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Владимир Акиньшин   Первое января, 1969

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A few of my object headed characters~ whenever I run out of ideas I just pick a random object and proceed to force humanity upon it.

My art book is up for preorder~

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COWBOY BEBOP カウボーイビバップ (1998) Session #3 Honky Tonk Women

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Kanto Pokemon Battles by LeapHere

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COWBOY BEBOP カウボーイビバップ (1998) Session #4 Gateway Shuffle

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Steps

When I was a child, my parents sometimes took me to my aunt and uncle for the weekend. Most of the time I played with my two cousins. We were about the same age. They lived on a small farm. We ran around the farm and did whatever we wanted. Sometimes we ran away to a neighboring farm. It has been abandoned for ten years, no less. Abandoned buildings and other structures just begged to be explored.

It certainly was heaven for three boys looking for adventure, especially after my cousins ​​told me the story of how the farm was abandoned. The story was pretty classic - the owner of the farm went crazy and hacked his whole family with an ax, hanged himself, and every night, his evil spirit roams the night in search of new victims. Great horror movie.

Even at that age, I understood that this was most likely a fictional story based on speculation and rumors. But the story was so good, on its own, that I bought it.

One afternoon, we decided to play hide and seek. When it was my turn to hide, I ran across the dilapidated barn with a small living area upstairs, and climbed the ladder in search of a good spot. The furniture was still there, moldy and half rotten, and things were strewn across the floor. I made my way through unwashed dishes, tattered clothes, and stacks of books to a small bedroom with a closet.

Jackpot.

There were even long black dresses hanging in the closet, among which I could hide. I climbed inside and was able to close the folding cabinet doors. The only source of light for me was a streak of light penetrating the gap from the door from the window. I squatted down and waited.

A little time passed, no one found me. I waited a little longer, wondering if I should leave my hiding place already. I was bored. My head dropped.

I woke up abruptly.

There was absolute darkness all around. Waking up, I did not immediately remember where I was and what I was doing here. It slowly dawned on me that it was already night and that I had stayed in an abandoned house. Fear seized me. I tried to get up, but my stiff legs buckled and I fell. I stretched out my legs, waiting to feel them, when suddenly I heard the sound of the door below being closed, and instantly froze.

Could it be one of my cousins?

At first it was quiet, then I heard footsteps on the stairs. But not just steps. They could not belong to a child, they were heavy, slow steps of an adult.

Step... Step... Step... Step... Step

I held my breath, praying for the footsteps to stop. But they were getting closer. The sound of footsteps reached the top of the stairs.

Step... Step... Step... Step... Step

A minute later, the footsteps resumed again, this time with a repeated creaking sound, as if something was being dragged across the floor.

Creak... Step... Step... Step... Creak... Step... Step...

Footsteps wandered aimlessly across the floor, moving from room to room. I thought I smelled a putrid odor. The constant scratching sound sent chills through my body. My worst fears were realized when the footsteps reached the bedroom door.

Creak… Step… Step… Creak… Creak… Step… Step…

They got closer and closer until they finally stopped right in front of the closet door. I couldn't see who it was. After an agonizing pause, they continued, went to the other side of the room and disappeared through the door. Then I heard their receding sound in the hallway.

Creak... Step... Step... Creak... Step... Step...

I waited for what seemed like an eternity. There were no more sounds, and I plucked up the courage to open the door and go outside. And then, three things happened at the same time: I was overwhelmed by an overpowering smell that I can only describe as the smell of an animal hit on the road. Behind me, in the closet, I heard heavy, hoarse breathing, and I felt hot breath on the back of my head.

I started to run away from this nightmarish place, trying from memory to get out of the house in the moonlight. All this time, while I was running, I felt the pursuit, which was approaching me at a terrifying speed.

Step... Step... Creak... STEP STEP CRACK...

It was a frantic, clumsy escape as I fell, stumbled, and hit various objects, making my way almost blind. I didn't dare look back, at least not until I ran out the front door of the barn and out. Then I turned around and saw...

