Stories about old houses in the village. Scary Stories: The Secret of the Village. Scary stories about houses

I want to tell you a terrible story that dramatically changed my life. Everyone probably knows our famous traveler Fyodor Konyukhov? So, he is my idol ... And I had a dream to go around the whole world, yes, yes, it was to go around, of course, a fool understands that this is impossible, but I tried to make hiking trips as long as possible.

When our legs were unable to walk, we hitched a ride, fortunately, we came across exceptionally friendly drivers. Oh yes, I did not travel alone, I have a best friend, as they say, "together from the cradle." By the way, thanks to Sanka, we started traveling, as soon as he found out about my crazy dream, he set fire to “go through” the whole of Russia from west to east!

This story happened almost a year ago, I don’t know why I decided to tell it, I think I just wanted to talk it out. In general, then Sanko and I walked fifty kilometers, no less, moved out of Orenburg, the goal was Magnitogorsk. Forces on zeros, according to the map to the nearest village forty kilometers, idiots, how could we have miscalculated like that, we expected to get there by ten o'clock! It's already eleven, and we're only halfway there! It's dog cold, autumn, after all, as luck would have it, not a single ride .... but then Sanya notices a sign: "Transfer 3". Our joy knew no bounds, we just flew these three kilometers in the same breath, hoping to warm up and sleep off.

Approaching the village, we did not notice a single burning window, well, we think everyone is already asleep, in the villages they go to bed early. It was not convenient to wake people up, so we decided to walk around the village, someone should not sleep! Oddly enough, not a sound, not even a dog barking, can be heard. Everything seems to be dead here! Walking from end to end of the village, we stopped at one of the houses. Bypassed him, knocking on the windows. Nobody responded! Out of desperation, we decided to sneak inside to at least warm up. They opened the window, climbed in, there were locks on the two doors that were in this room. And you can’t get into the attic: there was a large barn lock on the hatch, things and mirrors were covered with white sheets, and an armful of firewood lay next to the stove ... In general, the house, fortunately, turned out to be uninhabitable!

“We need to kindle the stove, let’s warm up a bit,” I said to Sanka, who, without listening to me, was about to rush to the firewood lying on the floor, when suddenly steps were heard above our heads ... as if someone was barely trudging in the attic. From the sounds it was clear - "something" goes to the hatch.

The hair on my head stood on end, it didn’t fit in my head: like in an abandoned house, in a closed attic, someone can walk. Sasha jerked sharply to the backpack, and began to fumble nervously in it. Grabbing something, he ran up and thrust it into the gap between the ceiling and the hatch... the footsteps stopped. I, not understanding what was happening at all, asked Sasha what he had done, he grunted that he had put the icon there. He was a believer and did not like to discuss it.

- Let's get warm soon, and let's get out of here on the track, better night let's go on foot.
Suddenly, steps were heard behind him, as slow as those in the attic. Someone is approaching us...

I was numb, I could not move, and Sasha at that moment was already sticking the second icon into the doorway. There was one more locked door, we looked at it: everything is calm. As soon as we turned to face the stove, steps began to be heard behind us, again someone was walking towards us from where it had just been quiet.

— Let's hurry! Sashka quickly inserted the last icon into the opening and rushed to the window. Naturally, I rushed after him. Later, when we were already on the track, I asked what it was all about, Sasha just grunted:

- Who knows, hurry up, let's get out of here.

Only in the morning we realized that we were going in the wrong direction, we decided to go back to Orenburg. We stopped a ride, the guys agreed to give us a ride. On the way, the car began to behave strangely and eventually stalled. The driver tried to start it, but the ignition key did not obey. It was getting dark, I started to look around, looking to the left, I saw a familiar road sign: "Perevalovka 3".

Fog began to roll in from the direction of the village. An animal fear seized me, I understood that someone was following us, if the car did not start, we were finished ... I started to get hysterical, I began to scream wildly at the driver to do anything, if only the car would move! He, under my pressure, began to frantically pull the key. Lord, if only he knew what was coming to us ..

The fog crept closer and closer, dark silhouettes began to appear in it. All I could think about was how this damned village could end up here!!! The car still did not give in to the driver, I began to pray, realizing that we could no longer be saved.

I don’t know if my prayer or just some miracle helped us, but the engine started a second before the fog swallowed us, and we flew from there at breakneck speed ... we were flying away from this terrible fog, from the terrible village ... Lord , I have never experienced such feelings in my life, a real animal fear mixed with despair and humility.

