Hi all! I finally decided to lay out new crypts, decided now, so that for the New Year (being in an inadequate state) to not put any nonsense.
And yes with all! I wish you the rays of a denomin. 11 Well, okay ..
Let’s start?
I, as always, climbed on the Internet, when suddenly a message came to me by e -mail, on which there was a photo of a dog.
It was horror. Everyone who looks at this photo will say incomprehensible phrases with the predominance of the letter "Yu" and a soft sign. The faces of these people are crumple in a terrible grimace: the mouth will become an arc, and the eyebrows will rise. Some begin to laugh wildly without stopping with a hysterical laugh.
This dangerous file! Don’t look!
Okay, I’ll go to a serious.
Chapter 1. Strange file.
That night I felt as usual. Broken. Drowned hair stained with all kinds of food for homemade clothing. From the window blows a warm summer breeze. But today it didn’t please me anymore. I sat and staring stupidly into the monitor “leafed through” the pages on the Internet. Here is the VKontakte tab, here is another with the address "4stor.ru ", next to her the great" Google ". A sudden beep on the table, the room was filled with a rumble from a telephone vibrating on the table. I reluctantly took the phone in my hands and looked at the display. The name of my friend was displayed on the screen. I pressed the answer button:
– Hello
– Hi nickname, did not wake up?
I looked at my watch. In fact, the time was already later, but I did not pay attention to it.
– Hi Stas. No. I haven’t fallen yet. You wanted something?
– Yes. I came across one strange file here. And and, not somewhere on the network. And not on a flash drive. And in the root folder of the system.
I did not pay much attention. You never know that this novice PC user could find in the Windows folder. But I still decided to clarify what kind of file he found.
– What kind of file?
– Don’t know. It is called Micro. This is probably from Microsoft, but I have never seen such an extension.
I started. A gambling light of the researcher appeared in me.
– And what?
– .Deth
And here surprise came. I’ve never heard about this type of file before. I decided to check in Google, but I did not find anything worthwhile.
-So. I didn’t get anything on the Internet about this file. Which is quite strange.
– Come on, forget it. Probably some system file. Good night.
Its icq icon became red.
The end of the first chapter.
Chapter 2. Strange events.
Waking up in the morning, I first looked at the watch. It was noon. I quickly got up with my foot, poked the computer button and went to do breakfast for myself. Having reached the kitchen, I heard an incoming message in ICQ. “Well, nothing,” I thought, wait. Having made sandwiches and pouring tea, I carried it all to my computer. A message from Stas was visible on the screen:
– Get ready and come to me immediately.
– Okay, good, what a rush?
– There is no time! I will come to explain.
The icon of his ICQ became red. I finished sandwiches, drank tea. I looked on the news on the Internet. One of them read: "The girl died for an unknown reason".
At the end of the news there were lines: "The girl’s corpse found in her room at the computer". It alerted me, but later, leaving the apartment, it flew out of my head. And so I got to the house of Stas. I call the doorbell.
-K-like there?
– It’s me, Nick, open.
-X-Khoroshny.
Stas was clearly concerned about something.
– Well? What’s happened.
-P-Remember T-Tot File?
– I remember. What’s wrong with him?
– Today I sent him to my friend, who rummages in all these matters … So, today she was found dead! Understand? I killed her! Having sent this file!
The news about the death of a girl surfaced in memory.
– Well, let’s see what kind of file.
-And m-m?
– No. We will see. This is the only way to find out what is happening here.
We went to his room.
– Well, show that file.
Stas took the mouse with shaking hands and began to look for the desired file in the system.
“He’s.”.
I looked and my surprise knew no bounds! The file was called "Micro", and the extension was ".Deth ". And nothing came to mind except the word "death". It turns out this file carries Micro, that is, small, and Death – death. I felt uneasy.
– Stas remove him on.
-P-P-I got. So this bastard with each reboot of the computer appears again.
-Your m-mother.
I thought and decided to check whether he is really killing?
– Let’s start? – I suggested.
– You went crazy?
– Come on! What do you believe in all this nonsense about deadly files?
-Yes, n-no.
– Here you go! So come on, open.
