What was going on was narrated by a young man. Let me begin my story.
He lives with his grandmother in an apartment in an old brick six-story building. She goes away a lot, and when she does, something strange happens. Neighbors, by the way, not sugar, the constant scandals, shouting, crying children. The apartment itself has a history, the young man's great-grandmother died in it. I probably wouldn't have known all the incidents going on there if I hadn't spent the night there. It was impossible to sleep, just like the guy said, the sleep here was awful, intermittent, and I often woke up. All night long it was like someone was walking around the house, the floor was creaking, something was banging. As the boy said, it was my great-grandmother walking around at night. He said she was very nasty when she was alive.
Told me about a case, being in an apartment with a friend, it was getting close to bedtime, they heard a terrible rattle of glass in the other room. They did not dare to open the door of the room and go out to look, in the morning they decided to look and found an old porcelain figure of a horse on the floor, but what is the dilemma, this figure was standing on the table and never fell down, he even noticed that the distance to the edge was about 20 centimeters.
After the story I told, I went in a flurry to look around that place, I regret that I picked up a couple of figures, the next day my finger was inflamed, I do not know if it was a coincidence or not, but it puzzled me a little.
There was also an occasion when he was sitting in the kitchen with his grandmother and at breakfast they both watched the picture of the bathroom door slowly open. There was no ventilation, and the windows in the house were closed - it was winter. And besides, the hinges on the doors are not old, and to open during the day is an isolated incident, but at night it happens quite often. They closed the door and continued eating as if nothing had happened, they said it was business as usual.
I finally got the impression that the master of the house, be it the spirit of great-grandmother or the house ghost, was clearly not pleased with the presence of strangers. When, after my overnight stay there, filled with indiscriminate rustling and creaking, the objects began to live their own lives again for a moment. The thing is, the next night, without me, the guy slept in the apartment alone. He likes to supplement the interior of the room with something unusual, be it posters, garlands, but this time he decided to construct a kind of mannequin, suspended by the neck on a loop. It looks like a hanging corpse. Basically, the construction is a mask with black empty eyes, inverted crosses, and a hooded sweatshirt, and somehow he hung the whole thing behind his "head" with a belt. It was all held very tightly, even if you pulled on the sweatshirt, nothing would come off. I forgot to mention that he hung this work of art on the curtain. And so, the next night it poured down rain until morning, the guy had the windows shut tight, there were no drafts, it was quiet and peaceful. He could not sleep as usual and, tossing and turning, did not notice how he began to have a panic attack, he had the feeling that he was about to die, fear squeezed his throat.
In the morning he remembered how at night he unconsciously removed the inner deadbolt from the front door and locked himself in. He was afraid if he died, the door would have to be broken open with a picklock. So he fell asleep with helplessness, thinking that this was his last day, as if he had not slept a wink since birth. In the morning he woke up as if nothing had happened, and looked, but the mannequin was not on the curtain. He sat down on the sofa and looked at it, and it was lying on the floor.
After everything I've seen and learned, I want to help this house. I also want to mention that the young man is depressed, wanted to commit suicide many times, always lived in a terrible environment. For example, at his old place of residence, during the construction of a private home, dug up, apparently, a couple of human bones, which is not surprising, because in the same vegetable garden dug up an old Soviet children's bicycle. His stepfather there began to drink and get into disorderly conduct, they divorced his mother, unable to endure the constant drunken ramblings, the boy moved to his grandmother's house. In that private house, according to his stories, the paranormal also reigned. It was as if the walls came to life, then someone's gaze was felt, something was clearly present.
The young man does not believe in mysticism, but he told me everything he had seen. He speaks incomprehensible, but if it does not bother me to live, then I do not care.
Can you advise what to do, whether it is necessary to try to correct the situation with the apartment or there is a birth curse? I do not know anything about magic, but it seems that something pushes me to study esotericism. Lately I've been having a lot of lucid dreams, I see a lot of signs in my life, my intuition has intensified, I feel like I'm being filled with power from space. It first started six months ago and stopped. Then it woke up again three months ago, before that I was depressed for 5 years, tried to commit suicide.
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