What happened to us then, I still don’t know what kind of village it was, or maybe we ended up in another world ?! Do not know. I only know that I will never travel again.

Remembering my childhood, the first thing that comes to mind is summer in the village with my grandparents. They have been gone for five years already, and I am already an adult madam, but I still remember those feelings and emotions from noisy grandmother's gatherings, with stories about mermaid witches and devils crawling out of the swamps. Surely, many of you, dear members of the forum, lived and live in the villages of grandparents, someone from the village himself, and, most likely, you also heard a lot of interesting things. Every village has its own stories and legends. Let's share
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In village B, where my grandmother lived, stands old church. It is more than two centuries old, but it is very strong, and almost undamaged. They say that the mortar for this church was mixed with eggs, so it has stood unscathed for so many years. They say about this church that it was built in a bad place, so evil spirits live there, and not one priest takes root there (as far as I can remember, the church is almost always closed, sometimes priests from other parishes hold services there.)
… I remember this strange old woman well. She was out of her mind. Very old, some kind of red hat, shaggy gray hair ... The old woman hardly spoke, but she always laughed. Also, she played with dolls, and drooling constantly flowed from her mouth. I was terribly afraid of this grandmother.
My grandmother used to say that “Dashka got stupid” after one incident. When Dasha was still a child, she and the children climbed into that very church to play hide and seek. They played all day, in the end everyone found each other, and gathered home, realized that Dashka was not there. They searched for a long time and did not find it. We trudged home, called the adults. They opened the church and searched it. Found Dasha under the floor. They opened the lid, looked - she was there: her head was half gray, shaking hands, and saliva from her mouth ... Since then, she has gone crazy. It is still not clear WHAT she saw there, the old people whisper that “Toy-and-so” seemed to her
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Grandmother said that this happened when her mother was little. In some big religious holiday The father ordered his daughter to go to work in the field. The girl wanted to object, but her father was adamant, because he did not believe in the Lord, he was a communist. The girl got ready, taking her little son. Noon, heat, the girl mows, next to the river, the son is playing in the boat, tied to the shore. At this time, he approached the girl tall man:
Are you working, girl?
- I work, father, I work.
The stranger shook his head and left. By evening he returned:
Are you working, girl?
- Working
- It's a big holiday, you know?
“I know,” the girl replied.
- Well, you will be sad, said the stranger, and disappeared.
And, at that moment, the boy who was playing in the boat slipped out of it and drowned.
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Probably, in every village, there is a place about which they say “that one drives”, i.e. unclean places where something constantly happens to people or they walk in circles and cannot get out. There is such a place in the village B - in the meadow, near the old well.
There was a peasant in the village - a reveler and a drunkard, what to look for. Once in the winter it was dark, walking through that meadow, drunk and cheerful. He hears - the ringing of bells, laughter, the clatter of hooves, an accordion - a company of cheerful guys and girls caught up with him, on a sleigh, with an accordion. Hey, they shout, Lyonka, let's go, we'll take you! Grandfather sat down, they poured him moonshine, he got even more tipsy - he drank, had fun, bawled songs to the accordion.
When I came to my senses, I realized that they were driving for a very long time, and the area was completely unfamiliar, and they were driving in a circle. Grandfather began to read prayers, he was shaken, and he ... woke up - at the well, near which he was picked up, with a frozen poop in his hand, instead of a glass. It dawned outside...
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In general, I know a great many such stories, if someone is interested, I can write more. I can’t vouch for the authenticity - I write everything about the words of my grandmother. So, if this seems implausible to someone, don’t judge strictly, but rather share your tales and tales from the village
PS: The most terrible story, my favorite is the thriller Grandfather is coming at night. The kalyaso rolls along the path, the grandfather took the kalyaso, took it home, hung it on a nail.
I woke up in the morning - there was no stroller, and instead of it the neighbor's grandmother was hanging on a nail, hooked to her underwear with a nail - it was a witch

Once, by chance, my friends and I ended up in a small village deep in the forests. They did not know that such a deaf and God-forgotten place exists. Almost all of the houses were crooked, with roofs rickety from time to time - it was clear that they were at least half a century old, so the tree was already rotten.

And this is what happened: on the way to the city, our car broke down. It was still far from the city, we stood on the side of the road for about three hours and - do not believe it! - none of the cars passing by stopped to help us. Vanka Gusev remembered an abandoned village nearby.
- I don't know... They say that no one lives there, but you never know... Maybe the old people stayed? And then you want to drink and chew something, ”he said.

