My dad and mom were still living together at my dad's parents' house

My dad and mom were still living together at my dad's parents' house. My dad was cheating on my mom. Later they got divorced. But my dad's girlfriends weren't embarrassed by my mom. Even her close friend, whom he often walked home from our house in the evenings (all this from my mom's words). I was two or three years old. No more than that. Grandma's adjoining apartment: the far room is a bedroom, from it the exit to the hall and from the hall corridor to the kitchen, and from the apartment. A regular five-story apartment. My crib was in the bedroom just outside the door, against the wall. Even my grandmother told me that when they put me in bed, I would scream and cry, clinging to my grandmother's or my mother's shoulders. I even remember it well myself. As I write now, I see that picture before my eyes. Probably from being frightened a lot. And so. They would put me down and close the door, and I would be alone in the room. And they could not come near me for a long time, even if I cried and cried hysterically.

And that's why I cried. When I was alone, after a couple of minutes, no more, the corners of my blanket would crawl up to my feet. That's how I remember it feeling now. Slowly. I was cradling my legs. And they crawled up and wrapped around my legs. When there was no more room to squeeze, I started yelling and crying hysterically. No one believed me. Even when I told my mom about it as a schoolgirl. And then, in 2009, at work, I told my friend over a cup of tea after work, and she told me something interesting. The friend herself is from a village in the Novosibirsk region. And in her village lived a witch. Her house was bypassed, because she could shout something in the trail, and the person was in trouble. After the death of the witch, a book was found in her house, there were all sorts of spells, curses and other things, and one of them was this: suffocation of a baby, where with the help of spells the witch's hands became the upper corners of the blanket, and the legs became the lower corners of the blanket. She told me this, and the fear of what she told me made me cry, and it scared me. Apparently, I disturbed someone, apparently my dad's girlfriends even went along with it... although even my mom's sister, after a fight with her, told my mom that she put candles in the church for my rest..