I hope it will not learn to open doors …

Hope it will not learn to open the door On the threshold stood the winter Time gray snow, callous and heartless the trees, his whole appearance showing indifference Is my favorite time of the year you Know why? All the Bleakness and dryness of winter is reflected in my soul All day I had a strange the Day started surprisingly well, most of the morning’s plans ended in complete success, and the was empty, my Parents left for a few days in Moscow to his older brother, However, I felt that there must be something out of the ordinary, something that can spoil the mood forever the Last time I felt this , a street dog ripped my face lip half Now, the scar from the stitches completely invisible, and you only feel the “cross stitching” For the sake of completeness I should add that I live in traders And in my case this means that 70% -80% of the population are elderly, the vast majority of houses look rickety and battered, and frequent problems with electricity, and running lights through the day help forever instill in the soul of complete apathy and indifference to life Returning to an empty house and a snack I headed to my room Is a room, two by three meters, with a ragged ceiling Wallpaper, where I was able to fit a king size bed, computer Desk, writing table Furniture was so that in order to sit at one of the two tables it was necessary to climb over the bed, standing at the door the rest of the evening I spent languidly chatting with someone from acquaintances in a social network bored My eyes fell on the window it was Already dark, pitch dark, and the window is dry flying snowflakes, as if trying to fly through the glass once In the head climbed gloomy thoughts about the meaning of life Sad thinking that to remove the snow in the yard have me I continued to stew in my room From the attic I heard a disturbing silence and cutting hearing the trampling and the roar Maybe someone would be this scared, but I knew that the attic in my house in the winter to be yard cats a real refuge to Hear the footsteps, noises and other various sounds from the attic, each night it seems there was raging a real battle, it’s amazing how the ceiling was left with dents from such attacks Sitting and listening to these knocks I was thinking of a blacksmith’s hammer beating on a stale piece of hot iron, and bending it how I want to master the Whole routine was interrupted by a sudden power failure In this case, the first thing you need to check not popped up, if tube Upstairs computer Desk for the dusty flashlight to Find it was not difficult after crossing the bed I turned on the flashlight, and went to the other end of the house, where there was a counter with tubes to Go through the dark house, illuminating their way with a barely working flashlight under the roar of the attic was spooky lantern Light draws strange silhouettes which sometimes the hair would stand on end somewhere with clothes hanger reincarnated into a creature pulling me to his cold hands, as if he wanted to take with him to the light Here a crumpled rug pretended to be a crippled body, peacefully lying flat on the floor to Drive away the horrific images myself easily enough, especially when you know what the monster really corny some stool Counter located in the kitchen where the door leads from the dining room, in front of her-to be the bathroom door Private houses differ from each other, as a soul in the hand of Aida Each has its own atmosphere and inspires emotions in the human brain Tube was in place with a Sigh I turned around and realized that the damn cats Yes cats settled down in his attic and is now in a dark house, silence reigns In the nose hit the smell of rotten eggs, rare meat and copper My flashlight briefly ran through the kitchen and grabbed a silhouette, foreign to the world At the moment I think I understood what real fear There, the skin doesn’t tingle, and the hair stood on end, only my ears, I heard the pounding of my heart, and chest felt a strange , as if somewhere between the lungs appeared heavy stone the creature stood on four legs, if you can call them that, are was would higher my Legs were covered in gray fur, with pieces of dirt caught in them, and resembled a dog with the exception of two features: the folds of the knees are pointing in the other direction, that instilled total terror, and instead of the usual pads on the end was a brush of hands of the man’s hair was the color of gray hair And face were narrow and elongated, with pointed ears that seemed too large for the head, Lifeless darkness of the kitchen was broken empty eyes saucers of this creature ,clearly stands out from the dusty gas stove and pale yellow shell, looking directly into the soul, forever leaving her own blank look and We stood looking into each other’s eyes for a few minutes At one point, the creature grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth yellow, and besides my heart I heard a growl, more like the growl of a man that lost all of the precious in his life due to his fault and was furious with himself he ran on autopilot into the bathroom I locked the door to the rusty latch, leaving the fallen lantern lay on the kitchen do Not know why, just went into the bathroom and laid there as I think a few hours outside could be heard and growling ,and panting , and bangs on door the Sounds that it made no place in this world Since the has changed and tub handle twitched Right before my eyes flashed a picture: it’s a gray creature stands on its hind legs broken, and trying to open the door with his pale hairy hands, looking his empty gaze to the door and not knowing what-not so Maybe it’s been two hours, maybe four, but over time the infernal stopped I didn’t even notice as fell into a restless to Morpheus I hope that this is a bad dream, but still I opened my eyes found himself in the cold ,as the soul of the creature, bath Nose sensed the familiar smell of washing powder and washed my Hands and feet were numb ,it was difficult even to move, not just all the same to in such a confined space when your height meter eighty In the bathroom has no Windows, only one white and cool tiles, and get on touch to switch on the mind, it is understood that light yet it Was interesting to learn the time of day I quietly opened the door To the kitchen was dark, still the street is dark winter night On the floor alone lay barely lit room, the flashlight came to take him, and lock myself in the bathroom until the morning To execute this simple plan had slowly come out in the center of the room on trembling knees, the Flashlight shaking in her hand, and I longed to go back from where came From the dark silhouette of the fridge he heard the same roar This sound is one of those that is able to penetrate you and stay in your soul, forever taking all the colors of life, making it dull and black and white, fill to the edge hopeless my Legs just carried me as far away from the sound source, and having recovered the breath, I was in the parents room Trembling hands barely managed to close it on the lock located in the transparent handle wooden door At the same moment the door was hit with such force that I almost got away with it This procedure was repeated several times, before a guest from the world of the dead decided to stop trying to get me Body felt a chilling cold I turned around and realized how the creature got into the house the window was open, and this is clearly not my doing is Closing the offending window, I sat in a dark bedroom until the evening of the next day, while cold and hunger brought me out the Creature cleared through the front door, opening the lock, the Temperature in the house was equal street, and the frost had permeated the whole body Then I got pneumonia and was in the hospital for almost a month that night I experienced real fear, the fear of primitive man


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