Poltergeist. Russia

After graduating from the Leningrad medical Institute I worked in the village near Kostroma. There was a story I want to tell.

Caused me Nikolai, the chief doctor of the district hospital, in his office and invited her along with him to visit one of the nurses, which at that time was on maternity leave.

- You know - on the way to the house he explained, is Helen with the surgical Department. Like a normal woman, and said some nonsense, saying that in her house settled evil power, noise and scares everyone. I don't believe that, and these conversations we do not need. Bosses may think that in our hospital obscurantism thrives.

Nikolai Alexeevich had a bad leg, he walked with a cane. Went slowly. Fifteen minutes later we approached a small wooden house. We were greeted by vociferous mongrel dog. Came out on the porch Helen and invited into the house.

- Well what have we here? - asked Nikolai.

- Let's have some tea with pies - suggested Helen. And I'll tell you everything.

We agreed and went into the room that served as dining room and bedroom. Almost a third of premises occupied by a Russian stove. Sat at a big table - I, the chief doctor, Helen, her husband and their 12-year-old son. In a wheelchair beside the window, slept a tiny child. The owner put in the middle boiled electric samovar, the boy has arranged the cups, and the young hostess brought the pies. Then the man hoisted on the table a bottle of wine of own production. A few drinks, got to talking.

- The daughter is already the third month, the beginning of the story Lena. - When I was still pregnant, we have in the pantry there were some strange noises, knocks, squeaks. The small pantry, where we stored vegetables and cucumbers-tomatoes in cans. The entrance is from the hall. We first thought it was mouse infested. Caulked all the cracks, lay the second floor, on the door of the big castle hanged the cat in there at night locked. But it didn't help.

House we put, when the son was two, ' continued the young hostess. A storage room was added about three years ago. And now this attack. My husband says that we came to the house or the Goblin of the forest. And I was very worried.

- On the door of the closet is always a castle? - asked Nikolai.

The evening and night. We had only one hanging in the hallway

. We went into the hall and looked at the locked door of the storage room. I walked up to her and listened. It seemed to me that behind the door someone is there.

- I have cleaned before your arrival, everything in its place. You'll see, soon the house will begin to play tricks. He's always at one time of waking up. I suddenly felt uneasy. - Well, let's wait a bit, ' said the doctor. I don't believe in no goblins, devils and any other evil spirits. And you, Lenochka, not suggest. We are materialists should understand that any alleged mystical events must be a rational explanation.

Half an hour passed. We walked back to the pantry. Lena gave the key to Nikolay Alekseevich. The tight squeezed in the hand stick, removed the lock and opened the door violently, saying:

- Where are you, Goblin, or how you got there? Show yourself, I'll give you a treat!

At the same instant potato was the size of a fist whizzed through the air and hit him in the face. He screamed, staggered and fell on his back. We, enchanted, remained in place. Nikolai rose to his feet, his face became purple.

- What is it? he said. - Who hit me?

He ran out of the house and leaning on a stick, without saying goodbye, hobbled to the side of the hospital. I distrust and apprehension toured the pantry. On the floor in the corner stood a basket of potatoes. Next to pure podmetina floor littered with cabbage, pumpkin and some other vegetables. Housed on the shelves of pickle jars. At the threshold - a few potatoes. And - anyone. I thanked the hosts for the meal and went to catch up with the chief physician. Caught him in the office in front of a mirror. He stared at the large bruise near his left temple.

- You are very lucky, ' I said. In this closet there was also a pumpkin, and pickle jars. If something of them in the head with a fly - would have had an ambulance call.

Nikolai pursed her lips and said:

- I would ask that all the talk about the antics of the so-called brownie did not go beyond this office. Although I must blame myself, too defiantly behaved, that he did not like.

Who's him? - I smiled.

Nikolai said nothing and gently touched a finger to the bruises on the face. Soon I was transferred to work in another hospital, so I don't know how this story ended.

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