Brownie. Uzbekistan

This story was told by the Sergey Simonov, who in 1980-e years was actively engaged in the study of UFOs and other anomalous phenomena.

It happened in 1985 in Uzbekistan, when a friend of Simon in one of the villages his uncle died. Buddy then was going to take in the heritage house — huge and empty — with a vineyard.

The story is divided into two parts - on what happened in the spring, when the funeral had a mother and brother mate and that happened in the same year, in the fall, when man Simon himself came to the house.

In spring when uncle buddy died, he was buried in Muslim, the same day he died, before sunset. This does not mean that the Uzbeks had deliberately neglected our Orthodox traditions: the uncle lived in the village since time immemorial, as they say in Central Asia, obespechila, and Uzbeks completely took it for "their" — because he is buried as they have taken. And here the sister of the uncle and his nephew (mother's brother mate) left after the funeral to spend the night alone in a huge empty house in another village. About midnight the door opened and the house entered a "very small woman" — rising just above the meter.

Mother and son sat at the table, and she did not greeted, sat immediately. We sat in silence for a moment, then said: — you still live here will not be! It sounded very evil. The second version (PAL why Simon didn't remember this short sentence) is: "You don't live here". Making this strange statement, "the midget" came through the same front door, but still it heavily slammed (crumbled plaster).

Sister of the deceased was not myself. But first she thought maybe her brother had a relationship with this woman, and they descended! So many years have not talked, and then — if the property to assign. And suddenly she's in this house their rights (referring to the legal side — that cohabited this unknown woman uncle). Suddenly her own species? And damn it to hell, this house does not came for him. But the fact that he thought the nephew of the deceased, is unknown, because he fell asleep at the table, so hard that the mother is not waking him up before 9 am. And she poor woman didn't sleep a wink, because all guessed and later checked the door, which of course were bolted on, the night before. It turns out that the woman spoke with the evil spirit, most likely with fright!

It goes without saying that neither the sister nor the nephew in this house anymore, not a single minute left. And after returning to Tashkent, the woman fell ill and never got up, died, almost immediately, brother. Meeting with the evil became too shocking.

Stepped autumn and mate Simon, who was the senior nephew of the deceased, invited him Sergei Simonov to go look at the house and a little help with the repair. With them went two other big and physically strong guys. One of them spoke in Uzbek. Entering the house and examined him, they visited the hall where not in Uzbek, stood a dressing table, upholstered furniture, a wall, and the Windows were closed, heavy, propulsive from the time of the funeral Drapes.

Anyone been to Uzbekistan, he knows that half a day is enough to dust all the furniture and the room got real estate. Walking under the canopy, behind which (and which) densely grapes. To enter the hall, bypassing the porch and adjoining room, it was impossible. Above the vineyard, from the entrance to the house to the canopy stretched to the roof of a vine hung with ripe tassels. Right on the facade of the house passed into the barn, which was built as solidly. And before you shed another uncle had procured a stack of the new slate for the roof repair. Slate had so many that they could cover the whole house. Four healthy young men were doing all day cleaning around the house and yard. The next day they were going to have something to repair and touch up, especially since the materials found in the yard and in the barn. For dinner, as usual, decided to "relax". But of course in moderation, because drinking in Uzbekistan is not very accepted either among Muslims or among members of other faiths — in particular, due to the dry climate.

After dinner it was still hot, and they sat on the couch in front of the house and in the dark and smoked and talked. Suddenly in the hall of her uncle's house abruptly opened the curtains. The moonlight, the rays of which now the room was looked through through, not highlighted anyone. But down the corridor and into the first room he heard heavy male footsteps. No frightened, the two friends waited (intuitive) — who appears on the porch? But no one came: creaked and moved the front door. But those same heavy footsteps sounded... on the roof of the canopy. It was evident that the roof sags under these steps. With a carport and the house has spread to the roof of the shed. And then, suddenly peremetnulis (was clearly heard the jump from the roof) on a pile of slate, were not only rattle him, but to destroy it! In the moonlight, the men saw flying debris and splashes of slate. In the house of friends, of course, did not sleep.

Man, who knew Uzbek, asked for the night to the neighbors, and they late or am talking with a neighbor about his uncle, a house and other things, trying not to remember the recent obsession. However, they asked her if the neighbor is "very small Russian women". Uzbek shrugged: in the village of Russian, except the deceased, was not. But the son of a neighbor, student, admitted, and then, in the spring and now in autumn when he goes to school in the morning, at the house of the deceased Russian — sees a tiny man who sits in his uncle's cap, holding onto the chimney, and the sad looks on the road. But man — man, not a woman.

Finding in the morning that slate is not a single whole leaf, nephew almost did not hesitate also decided not to pursue the house. Left a legacy in the lurch! The friends boarded the bus and left for Tashkent.

Translated by «Yandex.Translator»