Absolutely nothing.

There were no more footsteps. Nobody was chasing me. But this did not stop me, and I continued to run until I reached the house of my aunt and uncle. There was a police car there. My parents were there too and they were terribly worried. Everyone jumped on me asking where I was.

Apparently, when my brothers did not find me, they returned home and told their parents everything. In the end, they called the police, and they were already going to search all the buildings on the farm.

A few years later, one of my cousins ​​told me what really happened that evening. He and his brother searched for me for several hours. But they did not dare to tell anyone that it then seemed to them that they saw me in the window of one of the buildings. This was the bedroom where I hid. As they got closer, they saw that it wasn't me.

A boy was standing at the window, smiling at them and waving to them to come inside.

That's when they ran home.

And I slept in the closet all this time.

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Apple Power Mac G3 with ‘Blueberry’ Studio Display ❤️ (1999)

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Black Elvis/Lost in Space - Kool Keith (1999)

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Ghost in the Shell 1.5: Human-Error Processor (2006)

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PUPARIA 2020, dir. Shingo Tamagawa

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Life is a game. So fight for survival…and find out if you’re worth it.

バトル・ロワイアル | BATTLE ROYALE 2000, dir. Kinji Fukasaku

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Mist girl

My friends and I lived in a village where there were many different rumors. And so my friend Kolya and I decided to check one rumor. Everyone said that there was an abandoned orphanage on the outskirts. There was a cemetery next to it. In this orphanage, a maniac killed a little girl and during the murder there was a fog, before her death, this girl suffered greatly, bleeding. After that, the maniac was caught, but over time, children began to disappear. The teachers noticed that when the fog begins, screams, screams and some incomprehensible sounds are issued. Kolya and I decided to check it out and go there. When we got there, we didn't notice anything unusual. The doors were clogged windows too. Here we found a crack in the door through which we could crawl. As we got inside, we noticed that everything was scattered. And then I remembered what Grandma said when the fog usually starts at 00:00. And the time was 11:30. So that time would pass quickly, we decided to look around, but we did not separate because we were both afraid. When we went into the children's room, we noticed incomprehensible words on the wall and they were written in blood. We decided to return back to the place from where we started. But suddenly we noticed that through the gap through which we got here the fog was dragging. At first we didn't understand anything and both stood in a stupor. Then I looked at my watch and noticed that the time was already 00:00 and at the same moment I poked Kolya and showed him the watch. When I raised my eyes and looked into Kolya's eyes, I saw fear in them. At first I wasn't too scared and just blamed the coincidence and tried to convince Kolya of this. Then we both calmed down and even laughed. But suddenly we both heard a creak. Then we both became quiet and looked around. While we were looking around, we didn't notice that the fog was almost at our feet. Gradually we began to move back. Suddenly Kolya stumbled and dislocated his leg. Of course I had to help him. While I was trying to pick it up, I heard a squeal and then my heart stopped. Kolya forgot about his leg out of fear and got up himself. We began to move quickly in the room. The room was small. We locked the door. To prevent the fog from getting through the cracks, Kolya and I took off our T-shirts and began to cover them. After that it was quiet for about 1 minute. I looked at my watch and saw that the time was 00:45. We agreed to wait out the time here. Another 20 minutes passed. And suddenly someone started scratching with his claws. We both froze. Then we heard strange sounds every second, it was getting scarier and scarier. After 10 minutes everything stopped immediately, I looked at Kolya and suddenly saw that he was looking out the window without blinking and his eyes were filled with fear. I started slowly turning my head towards the window. I saw the face and immediately realized that it was that girl. Her face was all cut up. Suddenly, Kolya knocked down the door and rushed to run, and I ran after him shouting where are you going. He didn't respond. Then I found him in the hall, sitting at the corner. I walked over and he raised his head and started looking at me. I was very scared when I saw his scarred face. He didn't make a sound. Suddenly I turned around and saw that the girl was walking slowly in our direction and the fog was following her. Then I glanced at Kolya and then he said, go away and tell everyone that it's true. Of course I said no, we'll both leave. But he abruptly got up and ran straight to her. Suddenly he disappeared and so did that girl. I immediately rushed to the exit and ran home. In the morning I went there. I went into that hall and saw that there was blood on the wall, and I went into the room where it led and saw Kolya there. But he was all dismembered. Everything was in different corners. And his eyes were open. I noticed that the same symbols were carved on the face as on the wall. After that I didn't go there anymore.