We all agreed, although the prospect of walking into the forest did not particularly please us. But we were very hungry and wanted water, because, out of stupidity, we didn’t take anything with us. In general, half an hour of walking along an abandoned forest path through a thicket, and we came to the village.

As I said, I have not seen a more miserable place. I doubt that anyone lives in this hole. On both sides of the road along which we walked, black houses stood like stone statues.
"There's no one here," I said, looking around.
“Yeah, definitely no one,” the others nodded.

All the way back we looked askance at Vanka because he gave us empty hope for food and water. Vanka, bowing his head guiltily, walked ahead of us.

When we arrived at the place where we left the car, the miracle did not happen, and it did not go. Evening was approaching and leaving the car so simply on the road was not an option. It was decided that we would stay overnight in the car, since it was a long way to go back.

Night fell and we sat quietly in the car. Suddenly we heard a sound coming from the forest. Noise from the abandoned village. We heard screams, laughter and someone talking. These were people. Judging by the voices, there were a lot of them. It was like some kind of holiday.
- Hell! Yes, there are people there! Vanka exclaimed happily.

We, too, rejoiced at the thought that we could finally ask for water and food, and maybe even stop for the night. It was getting very cold, and the night promised to be icy. We again set out on our way through the forest to the houses. This time, inspired by the dream of food and water, we did not notice how long and difficult the path was. As a result, they ran headlong onto the road, around which there were wooden rotten houses.

In the center of the road, people were arranged in a semicircle. A fire was burning, children were running around it and playing some game incomprehensible to us. Adults, and there were about twenty of them, sang songs. A man in a gray suit was playing the harmonica. They did not notice our appearance, and we had to move closer to get their attention. Finally, one of the men turned around and stared at us. For the first moment, it seemed to me that he was frightened when he saw us - his expression changed from joyful to almost desperate. He was the only one who noticed us so far, as the others were busy singing. The man, with a gesture of his hand, imperceptible to others, clearly signaled to us: "Get out of here." His face was stern and stern as he waved us away.

“Well, no,” I thought. - To hell with their whole holiday! I want to drink and eat - I'm sorry to spoil the holiday. And, not expecting such impudence from himself, he went straight up to them and said loudly:
- Hello, my name is Kolya, and these are my friends. Our car broke down during the day and no one stopped to help us. Here is the thing: maybe you will give us something to drink and eat, otherwise we didn’t take anything with us ...

I paused and waited for an answer. Everyone looked at me with surprise and curiosity, as if they saw an unknown beast. No one said a word, everyone just kept staring. I felt somehow embarrassed for my behavior, but there was no choice - I was afraid not to survive the night if I did not drink water, the thirst was so strong. Finally, an old man in a gray suit, playing the harmonica, turned around and said:
- Well, sit down by the fire, guys, get warm for a start.
“Yes, that would be nice,” I said.

We all sat down by the fire under the gaze of many eyes. The man who had waved at us was now markedly calm and just stared at us among others. The children also looked at the guests with curiosity. The old man in the gray suit began to play some unfamiliar songs again, the people around us continued to have fun and sing, but we felt that our presence changed the atmosphere among them. Many squinted at us with malice and constantly exchanged glances with each other, conveying hints incomprehensible to us with their glances.

After sitting by the fire and noticeably perking up, Vanka began to do what he loved most - to chat.
- And personally, I heard that no one lives in this village. We came here during the day and didn’t see anyone,” he said, referring to an old man in a gray suit.
- It's all because we were on the hunt. You know, we live far from the city, there are no shops. You have to eat something. By the way, about food and water. Why would you sleep in a cold car? Let's sleep at my house! Lots of room, he replied.
- It's somehow embarrassing ... - Vanka hesitated and looked at me.

I thought about it and decided it was a good idea. Why freeze in the cold when they offer you free shelter? In the end, we agreed, although, of course, at first we denied it out of courtesy. But the old man persuaded us so stubbornly and described the spacious warm rooms that we could not resist the temptation for a long time.

An hour later, accompanied by this very old man and, apparently, his wife, we approached a house on the outskirts of the village. It was cold and we were itching to go inside.

