The Alien. Russia

This strange story of three successive contacts with the representative of extraterrestrial intelligence, said Michael Sibinovski from the city of Orel. According to him it started in the distant postwar years, when he was little.

- 1947. Me — seven years. Late in the evening. Lemon light of the moon illuminates our courtyard. In the sky cold stars wink. My sister and I sitting on a pile of sawdust and vigorously discuss various scary stories about witches and goblins, we heard from adults, mostly from our grandmother. And the more creepy parts of those stories remember, the worse we are done. Already beginning to seem — because of the chimney, sticking above the hut, peeping witch, who arrived riding a broom, and in the chicken coop stood by, sighing, grandfather house...

Fear grabs us, and we bullet fly home. Soon go to sleep. My sister and I sleep in the same bed with Jack. The night comes. Suddenly Wake up because someone is sensitive pushed me in the side. Open your eyes. Next to the crib is a soldier of great height, covered in green. On the head — cap, which is based on a weak orange glow. A brownie has come!!! Me as the wind blew with the crib. My legs rushed me to the bed where my mother slept. Slipped under the blanket to her. Of course, mom immediately woke up. And also saw the "soldier".

— Who are you? Why are you here? — a trembling voice she asked.

"Soldier" is not a word said in response. Continued to silently stand in one place. Then mom, loud gasp, he jumped out of bed and rushed to the crib, where peacefully sleeping, my five year old sister. Grabbed her in his arms and ran back.

My mother hid the girl under a patchwork quilt. I hid under the other blanket, lying beside her. Hid it with his head but left a small crack to peek. Slightly recovered from fright, mom again asked "soldier":

— But who are you, in the end? And when he was come into the house?

He sighed. Then suddenly melted into the air. At the same moment the window — somewhere in the distance flickered flashes of fire. After a couple of seconds, the wall of fire approached, and the fire started right under the window in our yard. My mother and I cried together. Decided — now burn. However, the fire ceased as suddenly as it had begun. In the morning we found in the yard no signs of the conflagration. Well, not a single charred embers was not found. The sun shone brightly. The yard was clean and empty.

The second meeting

The third meeting

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