Ghost. Russia

This story happened to a resident of the city of Buguruslan in Orenburg region Anastasia A. Larina about five years ago. It all started with the fact that Anastasia's roommate became concerned about night calls at the door, which were distributed between 2 and 3 hours.

Rang insistently and demanding. Surprised that none of the family members these calls are not heard, and the frightened woman every time got up and went out into the hallway. To her question: "Who's there?" - invariably answered by silence.

Since door eye was not the mistress, transfixed, listened: what if the outside will hear footsteps or a rustle? However, everything went according to script: again calls, again, nobody responds, and the door is still quiet. Not daring to open the door, the woman came back to bed. This happened once a week and lasted as long as Nastina neighbor has not ceased at last to come to the door.

About all that Anastasia learned from her. And when an overnight guest has lost interest to a neighbor, he switched to Anastasia.

...At that time, the girl suffered from insomnia, she could for hours to lie in a dark room, listening to close to the clock ticking, measuring a slowly moving time. And only when it began to dawn, Anastasia came the long-awaited sleep...

It was the beginning of February, stood deaf moonless night. Outside the window it was snowing. It so happened that she was left in the apartment alone, her parents went to visit and failed to return home because of inclement weather bus routes canceled. The girl went to bed about midnight, but this time she could not sleep. Anastasia tossed and turned, wrapped in a blanket and covered my head with a pillow, all to no avail.

Suddenly, the silence pierced the doorbell. It seemed that someone pressed too hard on the button, like he wanted to Wake up the whole entrance. Deciding that it was parents She hurried to the door. Already reaching for the lock, instinctively asked:

- Who's there?

Nobody answered, but the call was repeated – a loud and persistent.

- Who is that? – again asked the timid girl, and again heard nothing.

She felt so terribly that everything inside was cold. And then there's a new call made much flinch. Nastya clung to the door peephole.

The stairwell was brightly illuminated with two bulbs. At its doorstep Nastya saw a boy about ten years old. It was a simple chubaka, boots, fashion rubber hanging gloves. Dark-haired, round-faced, with big eyes. On the face lacking any expression. Surprised that the street it was snowing, and the boy and his clothes were completely dry, adhering without a single snowflake...

Suddenly he raised his head and looked up, as if realized that looking at him. And there's a Nasty thought, and how this boy was able to reach a call? And where did he come from in the dead of night? From those thoughts the girl was terrified. Suddenly, the child pursed her lips, and his face suddenly darkened.

- Don't look at me! he said in a hoarse and raspy aged voice. Look it will be worse!

Hearing this, Anastasia screamed in horror, but at the door was scratching and muttered hoarsely:

- Saw... she saw... she saw...

- Lord, protect me from evil! – cried the girl and began trembling hand to baptize the door.

The rattle almost immediately stopped, and then began to wheeze, fell against the door – and silence.

She still stood at the threshold, but did not dare to look in the peephole. Finally back in the room, she turned on the light and sat until morning. At dawn, the girl fell asleep, broken by fatigue and experienced stress.

By noon, has returned parents, Cindy woke up and asked what happened to the front door. Upholstered in leatherette, it was all in a small, but deep and clearly visible scratches...

Anastasia, being a believer, went the next day to Church and prayed, brought out the Holy water and splashed her front door. More late-night phone calls Larin didn't bother...

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