Brownie. Russia

In the 90s, when he recorded the story of her heroine - a resident of Rostov-on-don Tatyana Malova was almost 40 years. It was a calm and very balanced female, it never witnessed any tantrums or anything that would be a reason to consider her insane. In those years she worked as an engineer and lived in a one bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town with her husband and young son.

Researcher of anomalous phenomena Alexey Priyma personally met with her several times after she sent him a letter with his terrible history. He recorded her story about the antics of the evil forces in her apartment in detail.

— It started in the summer of 1987 — late in the evening, began to ring the bell over the front door to our apartment - says Tatiana Malova, - I opened the door, but no one for it was not! Then began — also in the evenings — strange phone calls. Pick up the phone, and there is silence. The phone trills interspersed with sound of a bell in the hallway for two weeks. Then stopped, replaced by new weird.

I and my husband, and our infant son clearly heard the flooring in the apartment crackled under the feet of some invisible. Two consecutive years, the alien wandered in the evenings through the rooms, visited us two or three times a month.

And in April 1989, I finally saw it. Oh, it would be better not seen! Woke in the night from severe pain in his chest. I was very surprised and worried, as earlier the chest never hurt. Grabbed the sore spot with a hand, turned over on his side, eyes climbed on a forehead from surprise. Outside the window hung the moon. Its light well-lit room. See, near the foot of my bed stands the devil no taller than five feet. Shaggy, curly, black. Naked! All overgrown with hair from head to toe. On the face — also wool. Eyes burning flames of hell, as plastered with white phosphorus. I looked closer — and he is smiling at me. Lips stretched by brutal smile.

— Who are you? — I ask, shaking with fear. But instead of answering, he speaks in a high squeaky voice:

— Like, I'll bring your brother? I don't know why, I drop a single word:

— Want to.

And God melted into air. Within a few seconds he re-materialized from the void in front of me. Next to him stood the little imp about two feet tall. His naked body was also covered with shaggy curly hair. But the head... Not his voice I cried, when he saw the hairy body over the face of his son! The devil hugged the imp by the shoulders, clearly chuckled, and his lips again spread into a devilish smile.

— We loved you squeaked in a treble, he. — We have come here. Wait.

The next moment both hairy creatures disappeared. After a while one of my close friend came to me that evening. She lived on the other side of town — very far away, and so I left her overnight with us. At midnight she alarmed my husband and heart-rending cries. We rushed to her, began to ask: what's a matter?

See, a woman under the influence, pounding in genuine hysterics. Through tears she haltingly said that haven't had time to go to sleep before it appeared out of nowhere three undersized creature covered in thick black hair. When my friend screamed in horror, the creatures disappeared, kanov again to God knows where...

One evening in August of 1990, I was lying on the couch, but still awake. The light in the room was off. Husband and son were in that moment in the next room. Suddenly I felt on top of some heavy plate, completely invisible. Saw a moment more and she will break the chest will crush me into a pancake. And next to the couch was on the wall lamp wall lamp. Under it hung a lanyard, which must be pulled to turn on or off the lamp.

Poluprodukta invisible plate, I nevertheless managed to reach out a hand to lace. Tugged at him. A flash of light. And trying to run me over, then flew off somewhere to the side. In subsequent nights I was afraid to sleep in the dark. So was sleeping when burning on the wall of the lamp. And nothing more is pressed. But were heard the male voice calling my name. I was frightened, jumped from the couch — no one in the room, no! And the voice was called: "Tanya!.. Tanya.." And at the same time heard a sound similar to a loud uniform ticking of the large wall clocks. Meanwhile, in our house there are no such hours. In response to those endless, exhausting soul calls "Tanya!.. Tanya.." I threw up once on the bed and saw a Cup and saucer under it, standing on the bottom shelf of the open cupboard, evenly swaying. They waddle from side to side to the beat of mysterious loud ticking. Near them was lying flat on the shelf plate. Suddenly the plate trembled, twitched of its own accord turned, and froze, standing on the edge. And then he began to roll on the shelf back and forth as the wheel.

I rushed to the sideboard, picked up a plate, pressed it to his chest. Don't know what to do. Sat on the couch and sat until dawn with a plate under his arm. In those terrible days when someone called me at night on behalf of my eight year old son often complained about the noise prevented him from sleeping. Hoots all night long under his bed something was moving there and puffed. Sick of it all, so that even in the voice of a cry! All our relatives, friends and colleagues, as my and my husband knew from our words about the nightmares of things happening to us.

One of the colleagues of her husband said:

— There is a popular belief: if mad house, it means that he is hungry and it needs feeding. Dumbest idea, isn't it? If you're a house and live under the same roof with us, here you go, hon, fridge, but the cupboard, where the shelves are packages with cereals and lies at the bottom of a sack of potatoes. Open the fridge, get in the closet, and feed on health. But why not do it when the situation is downright desperate?

In the evening I put on the place in the cupboard where the plate itself has risen on the edge, a Cup of water and a saucer with two cookies. Imagine my surprise when this morning I found a Cup and saucer is empty. The next evening I again made the same dinner for the house. By morning the water from the cups and cakes from the saucer disappeared. And the apartment came the pleasant silence. Every evening in the following days I continued to cook the simple food for his "tenant". Judging by the fact that it is unknown how and where the evaporated middle of the night feeding occurred brownie to taste. Passed ten days.

And then one morning I found the water and the cakes untouched. Yeah! Had eaten and drunk our hooligan began to be. My husband and I breathed a sigh of relief. Since then, nothing unusual in our house occurred.

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