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Suicide Station

I live in Tokyo, and to get to work, I go down to the subway every morning. My station is called Shin-Koiwa on the Chuo Line. It is known as a place where people commit suicide. For this, it was nicknamed the "Suicide Station". Over the years, countless unfortunate people have committed suicide here by jumping under a train.

This led to the fact that mirrors were installed at the station. It is believed that if a person sees his reflection before jumping, he will change his mind. I have no idea if this really works.

But just last week there was another suicide here. I was at the station when it happened. I saw everything.

It was morning and I was waiting for my train. There were several other people on the platform with me. I heard a voice from the loudspeaker that the train was approaching.

And then I noticed a woman standing right in front of me. She was an ordinary woman, about 26-27 years old, but for some reason I started to get nervous watching her.

She was acting very strange. With the train approaching, she took a step forward and began to balance on the edge of the platform. Something was clearly wrong. She turned around and looked at me. I read the genuine horror in her eyes.

Suddenly I realized what she was going to do, but I couldn't stop her. I froze in place with horror. I just watched helplessly as she threw herself under the train.

Brakes screeched as the driver tried to stop the train. Other people on the platform screamed. Through the screeching of brakes and screams, I heard a thud.

A terrifying sight appeared before me. I won't forget it for the rest of my life. Blood and scraps of flesh were everywhere. I thought I was going to throw up. The other passengers ran off the platform, and I ran with them.

The whole line was blocked. While waiting for the bus on the street, I couldn't stop thinking about that unfortunate woman. That scene replayed over and over in my head, but something was wrong. Finally, it dawned on me.

Shadow.

That's what I was afraid of. I noticed it just before the woman jumped. The station is well lit, and there are a lot of shadows there. Columns and kiosks all cast shadows, to the right or to the left.

But the woman's shadow was different. Her shadow fell forward, stretching from her feet to the edge of the platform, as if the light source was behind her.

There was definitely something wrong with that. An uneasy feeling settled in me and did not go away. I need to get to the truth.

Arriving at work, I immediately logged on to the Internet and started searching for information about the station. There have been about 20 suicides there in the last year. Of those who committed suicide, there were several businessmen, several housewives, old people, and even a few children.

Then I finally found what I was looking for. It was a photograph taken just a second before a man jumped in front of a train. I enlarged it and got a good look at it.

One of his legs was in the air, and he was looking back. I recognized the same look of horror that I had read on the woman's face.

There was a black shadow that looked like a hand. She reached out from under the platform and grabbed the man by the ankle.

Suddenly everything became clear to me.

When I saw the woman on the subway this morning, she didn't jump... she was pulled down by a black shadow right before the train arrived.

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When you really want to be a rapper...

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The one who lived with me

All my life I have been a favorite of my parents, they just adored me and did absolutely everything I want, took care of me as best they could.Well, what about it? If I was the only child in the family.At the moment I am 24 years old, my name is Svetlana, I think that's enough.As always, my morning started with coffee and with not comfortable but chic stiletto heels, limping I ran to my Porsche (the Porsche car that my daddy gave me on March 8).I went half sleepy to work, but my shoes didn't provide terrible comfort.. and because of this, I was nervous, and I didn't feel terribly smart. Weeks usually passed, but the last time, returning to the car, I noticed a piece of jet-black hair on my seat, they were dirty and smelled terrible..it's clearly not my hair, I'm a blonde! That's how it all started.......