-X-Khoroshny.
He clicked on the file twice. And then something rather strange and at the same time frightening. The darkness has become thickening in the room. Lightning flashed outside the window, although the weather was clear, and the day turned into night.
-What is it? – asked Stas.
– Don’t know.
Suddenly, the Word opened on the computer, and letters began to be “printed” in it, although we did not even touch it. The inscription read: “Another daredevil who decided to play with death? Bold, commendable. Today at midnight you will have to open this file again. And the game will begin. Otherwise, a mngone death will follow."After that, the document closed, and the computer rebooted. I looked at the watch was 18:59. Stas sat and looked dumbfounded at the monitor. I thought what to do.
– We got into a large one ..
I said.
23:50. The darkness filled the room. We sat and listened to silence, thinking what would happen to us. All these terrible events were reflected in our well -being. I sat and was afraid to think about what this unfortunate file could do with us.
23:55. Stas was noticeably nervous, and I understand him. Not every day in life you will encounter an unexpected death of a close friend and an omen of death.
23:58. God! A little less than 2 minutes. Suddenly I asked him:
– Stas?
– What?
– You are afraid of death?
– Certainly! What can we talk about here! I want to live! Everyone wants!
– I know…
The sudden ringing of the alarm clock announced us that time came.
– Well … it’s time. I said.
We approached the computer and found the same file. Stas was noticeably nervous and apparently to keep calm he was hellishly hard.
2nd mouse click on the file.
The room seemed even darker, although before that it was quite dark. A Word again entered the screen, in which the words began to appear: “Well, you, I will see, not from the cowardly. Ha ha. But I warn you – if you do not go through the game to the end, you will die. The rules of the game are very simple. You need to go through all your life places in the allotted time. Starting from the hospital, ending with the university. On the road you are waiting for many dangers. If you go through the game to the end, you may stay alive. Otherwise, death. Everything is clear?"
We were beside ourselves from fear and horror. We collected everything we needed, and went to the street. What appeared to our view, it was impossible to describe. Empty, abandoned streets. It feels like there were no people about 3 centuries. Strange substances similar to cocoons hung from the pillars. We moved forward along the street. The first point of our trip was the maternity hospital No. 13, the same in which we were born. We walked along the empty abandoned streets, not believing that this was actually happening to us. But we walked. We wanted to survive. Here he is. The same maternity hospital in which we were born. Entering it, we almost twisted from the horror and abomination of the. In the walls, iron stakes were nailed babies. Furious, headless, with broken tummy. Behind the post in the chair, something distantly reminiscent of a person dangled, he had no head and a pair of limbs, the spine was pulled out and broken in 4 places. Stas turned. We walked on. There were corpses everywhere. Corpses of doctors, nurses, midwives, children, young people who have not given birth to mothers. Here is the same chamber. Entering it, we found a note. "Congratulations! You have passed the very first and light level of the game. Now you see what I can do with your world? Impressive, yes? Well, follow further … and be afraid of “them”! “They” are very dangerous."A small three -sided key fell on the floor next to me, which resembled a triangle. He glowed with a dull beige color. Leaving the ill -fated building, we headed straight to school. But as soon as we took a couple of steps out of the corner, strange, slurred sounds began to come.
– This is "they"? – asked Stas with horror
– It looks like that. – I answered.
We began to move quietly along the lane so that they did not hear us. Fortunately, everything worked out, we reached the secondary school No. 342 with a quick pace. Entering the hall, we saw a picture similar to the one we saw in the hospital, only on the corpses of the children there were strange creatures that devoured their flesh. Here one of them tore the little boy’s hand and began to fascinate it with her. Stas turned up a second time, and suddenly “they” turned to us. Their yellow eyes, radiated the insatiable thirst for flesh and blood. Hunger tormented them. And now, gathering in a place, they were going to attack.
– Run. I yelled.
