“Fake creepy stories” Part 4

“Lekha was an ordinary merchant boy. And I was exactly the same ordinary Kupchinsky boy. Like all ordinary Kupchin boys, Lekha and I loved to walk around the area in the evening and drink a couple of cans of Tuborg. We spent hours wandering between high-rise buildings and discussing everything under the sun. Well, most often, of course, cars and chicks.
And last summer, during one of these walks, we got a little carried away by beer, and the tipsy Lech, suddenly turning gloomy, asked me:
– Dimon, do you believe in otherworldly forces??
I didn’t expect such an approach from him, and I almost choked on a tasteless cracker with the taste of red caviar, but God was merciful, and I was able to answer:
– Like, in ghosts or something??
– Well, yes, into all sorts of unknown shit. There are ghosts there… poltergeists, parallel worlds of whores, demons, and the like.
– Well, in general, lately I’ve been getting more and more worried about earthly issues, to be honest… but if you think about it, I probably admit the possibility of the existence of an unknown, as you put it, crap.
– So I admit. Ever since Olya left me, some crap has been going on in the house. Of course you will think that I am crazy, but I know that there is someone in the house besides me. No! Don’t interrupt! I’ll tell you… It happens that I’m sitting, for example, watching TV, and suddenly the feeling arises that I’m not alone, that I’m looking at the screen, at Maslyakov there, at KVN… and at that time someone is looking at me. Stands behind me and watches me, my every move. I turn around… and, of course, there is no one, but every time a herd of goosebumps run through my body.
– Well, you’re off, dude! I had something like this as a child. But somehow it passed with age. Remember, you should be afraid of people! Living people, not goddammit.
– No, I agree, of course. At first I thought it was all because it was unusual for me to be alone in the apartment and it was all a glitch. But my cat, Kesha, he also suspected something. One evening I was sitting at the computer, playing CS, and the cat was lying next to me on the sofa. And suddenly he’s such a dick, he meowed, for no reason at all, and took a fighting cat stance, and looked… somewhere in the corner of the room, and his pupils were five rubles each, his hair stood on end. He behaved the same way when his veterinarian uncle screwed a thermometer up his ass. Well, I kicked him out, of course, what the hell, so as not to interfere with shooting with awp, you bitch. And in the morning I couldn’t find him, he was no longer in the apartment, so I jumped out of the window.
– And to hell with him, I never liked him.
– Me too. But that’s not the point. He saw something, did not feel it, but saw it. Who knows, cats, what can they see and feel there, it’s not for nothing that there are a lot of signs associated with cats. And although mine was a moron, it was also a cat, after all. Yes, this is all stupid, I understand. I would only laugh if they told me that. Although the darkness has always alarmed me, you never know what could be there in the dark. Well, it’s probably in our genes, left over from our primitive ancestors. You see the darkness, don’t go in, you never know what’s there… maybe a dinosaur is hiding, or a cave bear is sitting, fuck it! Fuck, it’s like in your own apartment, but behind an iron door, there’s nothing to be afraid of! But at night I go to take a piss, or brush my teeth, I piss, I clean, and then I turn off the lights everywhere, and I go back to the room, and behind me, from behind in the dark… there’s someone, I’ll fucking be there! Something sits and watches, and sometimes it even follows you right to the door, silently, carefully moving one after another, but I feel. I already break into a run, without turning around, quickly get into the room, into the light. I’ll rush through, slam the door behind me, and only then do I decide to turn around… well, it’s like fucked up, there’s nothing there, just the door. And my heart is pounding, I’m getting goosebumps!
– Listen, you’re definitely crazy. You should stop watching KVN before it’s too late. It’s all from him, anyway! There are only ghouls there, by God, don’t be remembered by night!
– Well, maybe he’s crazy… I even think about it, sometimes I fall asleep with the lamp on, like a child. And still can’t sleep. I turn to the door and know that there is something behind it… and waiting. He’s leaning right next to the door, listening and waiting for me to let him in, or maybe waiting for me to fall asleep. And sometimes I get so worked up that I can’t even get to the toilet, I’m scared to open the door, I endure it until the morning.
– Fuck, just don’t tell anyone but me, they won’t understand. Okay, I’ve heard all sorts of things from you.
– Who will I tell?? Even you are making fun of me. Yes, and it’s hard to explain what I’m experiencing. Just imagine that you are a rabbit, or a badger, whichever you prefer..
– It’s better to have a hamster.
– Fuck it! Well, well, in general, you are a hamster, and an eagle owl is grazing next to you. Predator. scary and hungry. But he doesn’t eat you, doesn’t attack you or tear you apart, he just watches, follows you and looks calmly, without a single emotion, without aggression, without threat. But he looks very intently and thoughtfully. He just follows you. you go to the left and his face goes to the left, you go to the right and he… well, you understand..
– Yes, I understand, but the owl, rather, does not walk, but flies.
– That’s not the point! In my case It walks like a person. And more often it just stands. I’m sleeping, and it’s standing next to me and watching. I don’t see him, but I’m sure, I feel that he’s standing and watching. So what should I do at such moments?? I continue to lie there and shake with fear, I don’t even dare to fart, it’s scary, but sometimes I really want to!
– Listen, maybe this is what he needs?
– So that I fart?
