I was 19 years old (I'm 36 now), my mother and brother went to my grandfather's house in the country, and I stayed with my father to "take care of the household. Four-room apartment, summer, freedom. Dad must have been taking a break from Mom's discipline, as I was. Even the girl lived for a week, pleasing Daddy and me with a borscht that was new to us, which reminded me of school and Daddy of bursa. But I remember this summer in a very different way...
Behind the wall of my room was empty apartment, it belongs to a sailor, who either rented it or not, and now the last year no one lived there at all (I'm writing, and I suddenly realize that another tenants moved out a month ago and "hut" is empty again). And the most important detail: the loggia, which overlooks my room has a tiny hole connecting the closet to the room neighbor, and hammered this hole was just a piece of carpeting. So there is essentially an open isthmus in the wall with the neighbor. Why this happened, I did not even wonder, the closet is full of junk, the door is also blocked, and in general, no one looks into it.
And then one day I woke up to a rumbling noise on the loggia. I got up on my bed, not having time to put on my glasses, and I am nearsighted, and the sky was still pale blue, i.e. it was 5 am. These two factors made it impossible to see anything at all, but the essence did not change: two upright figures hurried frantically to the storeroom, overturning canisters and all kinds of balcony junk on their way. I could only see the outline of them; they were some kind of gnomes, about 40 centimeters tall. To be honest, that was all I remembered, because my wings grew out of horror and in a second I was already waking up my father, and some instinct was pulling me, already a bearded young man, under the covers to my father...
In general, I refused to sleep in this room at first, and then the girl found a prayer book and a cross from Jerusalem, even found prayers against unclean spirits. That was the first time I prayed from the prayer book, even though I now know very well that it was more of an act of magic, since I did not believe in God at the time. But I calmed down, and even to this day, for some reason, I am sure that the unclean spirit will not come to me again. Although, of course, as God would have it. That's the story, thank you for reading!
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