We ran to the destination, that is, to the office No. 17. It was the same office where we studied. Having reached the cabinet, we instantly slammed the door and jerked it with the nearest closet. On the table lay exactly the same envelope that was in the hospital. Opening it, I read the next message. "Bravo! Not many managed to reach the end of the second level and at the same time survive, and at the same time also unharmed. I am surprised. I think you found the first key? Of course they found, I have no doubt. The second key is in this envelope. And yes. Time is running out. I forgot to warn that for everything about everything is allotted for exactly an hour of time from which 40 minutes have passed. Hurry up, because it is unpleasant when death steps on your heels, right?»From the envelope fell the key in the shape of Latin A, a pleasant greenish light emanated from it. I took it and put it in my pocket where there was a second key.
– Stas!
– What?
– The floor of business is done, we have two keys of three. But we have less than 20 minutes left to get to the university. So let’s go.
– How will we get out the sage!? From the other side, bloodthirsty creatures!
– Let’s try through the window.
– You went crazy? Jump from the second floor!
– We have no choice. Went.
I opened the window and seized into the darkness. Stas was waiting for me to give a signal.
– Alive. Jump.
Following me landed Stas. We ran to our native University of Medicine. We fled about 15 minutes, breathing out and tired, we burst into the institute, where it was surprisingly light and pure. We were delighted and went to the dean’s office, where we were admitted to the university. But then the ceiling shook a powerful blow with something heavy. A huge carcass fell on top, about 2 and a half meters tall. Black wool, sparkling, scarlet eyes. The creature stared at us angrily. We stood dumbfounded by what we saw. And only when “it” published a loud, uterine scream, we came to life. Stas screamed heart -rending. We rushed to the dean. "It" chased us, with obviously not good intentions. Hit. I was thrown back by 2 meters, pounding my head on the tiled floor of the hall, I lost consciousness. I opened my eyes, blood sailed from a broken forehead through my eyes. I wiped blood and looked at the crack in the floor and was horrified. There was Stas among the fragments of the tile. Or rather what is left of him. Half of his body was smeared on the floor and turned into a bloody porridge, and the other part hung from the corner of the mouth of that creature. "It" was absorbed in food. I, wiping the blood from my forehead, ran to the cabinet of the dean. Opening the door and just as sharply slamming it, I stayed in the darkness of the cabinet. Only on the table the next message glowed weakly with a reddish light. Taking it from the table and opening it, I saw the following: “Incredible! You survived, and I thought that it was impossible to escape from Bofial. But, I don’t see your friend here. What a pity. Well, you went through all 3 levels of the game and the final level remained. Meeting with me. Go to the northern part of the city to the river port and go to the pier, in the floor you will see 3 holes. Insert the keys in shape and color, and you will fall into my kingdom. Hurry up. I don’t like to wait.»Lightning flashed, a thunderous retirement came like a terrible laughter of a demonic creature. I shook the key from the envelope and put it in my pocket. I went to the door and took up the handle with the words:
– Now death is known.
Chapter 4. Death is only the beginning.
Desert city. Not a single soul. Only I would not be cracked on a long -cracked asphalt to meet my fate. I bowed my head, I thought about the inevitability of my death. It is unlikely that I will be able to get out of this nightmare alive. I lost my best friend. Lost the best world, the one in which I lived, laughed. Only at this moment I realized how important that world is for me. That routine, workdays, gloomy people. Now it seemed to me paradise. And now … now I’m in hell. I am alone. There is no hope.
You can see the river. I’m already close. Thunder Parka interrupted my thoughts. It rained. I completely lost heart. Having taken out the keys from my pocket, I began to look at them. They filled my soul with their light, and I felt a little better.
Embankment. As deserted as the whole world. Black waters of the once great river washed dirty shores. And then and there were corpses. Turned out to the wrong side, broken, burned, gutted. A flashlight fell on someone. Someone flew to the fence. Someone pressed the car. Many corpses. Hundreds. Thousands. But I did not care. I went to meet the one who did it with this world. I thirsty to meet him to face.
