"Why are you lying in my place?!"

 My grandmother was a good storyteller, and I loved her life stories. There were funny stories, sentimental and, of course, creepy cases among them. This is not to say that she is overly superstitious and religious, and she would not invent. She told me this story once.

It was when my grandmother worked as a packer at a confectionery factory. The team consisted of young girls like her, so "bachelorette parties" were not uncommon. They have never been without love fortune-telling and other similar entertainment. So this time someone brought a book, thanks to which it was supposedly possible to summon the spirit of the deceased. They decided to call someone they knew, but no one wanted to "experiment" on their deceased relatives, so the choice fell on my grandmother's neighbor. He was a big, good-natured man, a hard worker. He lived with his family in a neighboring barrack, and they were friends with my family relatives, until one winter he was killed by drunks and his corpse was thrown into a steep slope. After that, his family left and contact with them was lost, and my grandmother and her husband, my grandfather, occupied a vacant barracks.

Anyway, they turned off the lights, lit candles, said a spell, and everything was as it should be. But absolutely nothing happened, so we sat and laughed and went home. My grandfather was on a business trip at the time, so my grandmother had dinner and went straight to bed. She was just starting to fall asleep when she heard footsteps. And not only did she hear it: it seemed that the whole room was vibrating to the beat, even the dishes in the cupboard rattled. At first, the footsteps came from the dressing room, as if someone was walking back and forth, but then this someone went to the bed. Out of fear, Grandma clutched the blanket with a death grip and literally slammed her forehead into the wall.

— Why are you lying in my place?!  The voice had the same thick baritone as the dead neighbor's.

Grandma's whole body was covered with goosebumps and her breath caught in fear. Tears started to well up in horror, but I didn't have the courage to turn around and look at the speaker. On the contrary, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed.

The voice repeated its question once more. He asked over and over again, but Grandma didn't answer.

"Don't put yourself in my place anymore!" — the voice almost shouted, and the footsteps began to move away towards the anteroom.

Grandma didn't fall asleep until morning. In the afternoon, without waiting for her grandfather, she changed the bed and wardrobe places. The guest did not return again.