Once inside, we were very surprised: the house was very dirty, dusty, and in general the room looked as if no one had ever lived in it.
- It's just a renovation. Don't worry, the beds are warm, you'll sleep soundly... - the old man said apologetically and quickly exchanged glances with his wife.
There was something suspicious in that look. I didn't like the idea of ​​spending the night with strangers. The old man went into the next room (there were three of them in total), showing us a sign to follow him. We all followed him and found ourselves in an almost empty room. Apart from a large bed and a chair, there was nothing there. I looked back at my friends and I could see from their faces that they didn't like it either.

Well, you settle down, - said the old man. - In the meantime, I'll go for water and rabbit meat.
He and his wife went outside. My friends began to settle down, inspect the house, and I was itch to go to the toilet. I went out into the street in search of a restroom and suddenly a conversation reached me from the darkness:
"Let's kill them now," a woman's voice said. - Why wait?
- No, let's wait for the rest, kill them in their sleep, - answered the man.
- Oh, how we lacked new ones, and especially young ones ...
My head was spinning. I decided to find out what was the matter. They were talking around the corner, and I looked in there.

The old man and his woman, who brought us here, were talking. I couldn't believe what I saw. The old man stood with his back to me, and I distinctly saw an ax sticking out of his back, and a bloody gray shirt, in which he played the harmonica a few hours ago. He stood and talked as if nothing bothered him. For a moment he was still in this position, and I could not see the woman, but when he turned slightly, I saw her too. I went cold with horror. There was a bloody mess where the face should have been, the eye sockets were empty, and the eyeballs hung near the mouth. I stood and watched, could not do anything - as if petrified. And then the two turned around and went in my direction - only then I woke up and ran headlong into the house.

My friends had already laid out things, Vanka was dozing on the bed. They looked at me and were afraid of my appearance. I must have been all pale. Shaking, I ran up to Vanka and pushed him with such force that he fell to the floor.

What are you?! he protested, getting up.
- Let's get out of here! - I yelled like crazy and started running around the room and checking the windows - they are open or not. All of them were tightly packed. I was seized with despair. I ran to the door and closed it with a bolt. My friends looked at me - some with fear, some with distrust. Footsteps were heard outside the door, someone began to pull the handle. Vanka already wanted to go to the door and open it, but I ran up to the door, blocking it:
- Don't you dare, moron! What, don't you understand? They want to kill us! I heard them talking! Break the window!!!

My friends looked at me like I was crazy, but I had no time for them. Wild fear seized me. I was aware of the impossibility of what was happening and, perhaps, on reflection, I myself would have decided that I had lost my mind, but the horror was so strong that I did not understand anything.

Hey guys! Open the door, we brought you food and water, - a voice came from behind the door.
- Break it! - I screamed heart-rendingly, blocking the door from Vanka, although he had already changed his mind about opening it. Everyone was scared as hell. Finally, Mishka, who was standing closest to the window, took a stool and slammed it against the window with all his might. The glass shattered with a crash.
- Let's run! There, behind the garden, there is a forest, drop everything and run! I shouted.

The guys, not paying attention to the forgotten sweaters and socks, rushed to the window and one by one disappeared into the night. I was still holding the door. At first, someone pulled the handle there, but after Mishka broke the window, everything stopped. I immediately understood what was the matter. They decided to catch us on the street! I rushed to the window through which Vanka was climbing at that moment. He was still afraid to jump, although, damn it, it was not at all high!

Our friends at that moment were already jumping over the fence. And then we saw that people were entering the garden. There were not two of them, but a whole crowd. They were all dead. The air smelled of rotten meat, the stink of rotting corpses. An old man with an ax in his back and a woman without a face walked in front of everyone. They looked at our fleeing friends and apparently did not see us. Seeing such a picture, I froze for a second, then looked at the fence and saw Vanka climbing over it. He managed not only to jump, but also to run to the fence. Only I remained.

I jumped off and ran. I heard screams behind me and someone's heavy breathing very close. They ran after me. I saw the dumbfounded faces of my friends waiting for me behind the fence.

With a running start, without stopping, I jumped over the fence. Someone grabbed my sleeve, but I escaped with a terrible scream, which must have been heard far from this place. We ran away from this place. They ran for a very long time. Later, completely exhausted, they sat for a while in complete silence. Everyone was in such shock that we could not speak.

After about two hours, we went out onto the road far from the place where our car was parked. We immediately stopped the car - probably, the sight of a group of exhausted and tired young guys aroused sympathy from the driver. An old man was driving. He asked what happened to us and where to take us. We told everything as it was, although we did not even hope that someone would believe us. Grandfather silently listened to our story, then said:
You guys have been in the wrong place. There, in the village, no one lives for a long time, and people constantly disappear, and no one finds them. This place is cursed, cursed.