Pier. Dirty. Dead. I began to look for the very door, when I heard a familiar howl. It was a Befial. His giant 2-meter carcass moved right on me. I looked at him dumbfounded. 10 seconds. He made his way to the pier. 20 seconds. Hit. The gender of the pier went stuck, and the old boards began to crack under my feet. 30 seconds. "It" moves on me. A little more, and he will smear me all over the pier. 35 seconds. Hack. Sudden, terrible chest pain. Punch against the wall. The monster broke through a wooden fence, and fell straight into the water. The unpleasant smell of something dissolving. I went to the hole in the pier and saw that the monster was starting to melt. This water was not water, but with acid. The vile deafening howl forced me to bake. Having examined myself, I found that a small wooden fragment sticks out of my chest. Gently taking him out, I continued the search for the cherished door. I noticed her only by a small glow from its smooth surface. Small steel hatch with 3 locks. In the middle there was a large circle, similar to a bowl. From each castle there was a channel that led to the middle of the door. 1 key. Whitish light "poured" through the channel. Reaching the center, he filled the bowl. 2 key. Green light mixed with white. 3 key. The bowl was filled with a light yellow light. Something clicked inside the door, and two pens appeared on the sides of the hatch. I took both hands for each of them and pulled on myself. Luke succumbed and drove aside. There was a staircase on the wall under the hatch. There is only darkness below. I started to go down the stairs without hesitation. Having reached the bottom, I went down to the floor. My legs began to link in something soft, but because of the darkness I could not see anything. Having passed a couple of steps on the skilled floor, dazzling red light hit my eyes. After getting to him, I looked around the situation around me and was horrified. Paul consisted of elements of the human body. Candelabra from skulls. Rally from ridges and spine. The fountain in which the pipes consisted of human arteries and blood whipped from them. The walls were hung with all possible skeletons. At the end of the terrible hall, a girl was sitting on the throne. The one that was found dead at home. Her black eyes without the pupils brought horror at me.
– Come! She exclaimed.
I obediently went along the skilled floor of the hall and finally reached the end of the hall. I raised my eyes and saw behind the throne a strange creature that drove a paw over a girl. Small black threads departed from each part of her body. The creature jerked all the threads, and the girl broke up into bloody pieces. "It" came out because of the throne, shook off the remaining parts of the girl and looked at me. Huge yellow eyes burned my eyes through. The saliva slowly oozed from a healthy mouth. Black wings behind his back nervously twitched. Thunder voice asked me:
– You liked the game?
– So much so that I am ready to tear your eyes and feed them to those creatures right now!
– Oh! Where does so much hatred come from! Sit down better, rest.
A sharp impetus in the chest put me on a chair that came from nowhere. I tried to get up, but unknown forces chose me, preventing me from moving. Hatred burned me from the inside, I was ready to tear it to pieces right now. "It" began to approach me. Fear has come for hate.
– And you know … – said the demon. – I will probably leave your life if you become my guide to your world.
– Never. – I said confidently.
– You are definitely sure of your choice? – the demon said mockingly.
– Exactly.
– Then I have to kill you. – the demon said with a grin on his face.
But I didn’t want to die. I decided to fight. Having gathered all the strength that I had, I jerked and invisible shackles slept from me. I grabbed the first bone from the floor and jumped onto the demon, going right in his eye. Bone reached the goal. The frantic howl filled the hall, and blood poured and his yellow eye. Making furiously and waving his arms, he hit me and sent me into a short flight. Something sharp, and crazy pain pierced the leg in the leg. I tried to get up, but to no avail. The demon roared:
– You! Yes, how dare you! I will tear you to pieces!
The demon was approaching me. I started to crawl, but he overtook me and, grabbing my throat, lifted me above the ground.
– Get ready to die! – He said with a terrible grin.
The claws began to squeeze on my neck. A little more and they will separate the head from the body. Moment. The demon froze terribly and screamed so heartily that I was stunned for a few moments. In the area of the heart (although I was not sure that it is there) a huge iron pin stuck out. Blood poured out of the wound. Demon’s eyes were filled with blood. He let go of my throat, pulled out a pin from his chest and turned towards my savior. It was Stas. The upper part of his body was disfigured to such an extent that I barely recognized him. The lower part consisted of scraps of different parts of the body. One moment, the demon torn the air with claws and slashed Stas with claws. The upper part of his body fell apart into even pieces. Blood poured and poured the floor. I immediately took the pin and prepared. The demon began to turn around. As soon as he completely turned to me, I stuck the pin into his only remaining eye. He fell to the floor and began to scream. It is terrible to scream. Vrive. Pin in the throat of the demon. Vrive. The pin pierced his head. The demon began to freeze slowly. His mouth blurred in a terrible smile and he said:
– Remember … Death is only the beginning! – He burst out laughing, but immediately interrupted the laughter. He was dead. I am exhausted, lay on the floor and closed my eyes. “Is it all?" – I asked myself. Apparently so. A sudden flash woke me up. I sat in front of the monitor. My eyes were sick, it was dry in the throat. Stas lay on the floor. He was dead. The computer gave out a critical error and went out. Pulling it out of the outlet, I lay down on the bed and forgot to sleep.
