The three of us - me, my husband, and our child - lived for 10 years in the apartment where my father's mother (my grandmother) and my father's sister used to live. Dad's mom died in 1987 and dad's sister died in 2001. They all died in this very apartment. And so we did our own repairs and moved to live in this apartment.
Everything was normal for two years, and then one day, just before the new year, we got sick child - coughing at night. And it should be noted that the bed he had bunk beds, ie below was a table with shelves on top of the sleeping place itself, where you had to climb on a ladder.
We went to bed, turned off the TV, but we couldn't fall asleep, my son started coughing louder and louder. Suddenly he heard in response the banging in the wall, which was between the room and the closet. Quiet, unobtrusive. Well, we thought it was us disturbing the neighbors' sleep. But these nocturnal knocks began to go on every night now, as soon as we went to bed and turned off the lights. We go to bed at 22:00 - will knock on the wall at this time, go to bed at 00:00 - will start at this time. As if someone was watching, whether we went to bed or not.
The force of the knocks on the wall was also gaining momentum. If at first it was quiet, then after 3 days it was clear loud knocks, as if someone had a fist or hammer at full swing. There were also sounds like someone slapping their hand on the wallpaper - the most unpleasant sound. There was also a sound as if someone was hammering at the wall with a sledgehammer. It was impossible to sleep. One day, when we couldn't stand it, we called the police. The guys who arrived went around all the neighbors from the sides, from below and from above - all the same knocking could be heard, but no one was doing repairs ... After the police left, someone unseen knocked on the wall harder and more sophisticated - as if he was kidding ... We went to see our parents for New Year's Eve - no knocking that night (as the neighbors said later) - came back in the morning, went to bed at 4, just turned everything off - a few knocks on the wall over the bed of the child. After that, 3-4 knocks repeated every night with varying intensity, we ourselves went around all the neighbors again - yes, all heard everything, but, as it turned out, the loudest knocks are in our apartment.
And on the night of January 5 to 6 the worst night happened. Knocks from the wall began at 00.00, they became louder and louder, the casings on the door adjacent to the wall jumped, the bed on which the child was lying was jumping and shaking, plaster was falling from the ceiling, then books began to fall from the shelves on the bed, the bed shook heavily, from the wall as if someone hit it with a fist or a hammer. All this was happening in front of me, my husband, the baby, and almost all the neighbors, who were awake because of the terrible banging, came to our apartment to see it all with their own eyes. One of the neighbors tapped the rhythm of the tune on the wall - a second later, the previously chaotic sound from the wall repeated the tune exactly. Someone tapped another tune, and that tune was repeated. It became really creepy. We could not find an explanation for what was happening. We said a prayer just in case, and sprinkled holy water on the bed, to no avail. And the cat, too, was in our apartment at this time - he did not react in any way.
The bed, along with the table and the wall and the ceiling, were going crazy until 4:00 a.m. We were awake, nervously on duty in the kitchen. Then everything went quiet, the neighbors dispersed.
For two nights there were no knocks. And two days later, my dad died in the night. And we immediately remembered that where the baby's bed was, there used to be a bed where Daddy's mom had died. And there was an old portrait of her hanging on the wall. It was right where the knocks were coming from. We later found the portrait in the closet next to the room.
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