I rented a manicure room in a beauty salon. My daughter got married and moved in with her husband, and I started living alone again. My work schedule is free, and as often happens: - during the daytime is simple, and in the evening a rush and full house. That is why I often returned from work at about 11 p.m. "Neighbor" for a long time does not walk and stomping in the entrance, but I began to wake up at night, and repeatedly during the night, from incomprehensible noise.
At first it seemed like it was coming from the entryway, then it seemed like it was in the kitchen area. You know, when you wake up to a rumbling noise, you get up, and you listen, and there's silence all around, but you know exactly what rumbling just woke you up. Well, when something clearly and distinctly began to scrape against the wall at my headboard, I decided that a rat had snuck into the apartment. The next morning I inspected all the corners of my very small apartment and found no trace of foreign presence. I chalked it up to the fact that probably rats were messing around in the attic (I have an attic floor).
Then several times I thought I saw something incomprehensible with my side vision. A shapeless, blotchy, pale gray something about the size of a large dog that moved about as if pancake batter had decided to travel around the house. Again I convinced myself that I was having glitches and needed more rest.
I am a creative and restless person and in my free time at work, then knit, then paintings by number, then embroidery hobbies. And at that time I found a Chinese online store diamond embroidery in the form of the icon of Our Lady of Unwading Color, and it exhibited in the absence of customers. And then the next time I came home from work after 10 pm, it was already dark outside, but as bad luck and in the staircase on the floor lightbulb had burned out. I put the key in the keyhole by feel. It was dark in the entrance hall, I opened the door to the same dark apartment and at that moment, right from the door my little footsteps started pounding. It was as if a two-year-old child had run away, practically from the threshold and into the depths of the apartment, and lurked there.
There are no children of that age in our house, only two babies and three schoolchildren. It's really creepy. But I shrug it off. I said, "Who's that running around? Why are we playing around? No answer, of course. But about the icon, I thought about. Quickly, for a couple of days, she laid it, put in a beautiful gilt frame, good thing the picture shop next door. And on my day off I went to my village to see my father-in-law. He blessed me with an icon, and I hung it on the wall in the apartment. Believe me, everything immediately stopped! And night noises and incomprehensible crap I stopped seeing and no one was running around in the dark. Nothing inexplicable has happened for more than a year now.
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