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“A woman was recently murdered in our house entrance at the Automobile Plant. I knew her well. This lady was not very strict behavior. Lived she is alone, and led a loose lifestyle. Men wanting a big and free love, enough with his head. One evening in there was a drunken brawl in the porch, and this woman was stabbed not less than ten strokes. She died before reaching the operating room. Blood and walls on the floor were washed, whitened, painted over several time. I don’t know who undertook the organization of the funeral, but I know that they buried her at the Avtozavodsky cemetery. Investigators came several times to us, but on that ill-fated day we were just in guests and could not say any details. Some time later they said that the killer was found. The apartment was sealed, passion subsided. “” Often, walking up the staircase to the floor, where there was a murder, I did not feel very pleasant. Not fear, namely some kind of anxious feeling. And accelerated the pace rising to his own floor above. In the stairwell, by the way, we have light bulbs installed that respond to movement: when you pass the span on the lower platform, the light goes out, and then the floor on which you have already risen, on the contrary, lights up. I get up, go through the “ill-fated” floor, I already got the keys. Only me I’m stepping on my platform as they burst sharply and fly to smithereens light bulbs on my and lower floors, and immediately after in the doorway is twilight, I hear a wild female behind me scream. “” The scream was so loud and hysterical that it pierced me horror and my legs became cottony and my head didn’t do anything I thought. I thought my heart would stop from fear. I woke up from the pungent smell of ammonia and the light of a flashlight. The neighbor who held arm in arm, began to question me – what happened, what kind of woman screaming for the whole porch? And another neighbor said that he smoked on the top floor, heard the doorbell slam, and a moment later, too, deaf from a piercing scream. He right there went down to see what happened, shining a lighter, and recognized me. Then a neighbor came out with a flashlight and another neighbor, who brought ammonia. I still can’t find a rational explanation of what happened. I began to sleep restlessly, I accept sedatives. And now I know for sure that the afterlife exist”.
