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This story was told by a resident of one of the regional centers of Russia, called himself Andrew. And he did this in order to warn people from dangers that may lie in wait for them in such a seemingly Quiet and peaceful place, like a cemetery. So, here is his story …
… My father died when I was twelve years old. Despite so much young age, I well understood what happened, and was literally crushed by the grief that fell on us. During a funeral in general something unimaginable was happening; it seemed to me that I was going crazy with unbearable heartache and tearing heart female scream. When the coffin was lowered into the grave, I retreated a few steps back: I was unbearable to see my father forever (!) hiding from us in this damp, acrid smelling land. Nobody noticed, as I backed up, at that moment they did not pay attention to me at all, and I suddenly felt that I just couldn’t stay here anymore. What a second – and a monstrous pain will literally tear me apart from the inside! ..
I took another step back, and more … and, finally getting out of the crowd, rushed to run, not understanding where and why. I had to hide, take a break, at least briefly hide from the terrible, irreparable trouble …
I ran, apparently, for a long time, because, having come to myself, I didn’t heard neither screams nor voices – nothing at all but silence, interrupted only by bird twitter. I stood near an abandoned grave. On the monument, which was drowned in the weeds until the middle, it was knocked out name, for some reason, immediately crashing into my memory: Alexander Simbirtsev Ignatievich.
The chill of an afterlife presence
I stood and breathed heavily – from a long run and tears … And suddenly felt that I’m not alone here, that someone is alien and hostile standing behind me. My heart sank, I wanted to run further, but then something icy gripped my hand … Fear did not allow me to see what it was; screaming frantically, I rushed out of everyone forces and raced, not taking the road.
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I ran, jumping over something, winding between the graves, and shouted almost non-stop. I realized that I was lost in this a huge city of the dead, where beyond every grave mound can lurking something inhumanly terrible, beyond …
Some old women stopped me, they began to calm me down, oh ask something. I answered with difficulty that we buried my dad, and then I got lost. Akhai and okhaya, compassionate old women took me to the cemetery gate, where I was already rushing about in desperate alarm my mother is surrounded by comforting relatives and friends …
Nobody scolded me, everyone was too shocked and exhausted by the events of this painful day. Sitting on the bus taking us from the cemetery, I probably could calm down a bit and to relax if I didn’t feel someone else invisible again the presence that made me feel cold. Dare I even turned his head, but no one unfamiliar and all the more terrible in Salon did not see. During the commemoration, the unpleasant sensation intensified: I could not eat, although he was hungry, and sat in a kind of numbness …
By evening it got worse: I literally fell asleep on the go and at the same time time panicky afraid to go to bed. Why I did not talk about everything mom or grandmother? Probably because I didn’t want to scare them and upset even more. However, now I do not remember this. But I remember the painful sensation of something terrible and inevitable that was supposed to happen at night.
I slept in the same room with my sister. Angela lay down long ago putting out the light; her sleepy breath was heard in the darkness. Timidly approached I to my bed, slipped silently under the covers and closed my eyes. It seemed to me that it would appear in the dark, that who relentlessly followed me from an abandoned grave …
Help of the deceased father
… I dreamed of some kind of maze – the interweaving of endless gloomy corridors along which I fled, escaping from the terrible pursuit. But no matter how I tried to break away from my pursuer, he gradually caught up with me, breathing into the back of my head with a grave cold …
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Realizing that they have driven me into a dead end and what will happen to me now something more terrible than death, I pressed into the wall. But the wall suddenly turned out to be a door; she swung open and someone’s hands dragged me into a darkened room. I saw … father.
“Listen to me, son,” he spoke hastily and somehow muffledly. “ The one who is chasing you is a former suicide, he was not allowed to bury in the cemetery. He is ill, his spirit is between heaven and earth. He needs your body. But don’t be afraid, with the dawn it will disappear and no longer bother you. Just remember, son, before that he will call you. I don’t know how, so don’t respond to anything. No way, got it? ”
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The next moment I woke up. My heart was beating fearfully I was wet with sweat. The dream seemed so real to me, in my ears yet last words of father sounded! .. I lay staring out the window, behind with which the sky was already pouring in the morning green, peacock color, and did not know what to expect from the coming day. Suddenly I heard Angela quietly call me by name.
“What do you want?” – I wanted to say, but for some reason did not say. IN the next second I understood why. “Do not respond to anything,” – my father told me, and I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping.
“Andrey, I know that you’re not sleeping,” the sister said. – I have something in my eye. Get up, look.
“I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you at all,” I began to repeat inwardly.
“Andryusha, what are you,” said Angela plaintively. – After all, painfully!..
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” I ordered mentally.
“Well, Andrey, well, get up,” the sister asked. – Well, you are welcome…
“Yes, it’s really not her!” I suddenly realized. “Angela never acts like that! ”
And, as if to confirm my thoughts, her voice barked with undisguised malice:
– Get up and look into my eye! Right now!
But now I knew that I wouldn’t do it for anything. And the one who spoke in my sister’s voice, probably understood this, because suddenly erupted in rough language pronounced by male bass.
But I already realized that he won’t do anything to me. Me and my father – we turned out to be stronger than him. And the second thing that I realized was even more important. My father has not disappeared! He did not die at all! He is somewhere, he loves me and, as before, takes care of me! ..
And when I realized this, I cried again. But I cried already in another way, a feeling of gratitude and such an unbearably painful love as I have never felt for living father …
– Andryusha, what are you? Is it because of dad?
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Awakened by my crying, Angela came up, sat on my bed and began to stroke my head, wipe my tears. And they beat the window the first rays of the sun, scattering everything dark, creepy, evil, and afraid I had no one else …
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