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I am writing this in a thick green notebook. Her parents brought it to me. Green pacifies. Reminds of foliage outside. The handle is blue. The ceiling is white. The bed is hard. There are plenty of time. I like to carry with a pen on paper – it helps to fence off from the fact that around. I don’t know if something else is able to feel. They did their job.
I get up and go to wash. Then to the toilet. Then – for breakfast. I raise a spoon. I lower it. I chew. I go to bed, I pick up Robinson Crusoe’s hands. This is a safe book. She cannot damage me. Ha. What can? And yet, I more than once threw the handle to the far corner before I decide to write here about what caused everything. Should go through this again – in his memories.
I like terrible stories – I will not argue with this. Most likely, it was an obsessive thirst for being frightened and became the cradle of many nightmares. I was always afraid to stay at home alone, even when it was light on the street. He sat in his room, turning on the TV or music to the full;He rushed into the toilet or to the kitchen, like an abrasion, frantically thought a snack and struck a bullet back, without turning around, sniffing the door tightly into the corridor. If the door was ajar, it seemed to me that because of her, it was not even an hour, long gray fingers with claws would show up, clasp the edge of the door and stroke it, as if to say-here I, look at me, my friend, once I show you completely. Of course, nothing happened, but the imagination regularly painted me silhouettes in the night, shadows flickering in the mirrors and other inexplicable. Neighboring noises behind the wall and completely imagined me attempts by otherworldly creatures to contact our world, the intermediary of which I was. In a word, the ordinary phobias of a fan of horror stories who re -read all Stephen King with Lovecraft back in elementary grades. But I had a saving twig for all my irrational horror: I knew that sooner or later adults would come home, and the house would be friendly and comfortable again, and all the horror stories will crawl into their dark burrows … until I remain alone with them again with them.
Time passed, I grew up, changed several places of work and ladies of my heart, and therefore children’s suspiciousness left me by giving way to everyday concerns and business routine. But nothing on Earth passes without a trace, just like nothing arises just like that. I understood this when I was left alone again.
My abode is an apartment apartment in a five-story building of a sleeping area. The house is old, there are many people in it and met death – who. I inherited the apartment from the deceased grandfather, and, without thinking twice, I moved to it from the boring parental wing. All this clutches around the only granddaughter and son stood across the throat for a long time, I finally dreamed of feeling like a real adult with a business vein. I held a non-last position in a large company, which somehow did not fit with home attempts to continue to grow a indoor plant out of me. Therefore, when the apartment finally stepped into my hands, I felt a liberated prisoner. Webcerfing before dawn, midnight gatherings under the atmosphere Black and mulled wine, a free schedule of life – what else does a young man need a little over twenty?
The new house was very comfortable: a bright kitchen, a wide hallway, a spacious single room, the main attraction of which was a massive book rack of two meters high. Everything here was saturated with the spirit of the old good scoop: the fridge of Dnipro yellowed from old age, a portrait of a young Yesenin with a pipe in the hallway, an ancient transistor radio receiver in a living room … I remembered these things from childhood, my parents often handed me to my grandfather to do their own business. It seemed that since then nothing has changed in the room. Time passed, and this place stuck in the mid -seventies. I left old wallpapers in a colorful pattern and heavy burgundy curtains on the windows untouched – they added a comfort room, like the old watch with a pendulum hanging on the wall. He brought his furniture with household appliances from his parental house to the grandfather’s house, she parked a bicycle on the balcony, held the Internet – and the Broke Berlog is ready.
