Fake Creepy Stories Part 4
“Lech was an ordinary Kupchinsky kid. And exactly the same ordinary Kupchinsky kid was and I. Like all ordinary Kupchinsky boys, Lech and I loved to walk around the area in the evening and drink a couple of cans of tube. We wandered between high -rise buildings for hours and discussed everything in the world. Well, most often, of course, cars and heifers.
And last summer, during one of these walks, we were a little carried away by beer, and the drunk Lech, suddenly suddenly darkened, asked me:
- Dimon, and you believe in otherworldly forces?
I did not expect such a call from him, and almost choked on a tasteless cracker with a taste of red caviar, but God was mercy, and I could answer:
- Like, in leading or something?
- Well, yes, in any unknown cock. Bringing there … Poltergeist, parallel worlds of fucking, demons, well, the like.
- Well, in general, I have been steaming more and more on earthly issues, to be honest … But if you think about it, then, probably, I admit the possibility of an unknown, as you put it, fucking.
- So I admit. Since Olya left me, some garbage is going on in the house. Of course you will think that I’m crazy, but I know that there is someone in the house besides me. No! Do not interrupt! I will tell you … it happens that I sit, for example, watching telly, and suddenly the feeling arises that I am not the only one, that I look at the screen, at Maslyakov there, at KVN … And someone at this time looks at me. Standing behind and watching me, with my every movement. I turn around … And there is no one, of course, but goosebumps run through the body every time.
- Well, you drove it, dude! I had something like this in childhood. But somehow it passed, with age. You remember, people have to be afraid! Living people, not dick understand what.
- don’t I agree, of course. At first I thought that all because I was unusual for me alone in the apartment and this is all the glitch. But my cat, Kesha, he suspected something too. One evening I sat at the computer, played in CS-ku, and the cat was lying nearby, on the couch. And suddenly he was a fucking one, he meowed, for no reason, and the fight was a Koshachi combat, and looks … somewhere in the corner of the room, and the pupils are five rubles, wool on end. He also behaved when his uncle, the veterinarian in the ass, screwed the thermometer. Well, I kicked him out, of course, nafig, so as not to interfere with AWP shoot, bitch. And in the morning I could not find him, he was no longer in the apartment, he jumped out of the window.
- Yes, and damn it, I never liked him.
- Me too. But that is not the point. He saw something, did not feel, but he saw. Dick knows them, cats, what they can see and feel there, it is not for nothing that a bunch will accept all kinds of cats connected. And although mine was a moron, but also a cat, after all,. Yes, it’s stupid, I understand. He himself would have strung only if they told me that. Although the darkness has always been alarming me, you can not be there, in the dark. Well, we probably sit in the genes, from our ancestors, the primitive, remained. You see the darkness, do not climb, you never know … maybe the dinosaur lurks, or the cave bear is sitting, it needs to be fucking! Fucking, it seems to be in your own apartment, but behind the iron door, there is nothing to be afraid of! But I’ll go to pour at night, or brush my teeth, I clean, and then turn off the light everywhere, and go back to the room, and from the back, from the back in the dark … there is someone, here I will shit! Something sits, and looks, and sometimes Duc and escorts even to the door, silently, neatly moves the trace in the trail, but I feel. I already break down to run, without turning around, get into the room faster, into the light. I’ll slip through, I’ll slap the door behind me and only then I’ll decide to turn around … Well, it’s kind of like fucking, there is nothing, only the door. And the heart is knocking, goosebumps are running!
- Listen, well, you are definitely crazy. You would have tied KVN to watch until it’s too late. This is all from him, in any way! There are only ghouls there, by a god, not by night, be mentioned!
- Well, maybe a psycho … I’m even figure out, sometimes I fall asleep with a lamp turned on like a child. And still do not fall asleep. I turn to the door and I know that something is behind it … and waiting. Directly close to the door, leaning, listening and waiting for when I let it go, or maybe when I will wait. And so, it happens, I’ll wind myself up that I can’t reach the toilet, it’s scary to open the door, I endure it until the morning.
- fuck you only except me do not tell anyone, they won’t understand. Okay, I heard anything from you.
- But who will I tell? Even you also pass over me. Yes, and it is difficult to explain what I feel. Imagine that you are a rabbit, well, or a badger, as you like more ..
- Let the hamster better.
- Yes, fuck! Well, well, in general, you are a hamster, and an eagle owl is grazing next to you. Predator. Scary and hungry. But he does not eat you, does not pounce and does not vomit into parts, but only watches, walks after you and looks calmly, without a single emotion, without aggression, without a threat. But looks very closely and thoughtfully. Just leads the face after you. You are left and his face to the left, you are right and he … well, you understand ..
- Yes, I understand, only here the eagle owl, rather, does not go, but flies.
- Yes, not the point! In my case, it walks like a person. And more often it is just worth. I sleep, but it stands nearby and looks. I don’t see him, but I’m sure I feel that it stands and looks. That’s what I do at such moments? I continue to lie and shake with fear, I can’t even dare to fierce, scary, but sometimes I really want to!