While I was drinking hot coffee in the bath in the morning, the water turned on, I'll say right away I was scared. I don't watch horror stories and I don't read horror movies, but the sudden pressure of water for no reason is really scary, especially when you're home alone and it's still dark outside. I turned off the water and went back to finish the drink (if there was no blood and black mass in the water). After 5 minutes, everything happened again. A sharp water pressure, so much so that the tile quickly got wet from splashing drops.Jokes are jokes, but who will entertain me like this at half past four? Naturally, I immediately called my father..he promised that he would come from 7 to 8 in the morning and look at the boner.Daddy quickly calmed me down, let everything down on the wrong plumbing, but I clearly heard a note of fright in his voice.

The day went well, Dad repaired the pipes, disassembled and assembled the crane, everything is fine! You can go home and take an aroma bath.Relaxation after all this will not hurt me.After taking a bath, I lay down in a fluffy foam like a blanket and enjoyed the warmth and comfort, everything was going well, turquoise-white water flowed into the bowl of the bath, massagers from the jacuzzi bubbled under me, the gentle smell of orange oil dissolved with steam.Mmmmm..what a pleasure to lie down after a hard day in such a bath. Everything would have been fine if not for the breakdown of the water in the bath. I was scared, all the relaxation was gone, the fear came back. Gray, muddy water and hair flowed from the tap!! Damn black hair! They were dirty as if in oil, circles of dirt were moving away from them. I almost threw up, the top layer of water was in my fucking hair!!!! I ran out of the tub naked and slipped on the tile.. what happened next would be better if I didn't remember.

Everything swam before my eyes, I heard someone's footsteps and they were walking towards me, the smell of a corpse was heard nearby (if anyone knows how a decomposing body smells, he will understand) It made me vomit, but I couldn't move. And so...somebody..stop by me! In front of me! I heard the cold, I heard someone's hair falling on my feet, as if a cat was shedding right on me.It was not pleasant and I ached and thought it was just the shock of the blow.But what happened next... A girl of 17-20 years old bent over me. She had smeared hair, white-torn skin, huge bags under dark and numb eyes, dry old lips and teeth smeared with something (as if activated charcoal dissolved in her mouth and then was smeared on her teeth). I held my breath, for the first few minutes I thought it was all nonsense, it was all the consequences of the blow, but as soon as I felt that she was breathing over my face, everything was gone...this smell of a corpse is right in front of your nose..right above me. A drop of saliva fell on my nose and I couldn't hold it back anymore.. Everything went out..the lights went out.

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Light!! Svetochka, my daughter, my daughter.... Dimly, I saw how the doctors took away the tearful mother and father. I heard fragments of something and something not. Am I dead???Oh, no, something was injected into a vein, I zasyypaaaaaa ......

When I woke up, I saw my mother rubbing her fists at her mouth, tears were streaming down her cheeks, my father was rubbing his glasses and looking at the floor.

- Maaam..Dad... Where am I?I asked hoarsely.

-Svetochka, my daughter, my beloved daughter, my good one, you've woken up, you're alive, my girl. My mother cried and cried hugging me, my father also shed tears.

- What happened, I don't remember everything well?!

-Dad, your dad felt something wrong, after he fixed your pipes, his palms itched a lot, he walked from side to side there was no place on him, and I decided to check on you anyway.When we entered the apartment, all the worst predictions came true, you were lying on the tile bleeding.- Thank God you're alive, my girl is alive! mom kept hugging me.I still told them what I saw, I will never forget the face of my father and mother, my mother, white as chalk, told me that... Once before me they had a daughter Radka.She was 15 years old when she died. She died in the bathtub, drowned in the water..at the funeral, her hair fell out, we did not believe in it, we did not believe that Radka passed away so young, well, we decided that we would have another baby, and that's you.. Why did Radka come to you?- asked the mother and began to cry loudly again.- Don't take her away from us, don't take her away.- said the mother looking at the ceiling and continued to cry. Since then, I often see her in the bath..what does she want from me? I do not know, but he definitely does not wish me the best, now something is scratching on the wall in the bathtub, I know that Radka has come again. I only regret that my parents didn't tell me everything earlier. And I didn't even suspect that.. there is one who lived with me...