I used to be visiting here, and now the apartment was at all at my disposal. Separate and rule! However, the impression of the housewarming was lubricated by the memory of farewell to the grandfather. He gave God the soul in the very room where I was now to live. I remember the wide folding table on which he lay, dressed in a black suit, hands are folded on his chest;I remember his elongated face, as if she had a sheet out of wax, as it flashed through my head: “This is not him. Item. Doll. Dummy. He’s not more.". Mother cried nearby. It was not to recognize it: it seemed that death stole not only grandfather, but also my mother’s flowering look. I have already seen the deceased more than once, but what was lying on the table was once a beloved grandfather. I stood in the doorway and did not dare to approach him in order to kiss on the forehead. I haven’t done it. Turned around and left, feeling his mother’s imploring his back. He did not return home. I missed the funeral, sitting in a friend’s apartment. No, no one reproached me for this, everyone understood how painful it was. But they had enough conscience, but I have no. As if, not seeing how they buried him, I would not fully realize that my grandfather had completely left us. Nobody told me anything. But the torment for the inconsistent will not leave me, probably, and at their own death hour.
However, life does not stand still, and with his misconduct, he reconciled, healing funny in a new place. I was left to myself, and it was a sweet feeling. Of course, I went to work, paid a rent and utility bills, bought food and industrial products, but this gave up joy more likely: complete independence! I was the undivided master of my own life. With light drugs and noisy booze, he was overwhelmed by adolescence, and therefore led a measured secluded existence, sometimes getting into a night film order, in a cafe or simply walking with colleagues and Internet guns. He always returned home with joy, sitting at nights at the Internet, often hanging in the social network before dawn or reading the next heap of terrible stories.
And it began again. Fear returned. I can’t say at what exactly the moment it happened, but I began to catch myself thinking that it is sometimes uncomfortable for me to be at home. The feeling of anxiety climbed under the skin, bypassing my head, so I did not attach importance to such echoing agents, considering them atavisms of my childhood. It is a shame, perhaps, to be afraid of a hefty baby from the doors. I did not believe that such fear could return to me. It was a shame to believe. But again, I looked at the night darkness of the corridor again, tried not to look back at the balcony behind my back so as not to see the gallows there, and always tightly closed the door to the room. Anxiety crept gradually, so I habitually observed my saving children’s rituals, having used to get used to personal demons and living with them in the wretches, realizing that they are the essence of the fruit of imagination, who was heated by horror stories. And is it worth it now to say how I was streaming when my fears began to make excuses ..
It all started on one unremarkable evening when I was sitting at the computer and trying to download some kind of novelty. In my room they began to lightly rattling glass, as if they stood loosely in the frames, and a tunnel of the metro ran under me. But the windows stood firmly, but there is simply no subway in our city, and in general our yard is very quiet, standing on the outlet. Going into the kitchen, I did not hear anything strange, the windows were in order. But in the room they continued to ring non -stop. I felt slightly uneasy, and I pulled into the street, to the store. When he returned, everything has already subsided. The evening finished watching the cinema and wandering over the network, but the dream did not set. I again stood in the doorway opposite my grandfather lying on the table. He stood and looked at his body, a stupid mummy mannequin, while his mother went in sobs next to him until her cry turned into a monotonous howl until he heard the sounds of an organ and a pipe;Other deaf voices, sobs, whisper, lamentations filled my head, drowned in the cacophony of sounds, and then the deceased began to move.
I jumped on the bed. It was half the hundred morning. I looked around: everything is quiet, only barely audible noise is noisy of the computer’s system unit, and grandfather ticks the clock.
On the floor, the first sun’s rays of the cheerful June sun lay on the floor;The street called. Having decided to have breakfast and go to the park with a book, I proceeded to think sandwiches to the kitchen. Cutting his doctoral sausage in large slices, I almost grabbed my finger-something in the room was noisily hit on the floor. Something weighty, judging by the sound of a blow. With a sigh, I went to check what could distract me from such an important culinary process. The grandfather’s watches turned out to be violators of calm: they somehow crashed over the ground, flying off the nail. I checked the nail – it seems, a whole, it is driven shallow, it sits firmly in the wall. Damn him, with a nail, but the watch is sorry: they got up, and it seems, forever. Sighing, led them to the last journey to the garbage chute, remembering in passing the line of Oleg Grigoriev:
"Time is tired and got up … and nothing became".