- Listen, maybe he needs it?
- So I fierce?
- There are no! Your fear! Maybe he needs your fear. In a film, it seemed like it was that the monster fought with the fear of people … or I read it somewhere ..
- In general, hardly. After all, it watches me even when I don’t know. And in order to get my fear, it could be more actively scaring me. Jump, for example, with a cry from around the corner, well, or attach at night at night. Yes, I feel so much that it would be enough for him to just seem to me in full height, and that’s it, I would immediately have a attic tore off!
-That’s it and it that would tear off the attic! It would be seriously scared at once, and that’s all, the feeder disappeared. After that, you would not be able to be afraid, would sit aside, would sway back and forth and let the drool ..
- I’m already close to letting in saliva after yesterday. In short, I wake up at night from some sound, as if something gurgles, or it seems like someone in the kitchen is chasing. Well, I got up, put on a bathrobe. Here, it would seem, in the house, the dick knows what is happening, someone is clearly uninvited behind the wall rummages, and I can’t go out in my underpants. It is inconvenient somehow. Okay, not the point! Well, here I am walking, then the corridor, in a bathrobe, scared, shaking like a stubborn tail, and the sounds from the kitchen become louder. To this, this, vile, added some kind of gnashing, you know, like pigeons on the roof with paws. I live on the top floor, I often hear them. But here something else was, it sounded more methodically, more organized.
And as soon as I have two steps to take two steps left, the sounds stopped abruptly, apparently, it noticed my approach. What was in the kitchen froze and, listening to the shuffling of my slippers, was waiting. Well, I am on the last effort of the already fading will, passed the corridor, and looked into the kitchen. Well, the nifig is not visible there, after all, the night, only, I reached for the switch. I grop it on the wall, and I hear from the kitchen … Mumbled was heard, right in front of me, at the distance of an outstretched hand. Completed, like in a love, in words, some kind of words, but you can’t get out what. Quickly so, with increasing volume and as if displeased. Like, I prevented someone, disturbed. In his own kitchen at night to champ and gnashing, he prevented.
-Well, what it was there??
- I don’t know, I heard this as a murmur, it was still on me from the dark. I could not stand it and ran back into the room, right with my back forward and flew up, the door was open well. And as he burst into the room, he immediately clogged into the far corner and froze in despair, there was nowhere to go.
There was left in the corridor, I later thought that maybe his light stopped, my nightlight was burning in my room.
I fell into that corner and fell asleep later. And there were no sounds from the kitchen that night anymore. In the morning I wake up on the floor, between the closet and the wall, and the sun is shining from the street, the sounds come summer, the birds are different there … And everything is so light and joyful that I would like to write off my night with a nightly dream. Like, there was no such! And with this thought, relief almost came to me, and even a little ashamed of a stupid children’s fear.
But exactly until the moment I went into the kitchen. I saw my new refrigerator?
-Well, yes, such a fucking one, sid-bai-sati, or what’s there?
- Togo that. Duc here he is all in scratches. In general, there was no living place left, even in some places it was pierced in some places, and the sausages gnawed.
So, everything was like that, it seems. Well, or, I’m crazy.
- gnawed sausages, you say … it seems that it takes a serious turn!
- Well, your! And I’m talking about! I decided to move away from sin from an apartment. I collect clothes and fuck from there tomorrow in the morning, until it reached the non -good. And let this evil be pierced, I think so!
- Amen! For this you have to drink!
We drank, agreed the next day to call and went home. Both are in high spirits, absolutely ready for any life difficulties. And the next day, Lech did not get in touch. And in general, he never got in touch again. Except for his message on my voice mailbox received at 3 a.m. In it, he first breathed loudly into the phone, then wheezed and whispered in a whisper for help, and then there was some senseless muttering and a disgusting grinding. Lech found in the morning, dead. He jumped out of the window, like his cat. But the cat this maneuver was not a better example. And since then I have been sleeping in the light, like a child.
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But here I have a question why, in almost all stories, perfumes or something in this kind is evil, why there are no good, where all good spirits? Walk or chav!?
))) I don’t understand, simply (do not count me with a schizophrenic or a psychoma), too, it seems that someone lives, but it’s something not evil, but lost, the door opens and closes itself, while the windows are closed, begins to rustle, but if I ask him to behave more, he is and he dramatically ..
Although maybe I’m in a straight schizophrenic, but how to explain scars on my back, in the form of small cutters, when I matured on it, I do not know ..
I liked some kind of mixture of fumes and crypt, just at some points I laughed wildly, and in some it was terribly interesting what would happen next
Heh))) every year 2 years ago, when I woke up at night, a ghost seemed to me a little girl! Bricky bricks to me climbed from me))) And now sometimes it seems that something smoothly passed in the corner of the room! ) Most likely the imagination!