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Swing

Good time of day. I want to tell a story that happened to me . But before that , I must tell you that I have never had any mental disorders before , and even more so attacks of schizophrenia . Then I was about twenty - five years old , I probably don 't remember anymore . In general , I rented an apartment , a simple one in a six - story building . Everything was there , and the price is also nothing . There was still a playground in the yard . Children 's room , with a slide , sandbox , swing . I slowly climb the stairs with the box in my hands to the entrance to the six - story building . In the box is the actual junk needed for the arrangement of a new apartment . I climb the stairs and look at the landing . There are children running and playing . I smiled and continued to climb further , there were two steps left . And suddenly I heard a child 's cry . I turned around . What I saw shocked me . There was a child standing on the playground near the swing , he was crying loudly .. No , I didn 't cry .. He was roaring . He roared as if he had seen the most terrible thing in his life . His mother was standing next to him , who tried in every possible way to calm him down and find out what happened . But the child just continued to roar all over the street and point his finger at the motionless , empty swing . As a result , the mother and son left , and I still stood in a stupor and could not move . After five minutes of immobility, I finally got up and was already in my entrance. But the thoughts were filled with one thing . What could be there that could frighten a child so much?.. The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my thoughts . A girl came out of apartment one hundred and five . She looked at me and asked :

- are you renting an apartment ?

- yes - I answered uncertainly

- come in - the girl opened the door , I went in .

After that, I had to sign various papers, documents, etc. Finally, I was left alone in my apartment. Having laid out all my junk , I looked out the window . It 's getting late . My stomach is empty as well as in the refrigerator . I decided to go to the grocery store nearby . I went down , closed the front door to the building and walked down the road . It was already dark enough , the street lights were lit . I was walking around the playground . It was empty , there were no children . It 's not surprising it 's already nine o 'clock in the evening . I 'm walking down the road . Suddenly, something flashed on the playground near the swing, a shadow or a person . I didn 't consider it to the end and threw everything on passers - by and went on . But after that, someone's gaze was boring into my back. The dead gaze stared straight at my back . Fear hung in my mind . It seemed to me that the creature that was making that terrifying look could pounce on me at any moment . Overcoming my fear , I turned my head with difficulty . I still regret this decision . I say again that I am mentally healthy . There are no and there were no inclinations . There was a girl sitting on the swing , or rather a creature similar to a girl . She looked about six years old . On the thin , mutilated body hung tattered shreds from a child 's dress . It was swinging on a swing with its head bowed , dirty hair covering its entire face . Holding my breath , a feeling of terrible fear hit me , I stood motionless . Fear chained me . The moon came out of the clouds and lit up the playground . This creature was looking at me with its empty eyes , from which a rotten substance was pouring out . Holding the decomposing " hands " for a thin chain of swings , the creature got up from them . I was pierced by an animal fear that this creature would kill me now , but despite this I still could not move . It was as if this girl had riveted me with her vile gaze , to the depths of my soul . It began to move , slowly rearranging its gnarled , dragging legs . This creature was coming closer and closer to me . My consciousness has long since left me . I stood there and realized that this was it . This is the end . The creature jumped at me with a wild cry , pulling out its overgrown claws . A wild stench hit me in the nose . This stench of rotten flesh , no other way .I thought it was the end of my whole life . But at the last moment , the face , if you can call it that , lit up with a bright light a centimeter from my face . That 's the last thing I remember . I woke up in the hospital . I was told that I was hit by a car . The driver didn 't see me in the dark . At the place of impact , only my body was found on the asphalt . Although the owner of the car insisted that before the impact he saw a girl jumping on me . After checking out , I walked away from all this for a long time . Three years have passed , sometimes this girl comes and swings on her favorite swing . No one sees her , for the rest it 's an empty old swing swinging from the wind . But not for me , every time I see her . And how she swings quietly on her lonely swing ...