All the way home we were silent - everyone was thinking about his own. I personally then firmly decided that I would never again be curious and travel to all sorts of villages and construction sites. You never know. To hell with all of it! I will live in the city.

This terrible story happened to me in the spring of 2014. I inherited from my distant relative, a house in a remote village, I was still surprised why it was me who inherited the inheritance, there were other relatives besides me, I don’t think anyone wants a house in the village, and even in recent times we didn’t communicate with him at all, I’m a lazy person by nature, and there were quite a few problems with documents with the inheritance, and this immediately upset me, but there was nothing to do, I had to hit the road. The next day I got into my battered car and drove to the village, the weather was good and the mood was great, so the time on the road flew by quickly.

When I arrived in the village, it turned out to be abandoned, the houses were overgrown with grass, most of the houses had fences knocked down, I drove up to my house, did not immediately go into it, leaving the car, I decided to examine the village in more detail. After a few minutes of exploring the village, I was surprised that literally every two houses there was a cemetery, it made me feel creepy and scared, then I decided to go and inspect my house. With my house there was the same situation, everything was overgrown with grass and the house itself was in poor condition. When I entered the house, the furniture was covered with a layer of dust and the house itself was more like a crypt, then I decided to go to the garden, but there a more terrible sight awaited me. There was also a cemetery right in my garden, and even with fresh graves, I thought how it could be and went to this cemetery, but there was a man standing with his back, I called him and asked, “Do you live here? I can help you with something, ”but there was no answer, I called him again and began to approach him, when he turned around I almost fainted, his face was as if he had just left the grave, pieces of earth hung on him body. I ran with all my might into the house, when I ran into the house it quickly closed, I could not dare to go to the window and see what that creature was doing, I had a panic fear, I hid in a corner and began to beg that he did not appear again. So I spent the next few hours, it was about midnight and I decided to stay until the morning to get away from this village and began to go to bed and pray that this horror would finally end.

Closer to 3 a.m. there was a knock on the door, I immediately panicked, but then I thought maybe it was the locals, for about five minutes I thought about what to do, but the knocking continued, and yet I dared to go to the window.

When I went to the window, I almost died of fear, then the creature was no longer one, but several. They noticed that I was looking at them from the window and started to knock out doors, windows, I didn’t know what to do, but they were already starting to get into the house, and I decided to run out of the house, jump into the car and rush to the highway, but when I got into it didn’t start the car, as if it were evil, I ran out of the car and ran as fast as I could, and these creatures became more and more, when I ran further they blocked my road and what they said, in a terrible, hoarse voice not like a human, I could only make out one thing, they said “You will not leave, you will stay with us”, I ran 5-6 kilometers without stopping and finally ran to the track, for a very long time I could not catch a car, I waited for several hours, but no one I didn’t drive, I thought if only these creatures didn’t appear again, but after some time I remembered that there was another federal highway nearby, I rushed to it headlong, but there were no cars there either, I just sat down and thought that maybe it’s already such a fate for me to stay in that village and suddenly I saw that many people were going far That is, to meet the car, I ran to her, there I was picked up by a man passing by who took me to the city.

On the way, he told me that people left this village and because when executions were carried out at that place and people were buried right there, and after that ghosts began to roam there, and said that even some people went crazy for these ghosts and some they even committed suicide for the fact that they could not get rid of panic fear and the fact that they then also become these ghosts and wander around that abandoned village. Several years have passed since that moment, but I never took the car, because when I remember about that village, panic fear immediately begins.

Now I understand why no one wanted to take the inheritance except me, perhaps this relative did not like me and wanted to teach me a lesson in this way because I did not communicate with him and also did not like him. Relatives may have known about this, but perhaps not, now I definitely won’t go to such places in the future and I don’t advise anyone. These creatures still appear in my dreams and tell me to come back, from this I wake up in a cold sweat and my heart jumps out of my chest.

The sad news overtook, as usual, at the most unexpected moment. The phone rang. It was the chairman of the village, in which Yegor had not appeared for more than five years. Not because he was very busy or the village was too far away. It's just that he had nothing to do with this place, except for the only grandfather who lived there. But ... by chance, a sad voice from the phone said that today he was gone, and Yegor had to come to the funeral. Since the day of the funeral fell on Saturday, there were no difficulties with this. Moreover, Yegor was the only heir, and he had to sign documents for
ownership. And so, on the appointed day, waking up early, dressed, he sat down in his old "top ten" and set off. The road there takes no more than an hour, and even then for the reason that the condition of the road does not allow you to gain a decent speed.