Having decided not to change his plans, he deduced and went to the park, boringly spent until the evening for the Banks’s "Hide Factory". Inspired by exciting reading, I was in a hurry to make dinner home. However, barely stepping behind the threshold, he experienced an inexplicable surge of longing: barely closing the door behind me, I was left alone with silence in a dark hallway. Whatever one may say, a lonely life sometimes makes you regret that there is no one to meet you. Upon, I set the kettle and turned on fun music to get distracted, and went to the bathroom to rinse my face – June turned out to be seriously sultry. I have a mirror above the sink, so I always see what is happening behind me. Usually there is a door there, because I close, even if I am at home alone, the legacy of childhood fears. But this time I left the door open because I ran in a short while, and the music raised my mood, coming from the room. I leaned over the sink, and when I raised my eyes, it seemed as if some gray shadow rushed past the doorway. Of course, I shuddered, but not so scared: before I often had all kinds of chimeras, whose lightning movements could only be caught by the corner of my eye. Fear has great eyes, I decided and poured my tea bravely.
Returning to the room, he cast it with a master’s gaze, once again complaining about the untimely death of walkers. Now the wall without them looked empty. I would have to hang a picture. And the carpet on the floor was completely rubbed and frowned around the edges. The wallpaper faded, and even turned yellow in places, the whitewash on the ceiling peeled off. I ruthlessly took the transistor receiver to the landfill at the entrance, now it was occupied by a decent audio system purchased for honestly earned money. Figures of the heroes of computer games are carefully placed on the computer table. This collection was a subject of pride, and every time, looking at it, my soul was warm. A rocking chair darkened from time to time. When I was little, my grandfather often sat in him and put me on his knees, where I fell asleep under the measured creaking of the perspective. Now I sometimes got into it when I wanted to reflect or just relax with the book. The paradoxical proximity of an anachronic trash with interior innovations and prestigious electronics had fun. Here, both a pensioner and manager-alcoholic could live here.
My gaze slipped through the balcony door, and the relaxed course of thoughts gave way to anxiety. I left the door to the balcony of an open wide open, otherwise the room would turn into a steam room under a hot summer sun. I thought: the memory was never my skate, maybe he slammed the door, and now he was in vain in vain? But the anxiety in me has already taken the roots. I remembered the episode with glasses, my dream, clock, the same as if falling from the wall, a shadow behind his back, now there is another door … There was something wrong with the apartment. Or I was not alone in it?
What kind of kindergarten! You have always been a bustard, slammed and forgot on my head – I began to scold myself, nevertheless, worried about it more and more. I should not follow my fright, I have to live and live here. Or I did not want to get out of my parental house on free bread? Here’s what: be a man, in the end, and throw the nonsense from your head!
Having somehow agreed with myself, I sat down at the computer, but this did not bring fun: the anxiety pissed to me. The spinal brain felt the tension in the room. Pounded in my head, and I lay down on the bed, picking up a book. But it was also not possible to immerse yourself in reading, the eyes wandered meaninglessly in the lines, without grabbing the meaning. I threw a book every now and then and looked around. This was not a drilling gaze into the back, rather, the walls squeezed around me, held out invisible hands and whispered something inaudible, driving away crazy. The tension grew, the air became stale and sticky;I started to dizzy. I put down the book and sat on the bed, trying to suppress this attack of paranoia, and then the wall lamp flashed brightly for the last time and burned out with a loud grunt. The room became dark. Everything was quietly subsided. Even seemed to suffocate the system unit. I clicked the chain switch. Deaf. It is – the light was chopped off. Apparently, the bulb could not stand the voltage difference and ordered to live long. I sat in the dark, listening to night noise. The silence is such that, fall a dust, you can hear this.