– Yy no! your fear! Maybe He needs your fear. In some movie, it seemed like it was that the monster fed on the fear of people… or I read that somewhere..
– Actually, it’s unlikely. It’s watching me even when I’m not aware. And in order to get my fear, it could scare me more actively. Jump out, for example, screaming from around the corner, or attack me at night. Yes, I feel like it would be enough for Him to just appear to me at full height, and that’s it, my attic would immediately be torn away!
– This is exactly what would tear down the attic! It would seriously scare you once – And that’s it, the feeder disappeared. After that, you would not be able to be afraid, you would sit on the sidelines, rock back and forth and drool..
“I’m already close to drooling after yesterday.”. In short, I wake up at night from some sound, as if something was gurgling, or like someone was slurping in the kitchen. Well, I got up and put on my robe. It would seem that who knows what’s going on in the house, someone is obviously rummaging around behind the wall uninvited, and I can’t go out to him in my underpants. It’s somehow inconvenient. Okay, that’s not the point! Well, here I am, walking down the corridor, in a dressing gown, scared, shaking like a hare’s tail, and the sounds from the kitchen are getting louder. To this disgusting slurping noise was added some kind of grinding sound, you know, like how pigeons scrape the roof with their paws. I live on the top floor, I often hear them. But here there was something different, it sounded more methodical, more organized.
And as soon as I had two steps left to take along the corridor, the sounds suddenly stopped, apparently It noticed my approach. What Was in the Kitchen froze and, listening to the shuffling of my slippers, waited. Well, with the last effort of my already fading will, I walked through the corridor and looked into the kitchen. Well, you can’t see anything there, it’s night, just darkness, I reached for the switch. I feel for it on the wall, and from the kitchen I hear… the muttering came from right in front of me, at arm’s length. It muttered, as if humanly, some words, but you couldn’t tell what it was about. So quickly, with increasing volume and as if dissatisfied. Like, I disturbed someone, disturbed them. In my own kitchen at night I stopped slurping and grinding.
– Well, what was there???
“I don’t know, I heard it as muttering, but it came at me from the darkness.”. I couldn’t stand it and ran back into the room, straight back forward I just flew in, luckily the door was open. And as soon as he burst into the room, he immediately hid in the far corner and froze in despair, there was nowhere else to go.
It was left in the corridor, I then thought that maybe the light stopped it, in my room the night light was on.
I fell asleep in that corner afterwards. And there were no more sounds from the kitchen that night. In the morning I wake up on the floor, between the closet and the wall, and the sun is shining from the street, summer sounds are coming, there are different birds… and everything is so light and joyful that I want to write off my night terror as a bad dream. Like, it didn’t happen, it was all a dream! And with this thought, relief almost came to me, and I even felt a little ashamed for my stupid childhood fear.
But exactly until the moment I went into the kitchen. I saw my new refrigerator?
– Well, yes, it’s such a fucking thing, side-by-side, or whatever it is?
– Something like that. So here he is covered in scratches. In general, there is no living space left, it’s even broken through here and there, and the sausages stick out gnawed.
So, it all seemed to be real. Or maybe I’m crazy.
– Pickled sausages, you say… it looks like things are taking a serious turn!
– Well, I’m sorry! What am I talking about! I decided to move out of my apartment out of harm’s way. Tomorrow morning I’ll collect my clothes and get the fuck out of there before things get worse. And let this evil spirit sleep the sluggish one, I think so!
— Amen! You should drink to this!
We drank, agreed to call the next day and went home. Both are in high spirits, absolutely ready for any difficulties in life. And the next day Lekha didn’t get in touch. And anyway, he never got in touch again. Except for his message on my voicemail at 3am. In it, he first breathed loudly into the phone, then wheezed and asked me in a whisper for help, and then there was some senseless muttering and a disgusting grinding sound. Lekha was found dead in the morning. He jumped out of the window, just like his cat. But the cat was much better at this maneuver. And since then I sleep in the light like a child.

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OOO vital… I even felt overwhelmed, while https://noaccount-casinos.co.uk/review/spin-time/ I was reading I was afraid to turn my head back..
But I have a question, why, in almost all stories, are spirits or something like that evil, why are there no good ones, Where are all the good spirits? walking or faq!?

))) I don’t understand, of course, it’s just (don’t consider me schizophrenic or crazy) I also seem to have someone living with me, but this is something not evil, but something lost, sometimes the door opens and closes on its own, even though the windows are closed, it starts rustling, but if I ask him to be quieter, he stops..
Although maybe I’m downright schizophrenic, I don’t know how to explain the scars on my back, in the form of small cuts, when I cursed at him..

I liked it, some kind of mixture of frenzy and creepy, I just laughed wildly at some moments, and at some points I was terribly interested in what will happen next

Heh))) About 2 years ago, when I woke up at night, the ghost of a little girl seemed to me! Mmmm, a brick fell off me then))) And now sometimes it seems that something smoothly passed in the corner of the room! ) Most likely imagination!

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