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Shepherd 's fate

I heard this story from my father. I want to warn you right away that my father is a serious man and is not capable of fairy tales, and for the time being he was a man who believed only in Darwin's theory and did not recognize anything except scientific facts and evidence. But after this incident, according to him, he became very wary of things related to the otherworldly world, and became a believer, having previously been an atheist. And it all started from his youth.

Then Dad hadn't married yet, he served in the army, studied and now he came to his native village for a vacation. And this village is quite large, far from a couple of houses. The territory - gardens, vegetable gardens, streets, sheds, in some places there was a stable, cowsheds and other houses for livestock. There was also a church of its own near the hill, and a cemetery next to the hill. At first glance, the area is too big for a village, it was even possible to call it a village by modern standards, but earlier the area was persistently called a village, maybe now something has been changed. Dad studied well, tried to thank his parents, because studying somewhere in the city for an ordinary villager is a lot of money and a lot of luck. Parents worked hard at work, not a penny to themselves, everything to their son, to the city, so the child grew up grateful, with almost complete education and came home on leave.

There, in fact, joy, feasts, all old friends gathered at the same table - they began to ask each other what and how is happening, life in the city, whether they like to study. My father has already told everything about himself, he hasn't lied anywhere, he says life is hard, but it would be even harder if it weren't for my parents. He looks around the table and sees that one of his comrades is sitting all pale, haggard, has lost weight, and before he was probably the biggest guy in the village. He was still a hard worker, he had a good "jar" on his hands, it seemed that the bull would rest under his armpit and not even oiknet. And now I've aged about ten years in advance - I don't know. The father, while everyone was chatting, sat down with him, but let's ask, what, they say, are you sitting like a poor relative when smiles are playing on everyone's faces, and emotions are going off the scale beyond the measuring line?

The friend smiled wearily, at first he denied that everything was fine, he was tired at work, but his father knew his friend like all his twenty fingers plus a nail on each, so he immediately realized that the friend was hiding something and stubbornly did not want to talk about it. The guy was breaking down, breaking down, and then he started rattling like that, as if all this information had been sitting in him for a good amount of time, and there was no person to whom he could entrust all this information.

- I know you won't believe me, you'll say that you're overworked and you'll make it even worse. I'm barely holding on as it is, making ends meet," the father just waved off and looked reproachfully at his friend's tired face.

- I won't laugh, who is laughing at the trouble? You spit it out, otherwise I see that something is torturing you, eating you right from the inside. Tell me, it will become easier. Anyway, now everyone is washing my bones, so no one will hear you, even if they really want to.

Indeed, there was a hubbub, laughter, an old tape recorder was talking somewhere, peacefully spinning some pop music, so the friend looked around cautiously and, pulling himself together, said quietly, so much so that his father had to bend his ear lower to hear the words.

"That thing comes in at three sharp. Never makes mistakes and circles around the house.

The father did not understand and looked around the smiling relatives with bewilderment, frowning. He immediately thought that a friend got involved in some bad story, and some local sweatpants and money extortionists go to him, and when he voiced this version, the friend got angry and, casting an angry glance in the direction of the raging grandfather, barked.

- You listen to the rest first! My father nodded understandingly and slumped back in his chair.