The old wooden skewed house caused notes of nostalgia. Almost nothing has changed since ancient times. His gaze fell on the blue coffin lid at the entrance. Grandmothers walking by are baptized. Everyone looks very worried. Egor, opening the creaky wooden gate, slowly walked to the house, the door of which was open. The smell of garlic hit my nose, which, for some reason, was hung at all windows and doors.

"Good afternoon! came a low, loud voice. Directly at the coffin stood not a small-form clergyman, but next to him the chairman of the village, convulsively fiddling with an Orthodox rosary in his hand. - Who are you to the deceased? “My name is Egor and I am the grandson of Valentin Aleksandrovich,” the guy answered unexpectedly in a trembling voice. Batiushka and the chairman looked at each other enigmatically. Silence hung in the air. Finally, the chairman, drawing in full lungs of air, spoke: "You know, recently they called from the notary's office, they said that they could come no earlier than tomorrow." Yegor, nodding approvingly and looking at the body of the deceased lying in the coffin, left the room. Strange, but grandfather, from his memoirs, had nothing to do with the person lying in the coffin. Time does its thing.

Right on the threshold, he almost ran into another tearful granny, who probably came to say goodbye. Apologizing, he was about to move on, when suddenly his attention was attracted by a barely intelligible muttering coming from the lips of the mourner. “Well… what will happen to us now… to us… to all of us….” - it was inaudible further, as she went around the corner. "Well, well," Yegor thought. Apparently everyone here knows each other. Or maybe grandfather was a jack of all trades. Going out into the open air and lighting a cigarette, I noticed that a decent number of locals had already gathered around the house. Old men and old women are almost all who remained to live in this remote village. "The time has come!" A familiar bass sounded from behind. Stepping aside and letting inside three not entirely decrepit, but still, old men and one very young boy, who looked about 15 years old, Yegor looked around, once again, at all those gathered. Absolutely all of them cried and were baptized. All were dressed in black. All this looked very strange. After all, these people ... they were not even relatives. Why are they so killed?

All the same four carried the coffin, having previously closed it with a lid, and carried it towards the cemetery, which was located directly outside the village. Everyone in the crowd followed. The rumble of weeping and prayers became louder and louder, from this Egor's head ached in earnest. He wanted to finish it all as soon as possible and leave this strange place, even though he felt somewhat ashamed of his indifference.

During the funeral, each mourner came up and threw a handful of earth while whispering something. Egor stood indifferently on the sidelines. And only at the very end did he dare to approach and, touching the coffin, mentally say goodbye and ask for forgiveness for not appearing here for so long. "Young man! - an old woman's voice sounded behind him - you are the grandson of the respected Valentin Alexandrovich, right? Oh what a blessing to have you here! Tell me, now you will take his post and continue his occupation, right? Yegor looked at her with surprised eyes: “What? What are you talking about? What's the matter?" Apparently, her husband approached the woman from behind and, taking her by the hand, began to lead her away. Her face changed: “But… but if not you, then who? WHO CAN DO THIS NOW!!!???”. Despair and anger flashed in his eyes. Yegor, wiping the drops of sweat from his forehead, hurriedly moved towards his grandfather's house, next to which he parked his car.

"It just can't be!" Yegor said aloud, looking at the cut and, accordingly, flattened all 4 wheels. The rubber looked like it had been chewed on. From around the corner of the house, with a mysterious face, the chairman came out. In his hand were again the Orthodox rosary, which he nervously fingered. Looking at the wheels and defiantly drooping, he turned to the guy:
- Well, well ... it seems that he did not have time to appear, but he already annoyed someone!
- What?! Yes, the only person with whom I communicated is you and the priest! What the hell is going on here?
- Heh ... so the local punks have so much fun. Well, whatever it was, it's fixable. Tomorrow at lunchtime Mikhalych will arrive from the city. He has his own workshop not far away, he will patch everything up for you in a jiffy! In the meantime, feel at home ... in other terms, this is now probably your home!
- Tomorrow at lunchtime? But I need today! Tell me, is there any way I can leave today? Do buses run here?
- The only bus runs at lunchtime, and it left a few hours ago. So what do you want - do not want to, but spend the night here! And even more so, the notary will arrive tomorrow, the will will be read.
- I don't care about the will, I'm leaving today, now!
Yegor took out his cell phone, found a taxi number in the telephone directory and pressed the call button. Silence. “Is this some kind of prank??? - he looked at the display, showing: “No connection” - how do you live here !!!”. Egor put the phone in his pocket and looked sadly towards the house. He understood that he would have to spend the night.
All day, sitting in a house that stank of garlic, he received "guests". It seemed that all the local old women and grandfathers decided to visit him with their condolences. And almost everyone looked at Yegor with hope in his eyes. It's just not clear what they wanted.

