I had a case 15 years ago, I was expecting a child then, 6 months, without hysterics and stress, on a proper diet, without alcohol, etc., so sobriety and adequacy in the process are guaranteed. The case was in the small town of Nalchik, in the Kabardino-Balkar Republic. My husband and I decided to live separately from our parents and rented a small house with a mezzanine, two out of three rooms were locked with the owner's stuff, and one large room and the attic, which we did not have time to equip, were kindly rented to us.
The price was pleasantly surprising - half the market rental price at that time, but the owner explained - she lives in another city, the house needs supervision. However, on first inspection of the house, I got an unpleasant sticky feeling that something was wrong. You know, like pregnant women do. It felt like someone was in the house, an energy of destruction and disorder, even though everything was tidy and uncluttered. My mother and I did a general cleaning, hung the textiles, and everything seemed to get better. But as soon as my mom went back to her place, I became unbearably homesick. Again, I wrote it off to pregnancy.
A few days later, the mail came for the hostess, and I put the envelopes on the table in the hallway. That same night, something happened that I can't explain. I slept soundly and sweetly, and had a dream that I gave birth to a red-haired girl, and I woke up from it. I was still surprised, as I already knew that we were expecting a boy, I thought for a few more minutes, twisted around and decided to get up for a drink of water. I opened my eyes, and someone was standing in the hallway... (The bed in the room was just with my feet toward the exit, from where I could see part of the hallway and the front door).
Standing there was a tall man, about 40-50 years old, wearing family shorts (I even remember the drawing!), hairy chest and shoulders. Quite an ordinary man, and holding the very same envelopes. I immediately decided that someone had snuck into the house, but since he was in his underwear, it was by mistake. I see he sensed that I was looking at him and took a step toward the room, that is, he stood up to face me. I could even describe it in detail now, but there's no reason to. I'm afraid to scream, as I mentally correlated his weight class and my husband's - disproportionately, I was afraid for my spouse. I lie there, I do not know what to do, and I begin to push my husband under his side and whisper to him that there is a man in the house. My heart was pounding, I thought for sure I was going to give birth in bed. My spouse, surprisingly, rushed to the light switch and turned on the light...
There was no one there! But the very same envelopes were lying at the entrance to the room, where the man was standing. Wiping away my tears, my husband explained that I had been dreaming and that the envelopes had been blown away by the wind (it was summer, and the window was open). But to this day I am firmly convinced that I was not dreaming; the light from the lantern outside let me see the envelopes exactly, and there was no wind that could have blown only the envelopes away. The next day I moved in with my mother, as the feeling of someone's presence and a strange despair was now stronger.
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