- It started about three months ago - I was working as a shepherd then. There was not enough grass, so we had to take the sheep to the hill where the cemetery is. I lay down in the shadow of some monument and dozed off. When I woke up, I was alarmed - there were no sheep - and immediately rushed to look for them. Poked here and there - there are no ungulates, as if they took together, but jumped off a cliff. I decided to go to the owners and lay out everything on garlic, so that they would not say that I hid from them that I had missed the sheep. I came to the house, knocked, the hostess opens the door and asks: "Forgot what?" I didn't understand at first, I said that I had just arrived and the hostess didn't have time to open her mouth, as I told her about the sheep. The woman just laughed and pointed to the barn and said that I came half an hour ago and brought the sheep. She slapped me on the shoulder and left, closing the door in my face. To be honest, I almost sat down on a nickel when I heard that I myself was here thirty minutes ago. When I approached the barn, I saw that the sheep were really all in place - unharmed. I went to the cemetery, because by mistake I left a T-shirt there. I approach and see that this is not a monument, but a grave, only without a fence, and the monument is overgrown all over and it seems as if it is an architectural pedestal, not a tombstone. And sleeping on a grave is a sin. I didn't click trouble, thinking about it, forcing it, and went home," the friend exhaled.

The father, knowing that it is not necessary to be afraid of the dead, but the living are just the same, wanted to smile and say that he would not think about these nonsense once again, but, contemplating the maniacal seriousness on his friend's face, he did not say anything, but the comrade continued.

- I came home, I lit the stove, I made some food, but I'm sitting, drinking tea - the time has passed midnight long ago. I was just about to leave when there was a knock on the door. I stopped, I think, who decided to go to visit so late, but my legs seem to have grown to the floor and I'm standing, not moving. My feet don't want to lead me to the door, but my feelings seem to have sharpened - I stand like a dog listening. There was another knock on the door and immediately all the candles went out, and some kind of chilly breeze blew over me. I don't move and keep listening. I stood there for a minute, and then I heard someone grumbling outside the door, marking time, and tapping gently, lightly, as if with his knuckles. I just stood there, listening. I don't know how much time has passed, but about three hours, as the dawn began to flare up. All sounds stopped. And I just stood there, and only when the roosters crowed could I move from my place - my father listened attentively, never interrupted a friend, only occasionally sipped from a glass. The comrade looked at his father with probing curiosity, saying whether he would laugh or not, but his father, like a true friend, kept patient silence. "And so it has been every day since then," the comrade suddenly finished and, dropping his head on his chin, shuddered either from a sob or from a convulsive sigh. - I can't sleep, but I rarely find time. And I have nowhere else to go, and what kind of fool would run from his own house?

My father got up and, looking at his wristwatch, found that the big hand was already moving by three o'clock in the morning. Putting a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, the father got up and, winking, said.

- Let me intercede for you today? I'll check at the same time, maybe this "creature" will be afraid of me? - the friend did not deny it. Apparently, he was so sick of experiencing this strange visitor every time on his own skin that he did not stop his father. Or maybe he wanted to check if he was crazy and if this stranger was a figment of his imagination.

Taking the keys to the house, the father headed down the familiar streets. The moon was shining on the road, it was easy to walk, you didn't even need to turn on the flashlight, so my father got safely to his friend's house. When he entered the house, the first thing he found was that the house was in a mess. The bed is not made, the dishes are on the table, and things are scattered in disarray in the corners. Apparently, fatigue so overwhelmed the comrade that he could not do anything in the morning, except to lie down for a couple of hours and then go to work. After making himself some tea, the father lit a candle to let on the mystery, put it on the table and began to wait, peacefully sipping tea. The candle had almost burned out, as it was only a stub, and a knock came to my father's ears, and then a slight howling of the wind outside the walls of the house. At first he thought maybe a tree branch hit a barrel on the street, and the sound was so loud or the shutter swung in the wind, but after the knock was repeated, his father became alert. Glancing at his watch, he found that it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the candle immediately went out, as if someone had blown it out. Getting up from his chair, the father moved to the door and stopped opposite, and could not move from his place, exactly as according to the story of a friend. The legs seemed to have become leaden, they could only be moved in the opposite direction, that is, back to the table, so the father did so and almost fell when he heard dissatisfied muttering, heavy snoring and shuffling of legs outside the door. The father, who had never believed in grandmother's stories before, was now shaking like a child from every cautious knock and shuddered when the muttering became angrier, the ends of the "sentences" ended in barks, and the knocks became more insistent.