A priest came into the house, looking more excited than the others: “Egor. So you're staying here until tomorrow?" In response, the boy nodded approvingly. Father closed the door to the room. "Listen to me carefully. As strange as what you're about to hear sounds... you have to do everything exactly as I tell you! You understood me?! After eleven o'clock it is strictly forbidden to leave the house ... especially from this! Do not remove the garlic from the windows in any case - listing all his instructions, he seemed to be unable to keep up with his own thoughts. Yegor sat opposite and looked at him with glassy eyes. - So that you do not hear and do not see - sit in the house! Just stay here and then in the morning you can safely go home. You understood me???!!!". He grabbed the guy by the shoulders and shook him several times. There was a knock at the door. Another visitor came to visit the poor guy. The priest got up from his chair and, having crossed Yegor, left the house.

The car radio clock showed 10:45 when the guy sat in his car and listened to the radio, since there was absolutely nothing to do in the house, and this was the only place where you could hide from the annoying locals. Despite the stress of the experience, he still managed to doze off. A pleasant soothing melody came from the speakers. Nobody interfered. In his head, Yegor scrolled through all the events of the past busy day. At first, how strange everything that is happening here is, then memories came flooding back with early childhood. How he and his grandfather went fishing, how he built a wooden tree house for him ... this made me a little sad and ashamed.

A noisy radio wave made him open his eyes. “What the fuck is going on with this car,” Yegor said wearily and, reaching out with his finger to the key on the receiver, froze. His gaze settled on the dark silhouette of a man standing a few meters from the car, right in the middle of the road. Wearing a black hat and long cloak, staggering from time to time. With all his body, Yegor, he felt that this someone was looking directly at him. Goosebumps ran through the body, but the guy, opening the car door and sticking his head out, taking in air, shouted: “Holy Father, is that you?”. As expected, there was no response. Someone was in the wrong place. Egor narrowed his eyes, trying to see the stranger. But suddenly, what he saw seemed to turn everything inside him. He wasn't sure about it, and perhaps it even seemed to him at all, but ... something big and slimy, sticking out, as if from his mouth, hanging down to his stomach, moved and pulled back ... as if a huge black tongue plunged into oral cavity.
Sitting back in the car and, on the machine, locking all the doors, Yegor, drew attention to the time. 11:03. Like a bullet pierced into his head, remembering the last meeting with the priest and what he said. But ... this is just nonsense! This looks like a really bad joke! With trembling hands, convulsively, he raised his eyes again and pulled the handle, turning on the high beam... No one. There was nothing at the very spot where someone had just stood.
The distance to the house was about 20 meters. Egor looked towards the porch… the gate was wide open. He also noticed that in all the houses, in the windows of which light had recently burned, darkness reigned. The whole village seemed to plunge into a viscous black paint.
Opening the door and, without a second's hesitation, Yegor ran out of the car and rushed towards his grandfather's house. Having reached the gate and ran into the territory of the site, his leg caught on something and, almost flat, he collapsed on the grass. Getting up, already limping heavily, he continued to move towards the house. And now, having already reached the very door, opening it and about to step inside, behind him there was a terrible loud metallic rattle, from which Yegor froze ... and slowly turned his shaking head. Someone, all in the same hat and long coat, standing next to his car, slowly, with claws sticking out of his fingers, led along the body, leaving scratches and making this disgusting rattle. Yegor's heart was beating like crazy. It was like a terrible dream. Overpowering himself and finally going inside the room, closing the door behind him, he still limping, went into the room. What he should do, he didn't know. Therefore, he simply sat down against the wall on the floor and waited. Waiting for morning. It is not known how much time has passed, but either from fatigue or from shock, Yegor was able to doze off.
Knock Knock. A soft knock slowly began to pull out of sleep. Knock-knock - repeated again and the guy finally opened his eyes. Silence. Rising to his feet and looking around - still not finding the source of the sound, Yegor again took out his cell phone. There was still no connection. The clock is 4:15. And this means that it will soon become light and, for some reason, he was sure that everything will end there. And since no one has bothered him so far, it means that the priest was right.
Knock Knock. The knock was heard again on the right side of Yegor, coming from the window. The guy turned his head, and ... his legs could not hold him. Dropping to the floor, he crawled back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the window. "Knock-knock" - a long thin finger, with a claw, instead of an ordinary human nail, tapped on the glass. And beside... beside, in a gray shabby hat, staring straight at him, he saw the face of this...creature. The embittered look of a gray, unnaturally shaped face drove Yegor's soul to the very heels. From the horror experienced, it became difficult for him to breathe. With a long black tongue, it licked the glass, leaving slime on the glass, visible even in the dark, and slowly removed its head from the glass. The knock was repeated again, but this time coming from the front door. Then again - on the ceiling. At every rustle, at every sound, the presence of a monster - Yegor shuddered nervously and directed his frightened eyes in the direction of the sound. This went on until dawn. But, with the first rays of the sun, everything calmed down.
There was a knock on the door as the sun was already pouring in through the windows. These were not those demonstrative tapping, calculated to scare. It was a living human knock, followed by a low bass of the priest: “Is anyone alive ???”. Yegor, rising to shaky legs, went to the door. He hesitated for a minute, until another loud knock, he opened the door. Light hit him in the face, from which, closing his eyes, he almost collapsed to the floor. The priest, with a stern look, looked at the guy. From his look, it immediately became clear that no explanations were required here. He already knows everything. “So… he did come after all…” he spoke softly, going inside. "I'm glad I didn't get to you." "What? Who? Who was that?" Yegor wheezed, rising in a plaintive voice. "Freak. Daemon. The curse of our village. A predator that comes out to hunt every night. Haven't you noticed that we have practically only old men and old women? After what it did to Maria's seven-year-old daughter…” He trailed off. But, drawing air into his lungs, he continued - everyone who could, left this God-cursed place. And they took their children." “But, but why don’t you leave here yourself???” Yegor froze with a questioning expression on his face. “Because we are the only thing keeping him here. And yesterday was not the last hunter to fight back. Restraining beast. What will happen to us now ... ".

