I was going to visit my family for the weekend, and I talked to the landlady on Friday about her house. I wanted to buy it. The house was old, wooden, built ninety years ago by a peasant, built for two families. It was very neat, as they say, "log to log." Inside, despite its age, it smelled of pine, and the logs were pinkish, smooth and even.
The house was unusual. Often at night I could hear, as if cats were suddenly climbing the wall at once, or other different sounds. I went out on the bridge, climbed up the stairs to the ceiling, but there were no cats there, and could not be (the bridge is such a floor between the yard and the living quarters). Cats were not found in those places, they did not survive. My mistress had two, and they did not even move a step away from us. I walk across the bridge into the yard, there is also peace and quiet. And there was a feeling that someone invisible was watching with a smile, or at least in a friendly way.
I liked such games, checking just to make sure, and also to see if I saw anything interesting. I love it when there's something going on in the house at night.
And so we started talking about buying. But the owner immediately warned that the house has already sold to the cottage and took the deposit. I suggested that she cancel the agreement, and the house sold to me. And it is more profitable to her, will not have to hurry to leave. But she agreed to cancel the contract. That was the end of the conversation, and I went to mine after work.
On Monday I came back to the house by 5 a.m. and saw that the front door of the two halves was wide open and the wind was moving them, they were slamming. Scared if anything had happened. I ran inside quickly. I looked - the padlock was open and lying on the floor. The bolt - a kind of cross bar - was also there. I went inside to the landlady, and she was terrified and said:
- Is it you or not? He had just left.
Further, from her words.
"Locked the door with a padlock (barn). Put a cross bar in the hinges and went to sleep. I was asleep, and through my sleep I heard someone very heavy, stomping their feet, coming from the yard across the bridge and heading inside. I woke up, holding my breath, lying there neither alive nor dead, afraid to open my eyes. The door swung open abruptly, and with a terrible hissing, panting, tapping his feet (it seemed as if the floor would break), he came to the headboard. Then he shook the bed violently and angrily. Then, as if to turn around, he just as fearfully went to the exit. At once the front doors rattled open, and I could hear the snow crunching hard under his feet. Then I heard someone running, luckily it was you."
Although I needed to get some sleep before work, sleep was "blown away. We started discussing with the landlady what had happened. She immediately said, shaking her head: "That's it, the housekeeper's gone. Apparently, he did not like the future owner of the house. Apparently, he hoped that I would sell it to you and that's why he lived here for so long. But I gave my word and took a deposit!
When I arrived after work, the aftermath of the housekeeper's departure immediately caught my eye. The house somehow became "old" and "grayed out" all at once. All the mystery of its rooms had disappeared. And even in the yard at night nothing was felt. All the noises and crackles were gone. There was dead silence at night. And after two or three months, I left.
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