senses, I ran home as fast as I could, sobbing. Then I walked away from the incident for a long time. My parents decided that it was my brother's work and scolded Borya. But I knew for sure that it wasn't him.
That night, when everyone was asleep, I tossed and turned on the bed for a long time without sleep. Lying in my room, which was on the second floor, I could hear the heavy sighs of that creature under the window.
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