Death for greed Is quite old…

for greed Is a pretty old story about gold coins that made History from the lips of the mouth, from generation to generation, in one small According to the legend, in the centre of , there is an old old house House is very big, it has a huge number of rooms, and floors throughout the house are covered with black plates as well all the inhabitants of the know, in the house live ghosts Many years ago this house belonged to the richest family in the House was owned by a noble man, He lived there with his wife and eight-year-old daughter Sarah the house worked very many servants One Sarah either as I couldn’t sleep, Sarah heard a strange noise at the door and looked out into the corridor at the end of the corridor Sarah saw a small figure, and when his eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a boy, about her age, the Boy was holding a lit candle the Boy looked and found that he was no one watching the Boy knelt, lifted one tile and pulled something out of his pocket Contents of the pocket, boy put in place tiles, and then returned the plate in place After a few seconds, a boy vanished into thin air, Sarah could not believe what I saw, She looked and noticed that one of the maids was also in the corridor, the Maid was also a witness to the incident, the Maid grabbed a candle and headed to Sarah and They both that just saw a Ghost and Together they walked up to the plate, which stood a boy holding up the tiles, the maid, and Sara saw something sparkling Sarah lowered her hand and took a fistful of shiny coins After some time the cache was empty, the Girls returned the tile in place, as if was not there They both decided that I should tell him the next night, Sara and the maid was again standing in the hallway They watched as a boy, seeing them again makes his way, the Boy again vanished into thin air night after Night they repeated this process Seemed to the coins will never end Sarah got coins from the stash, and the maid put them in a large bag One night Sarah and the maid again went to the hiding place, the Maid lifted the plate and lowered Sarah to the hiding place, the Maid told the girl that candle for a long time is not enough and you need to get out of the hiding place Sarah had already climbed to the top, when suddenly, one of the coins fell down Sarah laid out the coins on the floor and went back for the fallen coin At the same moment the candle went out the Maid in a panic to wave with his free hand in the stash to catch Sarah In a panic, the maid dropped a plate, and stash closed the Maid ran to the kitchen, to find a new spark plug and after a while, it did it once Back in the corridor, the maid realized with horror that he did not remember which plate is located the stash In a few hours, the maid tried to find a hiding place, but it never of Course, the maid is not what is not confessed the next day, all the servants were looking for Sarah, they searched every corner, but to no avail, the Father and Sarah’s Mother was heartbroken After three days, Sarah’s mother heard a voice and immediately recognized it, it was Sarah’s Voice calling for help it Seemed that the voice comes from one side of the house, but as soon as there resorted servants and parents, a voice was heard in another part of the house within a month, the parents heard Sarah’s Father and I went through all the floors, took down almost all the walls, but all to no avail In the end, the parents up After a month, Sarah’s mother went insane and committed suicide Father died of a heart attack In a small town are still talking about the incident Saying, that is still in the old house, you can hear Sarah calling for help


When the wife witch I have…

When the wife witch I have a uncle on my mother’s side 16 or 17 Years ago he was married to a girl named Olga they Lived at first at the uncle’s parents (my grandparents) in the countryside, and our family just in the next house I was quite young and this story write the […]


The one I asked? When my daughter was born,…

the one I asked? When my daughter was born, we lived together with my parents, five of them huddling in a little Studio apartment Was cramped, but the baby was given to a Child at night almost did not sleep, Oh, and I rocked my child to the morning Here and I began to notice […]


How to identify, define witch…

How to identify, determine the witch Here is how, according to the peasant, the appearance of a witch, a teacher at a primary school in the villages Boar P M Marusov: an elderly woman, often old, tall, thin, lean, bony, somewhat stooping, shredded or loose from under her shawl hair, large, angry eyes, yellow or […]


The fortune-telling incident occurred with my neighbor…

Guessing happened with my roommate. in April 2007, the lead Story in the first person In the morning, the parents went to visit relatives in the village, and I stayed home to prepare for exams I was glad to finally do their business, so no one will distract tired of sitting on the abstracts, I […]


Abandoned mansion I Studied in the far…

Abandoned mansion I Studied in the distant ‘ 80s, in middle school Came to our school, a young teacher of mathematics she Taught your subject just fine, clear and accessible, So that the topic we have time to study for 45 minutes and half an hour In the remaining time she told different tales of […]


Under the bed – Mother, and who…

Under the bed – Mother, and who lives under the bed? What?! You don’t stay there darling, what are you doing? – Mama, please look under the bed and check – Mija, I want to sleep! No, really! No one there – have a Look! (crying) well, well, Well, don’t shed tears Looked there is […]


6 thoughts on “Death for greed Is quite old…

  1. I am thankful I came across your write-up. The details are smart and interesting. This is really a must-read for every person. I personally, for one thank you for your efforts.

  2. I’m quite amazed along with your article writing. This is excellent content with intriguing and helpful information. I personally concur with much of your info and I’m still thinking about some of it. It is wonderful.

  3. I am not an author, nonetheless I cherish to read and I know very well what I like. I also understand excellent writing whenever I see it and this is excellent.

Leave a Reply