I didn’t want to go to the kitchen for a candle. I just sat on the bed, my knees to the chin, and waited for the light. Seconds folded in minutes, minutes – for tens of minutes. I already began to peck my nose when I suddenly heard it. I would not confuse this sound with anything. No, it could not be a mistake. It is he who. Sipenia. Whistling from lung cancer. In the far corner of the room, where the whole darkness of this night thickened, two meters from me, someone was breathing hoarsely. Breathing. Someone. In my room. In which the light burned half an hour ago, and there were only me, a computer and a cup of tea. I simply knocked me out of horror. I would start to whine quietly, but my breath was completely caught. The hoarse was still noisy in the corner, it seems, without moving. I was afraid to even rush in that direction. Reality acquired a surrealistic color. All my ideas, based on dividing the category “happens, does not happen”, collapsed. Without realizing what I am doing, I was as well as as possible as possible with my head. And there, under the blanket, I heard that the spirit finally knocked out of me. The creak came from the corner. The vile creak of the old chair, on which the grandfather loved to sit so much. SKRIIIIP-script. SKRIIIP-script. Orange circles dancing in my eyes, burned in my throat, tears themselves rolled out of my eyes. I was ready to say goodbye to life right there, on my couch. Skrip-script. The chair swayed measuredly, and I was shaking under the covers like an aspen leaf and was ready to rush to the table and rip off the veins with a clerical knife if I was not paralyzed with horror. The imagination rebelled, it painted me with the paintings alone more bute. There, in an armchair, digging long nails into the armrests, the decomposed grandfather in a smoldering suit sits, he grinks with his rotten lips, and from his naked ribs fall to the floor of corpses. He looks at me in the midst of the eye sockets. He whispers: Hello, granddaughter. I was lying in the ground, listening to the songs of worms, I did not wait for you, now, I came. I seemed to feel the spicy smell of humus. And the chair creaks everything. This is not a chair at all, but death itself on a cart loaded with corpses, she bays me, waiting for me to emit my spirit with a torn heart. Skrip-screech, fall asleep, my boy. Clutching a lump, I then doused myself under a hot blanket, and it was terribly cold myself. My heart was constrained by frost, chill beat on the back, my teeth almost knocked out a tank. Lord, how I wanted the door to open now, the light has caught fire, and my mother told me – Hello, son!
But there was no mother, there was no one, only I, darkness and grandfather in a creaky chair.
Suddenly the noise stopped. The chair sighed heavily for the last time and fell silent. I shook under the blanket, not remembering myself from fear. Is it really over? The silence of the lead dome hung over me, and it was even worse from it. Dumb indifference fell. So the sentenced to execution, who has come to terms with his fate, feels that the ax of the executioner does not dig into his neck, but into the stump next to her. The body went limp, I sat, opening my mouth and staring stupidly in front of me, until I heard a senile shuffling, heading to me from the corner. Steps with sadistic slowness approached the sofa. He goes. A decayed body, creaking with joints, hobbies behind me. Step … wheezing … step. Each rustle surrendered in the skull with a gingerbread.
Finally everything stopped. Silence again. I don’t know how much more I can stand. Time died. I was in the Oka Storm, the walls surrounded me, and nearby stood the one I neglected. Did I dare to count on mercy? I could only squeak with a stranger, unfamiliar voice:
His palms lay on my face. Frost burned the skin, biting into the bone. I felt that I was falling somewhere … or I was flying? It did not matter. I have lost my body sensation. Around the gloom circled, filled with thousands of rustling voices. Each piece of space was executed by suffering. I dissolved in myriads of blind sorrows, not breathing, not feeling or seeing.
I woke up. An unfamiliar ceiling was white. That evening, my parents received a call from my number, where someone was in my voice to be a nonsense, a squeal and a khnych. Recently, I behaved strangely, they said, but preferred not to intervene. I was found without feelings in my room. Everything around was turned upside down.
I was taken out of catatonia for several days. A dispensary in which I was determined is quite decent. Parents often visit me. They cry. I don’t care. I am kept on tranquilizers and take a walk every day. I do not watch TV, I do not read books, you can’t dream of a computer. I don’t know when I can return home. I have no more at home.
All the eternity that I spent in the darkness, I asked him for forgiveness. And, I know, he heard.