The clergyman, shaking his head, waved his hand towards the street: “The notary came .... I don't think this will come as a surprise to you. Now this is your home and your land. There are documents in the board, you need to sign. Yes, and this is also for you - he held out an old rusty key, on a badly worn cord. - I have no idea what it is. Your car is ready. You can leave this place." he said and left the house. Yegor, once again looking around the room, completely unaware of what to do with all this, was about to go outside.

The wooden plank, under his left foot, emitted a not loud, but attention-grabbing, creak. It was a cellar. After hesitating, Yegor, nevertheless closed front door and, with difficulty, was able to open the cellar door. Beneath it was another door... or rather a metal hatch, locked. It was not difficult to guess that it was the key that the priest had given him that came up to this lock. Turning it, there was a low metallic crack, and the passage was opened. Uncertainly, along the steep iron stairs, Yegor nevertheless went down. He fumbled for a light switch on the wall, flipped it on, and the room lit up with a bright light.

The walls of a small underground room were densely hung with all kinds of inventory, the meaning of which, after what was seen, is not difficult to guess. A crossbow, an old pistol from the Soviet era, transparent glass balls with painted Orthodox crosses, a wire net, heads of garlic, a double-barreled gun… Egor felt dizzy with surprise. The day before yesterday, he lived an ordinary life, went to work, met girls, went to clubs. And now a secret has fallen on his shoulders, the burden of which, it seemed, is prohibitive.

Going out into the yard, he saw that his car was indeed standing, ready to depart. The only thing that reminds me of a terrible night is three scratches on the driver's door. Gathering, but not having time to take a step, his eyes fell on something dark gray lying in the bushes. Egor leaned over. Realizing that this was an echo, a feeling of all-consuming fear experienced at night came. These were wooden Orthodox rosaries. The very ones that the chairman of this village twirled annoyingly. Taking them in his hands, a trace of a thick, slimy substance remained on Yegor's hands. Exactly the same that remained on the window, now his, at home. Putting the find in his pocket, he again went into the room and closed both doors of the cellar.

With a confident gait, the guy went out into the street, got into the car and, having started it, parked on the territory of the house. Closing the gate behind him, he caught the surprised look of the same priest who was standing on the other side of the road. Not loudly, rather even for himself, Yegor said in a confident voice: "I'm staying."