When I was a kid, our family moved around a lot (within the city) because my mother, for some reason, would not stay in one place for very long. On top of that, my parents would often take me to my grandparents' or my aunt's and uncle's house, where I would hang out with my cousin (my parents often sent us to the old people on the same days, so that we could relax on the weekends).
But no matter what house I lived in, ever since I can remember, I regularly had to face such a situation: I was sitting in a room, doing something, in front of me or slightly obliquely is an open doorway; and at some moment from behind the doorjamb at just under 2 meters from the floor slowly put out a horn (big enough, similar to a cow, but with pronounced grooves) and after a few seconds quickly hides back. I saw it then laterally, then directly. I do not remember that it frightened me too much, but the creepiness was definitely there. And it happened only in the houses where my parents and I lived, or at my grandparents' house. Once I told my mother and grandmother about it, but they only joked, saying that a gambler must be playing with you, my child. They brushed it off.
And so, when I was 8 years old, my cousin and I (she was 11 at that time) were visiting my grandparents. It was a late, dark evening. A private house. The owners were watching TV in their room, and my sister and I were chatting with the lights on, sitting on the bed in the small bedroom, just facing the open doorway that leads into the dark hallway. And then a familiar picture arises ... I turn my head to my sister with burning eyes, and she looks at me with the same expression and we all stretch out in one voice, "Did you wiiiiiiiii?" And we hid under the blanket. In further discussion, it turned out that she, too, has been seeing that "peeping" horn since early in her life.
The last time I saw it was when I was about 10 or 11 years old. I was home alone and laying on the couch, watching cartoons on TV, eating, loafing. It was about 10 a.m., I didn't have to go to school until the second shift. The entrance to the room was right behind the side of the couch at my feet, so I was "lucky" to get a close-up view of the intrusive act. Oddly enough, this time I wasn't scared. I even wanted to go out to see it, but I was creeped out by the idea that this thing might actually be there, and there was no telling what the consequences of our encounter would be.
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