I was horrified: what the hell was that all about?

I had a friend who was a writer.

 

On Friday, June 28, 2002, she called me and offered to meet, because she was going on vacation next week (she worked as an editor in some publishing house). And suddenly I had a very clear premonition that she was going very far away and for a very long time.

If it was not for this feeling, perhaps nothing else would have happened. Because I invited her to visit me on Sunday, June 30.

 

When she came, I was very surprised at this premonition, because it turned out that she was released just for two weeks, from Tuesday, July 2 to the 15th, and they are going very close, only to a cottage in the Moscow suburbs.

Well, we were sitting and discussing literature..We didn't drink anything at all, except for tea (but we ate a lot and tasted a lot).

Usually we left each other at about 10-11 pm (different parts of Moscow, she lived in Pushkin's street, and I lived in Dmitrov), but suddenly her mother called at about fifteen minutes to eight and said that her son Serge was sick. So my friend just ate the rest of the ice cream and ran home.

 

I was expecting a very important letter at the time, and even on weekends I ran to check the mail twice a day, so I said I would go down with her.

I'm standing on the stairs at the mailboxes, she opens the entryway door, turns around and says, "Well bye!"

And suddenly over my left ear some voice very calmly, in a tone as if "the verdict is final and not subject to appeal," clearly says: "This is the last time you'll see her." I jumped up and turned around - no one was there! And she had already closed the door. I shook my head, I think, what the fuck is going on in my head?

 

I went home, looked out the window on purpose, so that the omen did not come true, but she was already visible behind the trees.

I had a smoke, washed the dishes, and went to my room to undress. I took off my jeans, sat in a chair, and looked at the electronic clock on the shelf. It's exactly 8:30.

And then the same voice, also over my left ear, in the same tone says: "Don't forget to tell the investigator."

I was horrified: what the hell was that all about?

I sat at the computer with the purpose of deep reading, in order to forget. And I succeeded.

 

And my friend never came home, and no tracing measures brought nothing.