An uninvited guest biography

Please do not forget to indicate the source when used. This story happened to me a little more than a year ago. I don’t know why I suddenly wanted to tell it, perhaps tired of keeping it all in myself. So, as I said, it was a year ago. I was already 23 years old, but I still lived with my parents. This, of course, was pretty tired of, and I decided to move away from them. To begin with, I decided to rent a small house on the outskirts of our city until I find a suitable option.

So, I won’t describe the move in details, unless I add that the owner of the house was indescribably glad that I had handed over my house, it is clear: no one had been settled in the house for a long time, to which the huge layer of dust on furniture indicated, and the “bushes” of the web in the corners. But after good cleaning, the house was quite comfortable. I started studying the house from the street - the crowned yard, a small building to me it seemed to me a garage, and, in fact, a garden.

Almost everyone had gardens here, which is why it was a feeling that I was in the village. On this acquaintance with the courtyard ended, and was forced to return to the house. Evening, the same day. Unfortunately, there was no TV at all in the house. I didn’t expect such a development of events, but the house was a book regiment with various books that did not let me get bored. I got carried away, in general, I am one such book.

It was already quite dark outside, but I could not tear myself away from my occupation. But suddenly the light went out in the house. I was not particularly upset, because the clock was already eleven hours, and tomorrow Monday - early to work. To the touch I got to the bed, undressed and went to bed.

It was sleeping badly, in a new place it was a little unusual, but still, having laid somewhere by one in the morning, I fell asleep morning, the next day. I woke up early, quickly gathered to work, did not even have breakfast. To surprise, he noticed that the window in the kitchen is wooden, the old one, with peeled paint, was open. A thought slipped through my head, like “how I forgot to close it”, but because of a hurry, I closed it without special proceedings and left the house.

After a working day, I did not go home right away: I drove to a friend, lent Telik from him, saying "for the time being, until I find constant housing." At his Gazelle brought him to my house. Now I had a TV. I forgot about the book that I read, and now I was sitting with a can of beer and boots with sausage by the TV. Some stupid programs and all sorts of show were twisted on it, but it was not the main thing - now I had a TV.

I rejoiced at him like a child. For the time being, for the time, suddenly, electricity disappeared again. In the mind, covering this area with a nine -story obscenity, I wandered to sleep - there was no point in sitting on. I already lay down in the bed, when suddenly a long creak was heard in the kitchen. At first I did not make out what it was, but then it dawned on me that it was opening a window.

This, of course, did not surprise me - the windows here were so old that they could just fall apart from the draft. But to go to close it, I also did not go to a cowardly appearance, and there is. I decided to ignore this event, and even for a while I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept for a long time, but I woke up the same night. Woke up from the cold. Looks like it was necessary to close the window.

Having gathered the will in a fist, I got up from behind the bed, and followed the sideboard, where, in theory, candles were supposed to be. Having groped out his pants, I took out the lighter, and opened the sideboard door. He took a candle, lit. I saw my face in the mirror, which was together with the rear wall of the sideboard, and to the left of the face - a small gray spot, it was this stain that made me shit with bricks.

I was paralyzed. It was someone's face. The dead is pale, I would say an inhuman face. At first, nothing was visible on it, but then their nose, lips, eyebrows, eyes, they are still stored in my memory. Not that they were not there, they were completely as it seemed to me, bottomless, black eyes. In general, I stood with my back to "this", I was not able to move. I wanted to scream at the same time with horror, turn around, and to run away the thought of jumping out the window, but I was not able to act.

I began to look for everything that could save my life, first spent my eyes on the shelf where the candles stood, when his hand fell on my shoulder. I looked into his eyes, and I was seized even more horror: he also looked into my eyes, I turned around. Our views crossed only for a second, but it seemed that it lasted forever. Faces, to my surprise, no longer suddenly turned on in the room, the light went to bed, I forgot to turn it off, and I squinted, looked around the room.

The clock showed three hours. I turned on the TV, and for the whole night, until the morning I sat in a chair, in shock from what happened. I decided to go out to the toilet only in the morning, at half a day all this time I suffered. At seven I was going to work, deciding in the near future not to appear at work, I moved a little from what I saw, but this face did not come out of my head.

Simultaneously with fear, I tried not to believe my eyes. Hallucination, the fruit of imagination, sleep, refraction of light - the versions put forward the most diverse. But he still decided not to return home.Met with a friend - Vasya, asked to spend the night, referring to the wretchedness of the house I rented. Vasyok, of course, did not refuse me, and allocated me a place in a folding chair, where I could plunge into the world of dreams.

In general, we watched football, drank a beer, and I went to bed. There were seven, or eight on the clock, but I have been on my feet from three in the morning, so I turned off pretty quickly. The night passed without incident, and in the morning I went to work again. During the break, I found myself more suitable housing, closer to the place of work and to the center of the city in general.

It remains only to collect things that, unfortunately, were in my house. But before going home, I went to Vaska, with an offer to help me. He dissuaded in every possible way, so I had to tell him part of the story. I kept silent about the pale guest, spoke only about strange sounds and about the window opening, but this was enough to interest my friend. The jokes of me, they say, "we need to loop less," he agreed, and we moved to the bus stop.

About twenty minutes later we were in place. I kept the key to the door in old shoes, the regiment with which was still more original in front of the door than just under the rug. I took out the key and opened the door. Nothing has changed inside. Even the ill -fated window in the kitchen was closed. We collected almost all my things, only left the TV in its place.

As soon as we were going to go out, Vasily looked at his watch that hung on the wall, and then on his wristwell, waved his hand and sat in a chair. The last minibus left three minutes ago. Indeed, already nine hours. Where will you go, looking at night? It’s not as wretched here as you told. They did not show anything interesting, but there was no other lesson here. I took a chair and sat next to him, staring at the TV.

Time was approaching midnight, and I already wanted to go to bed. My friend watched some other crap, and was unlikely to go to bed in the near future. It was then that the creak was heard from the kitchen. This sound was familiar to me - the creak of the window in the kitchen. То самое окно.