My aunt told me this story. She lived with her daughter in a two-room apartment. It happened in the early 2000s, in the winter, there was a holiday to celebrate. My daughter was 15 years old at the time. It was late at night, the guests left, and they were cleaning the table. All of a sudden, they heard a window in the kitchen (floor 4 or 5), the wind blew hard, and steps... pop, pop... they were stomping into the room right up to the table, where the party was... They heard some things, but could not see anyone! I don't remember exactly why, but she blurted it out:
- Sit down with us, have a drink!
And poured vodka into a shot glass. Then the table started to shake and the dishes started to fall to the floor! My daughter screams! It's scary! She remembered there was holy water at home, grabbed the bottle, and began to pour it over all the corners and read a prayer... And a wind blew and blew something out of the kitchen window. Everything calmed down.
This story is from my aunt's words, and now my memories from the same apartment. I was about six or seven years old at the time.
I still remember how scared I was there! My parents and I had two sleepovers there. The first time they put me to sleep in the bedroom, while they were walking around as adults. The bed I slept on was made of iron, from Soviet times. And then I feel that it wobbles. It was like a cradle being rocked. And with each time it got stronger, even the legs of the bed began to knock! I was very scared, I was lying there calling my mother but they couldn't hear me, I plucked up courage, quickly jumped out of bed and ran from the room! I called my mom and dad and told them everything, but, of course, no one believed me, but they looked under the bed and said no one was there. They put me down and left. The bed wobbled again, but it was softer, it lulled me and I fell asleep.
Another time, when we slept there, I slept on the same bed with my parents. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I was lying under the wall, and suddenly I felt someone hugging me. I thought it was my mom or dad. I stroked my hand, and it was so hairy. I stood up and looked - the room was half-dark, and I could see something dark on the blanket, and that was it. I took my hand and led it towards my parents, and I realized that it was long, and it was already hugging my mom and dad! I led it to my side, and this hairy arm, as if from a gap between the bed and the wall came out. I was frightened, so I covered my head and fell asleep. In the morning I personally looked under the bed, there was no one there. My aunt soon sold the apartment.
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