Black Shaq. Russia

The story of a huge dog that has chosen the Chermetovsky Bridge area belongs to the category of the youngest urban legends of Bryansk. She appeared literally ten years ago. Nevertheless, as is usually the case in such cases, the source of the legend remains a mystery to this day and does not plan to be revealed.

For the first time I heard this story from a girl who lives near the Police School. The girl worked for a long time somewhere in the area of the Mound of Immortality and always returned home on foot - through the Chermetovsky Bridge. I was not afraid of meeting with a dangerous contingent, explaining this by multiple acquaintances.

One day, in late autumn, the girl was returning home after work. The weather was not pleasant, a fine nasty rain was drizzling. Therefore, it was quite natural that the Chermetovsky Bridge and the road to it from the stop "Tourist Hotel" (Malygin Street), which are usually not quiet and peaceful places, did not differ in particular animation at that moment.

The girl knew the road like the back of her hand, walked along it day after day for many years, so she honestly believed that she had absolutely nothing to fear. She turned on the mp3 player, put the headphones in her ears and moved towards the bridge along the road, muddy from the rain, illuminated every once in a while by lanterns as ancient as the world itself.

And now, when there were thirty meters left before climbing the bridge, the girl saw a strange shadow on the right side of her vision. My friend has never been distinguished by cowardice, she has always been a lady, as they say, not a timid ten, but at that time, according to her own words, a strange painful premonition of danger brought a cruel convulsion to the young brain.

The girl turned off the player with an almost imperceptible movement and quickened her pace. The shadow did not lag behind, it moved parallel to the right along the houses. As luck would have it, the lanterns in this part of the street never worked at all, so the girl could not consider the unusual escort.

The girl went even faster, there were about fifteen meters left before the sandy rise. Usually there is always someone on the bridge, and even in such very nasty weather, the girl could justly hope that she could still meet at least a couple of people there.

And then something happened that changed my friend's worldview forever. The Shadow growled. A long, booming roar, full of pain and hatred, rolled along the street and disappeared somewhere on the approaches to the bridge. And then the shadow rose. Until that moment, she resembled a huge dog and my friend almost convinced herself that it was just someone's Rottweiler who ran away from home and now can't find his way home. But when the Rottweiler got up on its hind legs and growled again, unequivocally notifying the potential victim of its intentions, the girl could not stand it and ran.

The next few seconds, while my friend was rushing headlong down the sandy slope to the saving bridge, flew by for her like a fog. The shadow took off with her and in three jumps was next to her. The girl slashed into the darkness with a heavy bag and, gathering all her courage and will into a fist, continued. The shadow gave a short bark, and then two scarlet almost human pupils flashed for a moment in the pitch-cold darkness. The girl, without thinking twice, threw her bag into the shade and ran even faster to the bridge.

And when the bridge was only a couple of steps away, the girl friend felt an unbearable pain in her right arm. Not paying attention to her, she continued to run, and then the light of bright headlights hit her face. The girl instinctively covered her eyes with her left hand and screamed.

Tires screeched, the car drove up to the girl with lightning speed. They turned out to be acquaintances. When they saw her, white with horror with a bloody hand, they did not indulge in idle reflections. One guy started bandaging the wound, and the other two with crowbars at the ready rushed under the bridge. Naturally, they did not find any dogs there. However, they brought a tattered bag.

But the girl's hand was bitten through. The guys immediately took her to the nearest emergency room, where the surgeon treated the wound, then examined it for a long time and, as a result, concluded that the girl was attacked by a husky. He motivated this by the fact that the bite is very similar to a wolf's, and the fangs of the husky are more like the teeth of its wild companions than those of other dogs.

The girl was recovering from a strange incident for a very long time. My friend did not tell many people that she was actually attacked by a dog at all. Someone believed her words, someone did not. However, since then, the girl no longer walks home as a pawn, preferring a trip by minibus to a walk in the fresh air.