Lately strange things have been happening in our family.

Lately strange things have been happening in our family. It all started when my mother disliked my husband and his relatives, and if in the city we lived in different apartments and could separate from each other, then in the countryside it became almost impossible in one house. I put up with it for the sake of my youngest son. Passions heated up to the limit, and the level of concentration of negativity reached its climax. And then it began.

 

The night. We went to bed, we slept in the hut, because this was the only place where the stove was heating, no one at home except me, my mother and children, and the door was closed with two locks. There was a strong bang from the second floor, as if something had fallen, and then we heard clear footsteps. Having overcome the fear, we decided to look. On the second floor, the light turned on and then off, and then everything stopped. We didn't dare to go to the second floor, but we didn't sleep all night long, thinking that if it was a man, he would have to come down and come out by himself, then we would see. But no. Silence.

 

In the morning, when it was dawn, we went upstairs, just as we thought - nobody. It was quiet for a couple of nights until the next debriefing, but at night it started again. Someone was banging on the door half the night, the question "Who's there?" - silence. We looked through the window, there was nobody on the porch, and they were knocking in the middle of the night. And then the unexplainable happened.

 

I washed children's clothes in the bath: a hat, overalls, pantyhose, and left them to dry warm in the bath. In the morning I came, the bath had already cooled down, things were still a little wet, I took everything off and took it inside to finish drying (it was snowing outside, they would not dry out). The next day I started dressing the baby for a walk, all things in place, but no hat. I went to the bathhouse and it was hanging on a rope and water was dripping off it, as if someone, before I got there, had dipped it in a basin and hung it up without even wringing it out. The bathhouse was locked, the kids couldn't pamper there, and my mother and I didn't go there either. How could a hat that I had taken off and dried in the hut end up there? One acquaintance suggested that it was our housekeeper going crazy from the concentration of negativity... Maybe so, but it was getting more and more fun to live.

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