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Night ghost storyteller
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I promised here to tell you about a haunted apartment - I tell you.
Perhaps, of course, I will be hospitalized after this post. But then I will have to hospitalize another 10 people.

Many years ago in St. Petersburg, my friends and I were looking for an apartment. The one in which we lived was put up for sale, the hostess, Masha, my good friend, says:

“Look until you find me, I'll look, too, not to put you on the street.”

The search somehow moved through a stump deck, the agencies did not want to pay, the prices were hellish, we are learning, there was no extra money.
Then Masha calls:
- Listen, the apartment has freed up, I myself once lived in it. 4 rooms, normal area, I know the owners, the price is such and such.
- Wow! - The price was at least one and a half times lower than the market. But I wrote off the fact that the apartment, all the same - by acquaintance.
Met with the owner. A handsome, slightly gray-haired man in a BMW of the latest model.
It became quite obvious that this apartment was not the only source of his income.
The man had a conversation with me, which is best characterized by the word "interrogation." Where are the students, from whom will you defend yourself, but you know such and such, and what do you read and so on.
The test, as I understand it, passed, because he passed the apartment right away.
The three of us drove there - I and two friends. Each room, plus a living room.

In the evening they wore things, laid them out, that is, exhausted themselves to the edge. On the very first morning, let’s say, Oksana, about whom I will write a book one day.
Oksana is known for combining the incongruous in her - this is the most important materialistic pragmatist among my friends. At the same time - a person with the most developed intuition in the world.
“It will rain, I won’t go,” Oksana usually says. A blinding sun shines through the window, birds sing.
- But according to the forecast there will be! Look in the yard! Read Gismeteo!
- Will not go.
We do not have time to argue, because the distinctive rumble of thunder overlaps the screech. So usually.
And so, on the first morning Oksana comes up to me with bulging eyes.
- Mash, I had such a dream !!!
- What?
- As if some woman flew out the window. Come on, - we trudge into the living room, - I came out of here, she had eyes ... I don’t know how to say, colorless. I'm scared fucked up!
I’m not to be numb for a long time, I confess, I was scared too.
Then Oksana unexpectedly opens the window.
- Go here!
Hanging over a windowsill in special grooves ... a mop. Ordinary mop, mop the floor.
But the morning ceased to be languid.
We didn’t scare our third friend, we decided to score - you never know who stores the mop.
They began to settle down, everything seemed to be in order.
I remember the first alarm bell - I’m sitting in my room. Here I hear - a roar in the corridor, a clatter (and we had cats, two pieces). Fucking, I think, jumping. I lower my eyes and see that both creatures are naturally at my feet. There is no one at home.
At such moments I am greener and lose the ability to even yell.
Another time, I wake up at night. In a semi-unconscious state, I can’t move my foot or hand, I clearly see that someone entered the room and passed by.
The fact is that there is nowhere to go past, there is a wall.
I didn’t say how long I was in a daze and fell into oblivion.
The next morning she convinced herself that she imagined.
Oksana and the second friend no, no, and they reported that they heard the stomp.
Then a mug of boiled water turned over to Oksana - stood and turned over. It was before our eyes.
Well, the last straw was like that.
Guests, fun, creeping around the rooms. We put the guests separately, we ourselves will cooperate with Oksana.
About three hours screaming, the light comes on, I get up, drag myself, rustling my nightgown.
- What?
“Someone is walking in your hallway.”
- Well, maybe someone went to the toilet!
- Who ?!
Really. At that moment, sleepy Oksana and our third girlfriend creep out. Everyone was asleep.
The next morning I called Masha.
“Mash, did you notice anything strange in the apartment?”
- Fuck, I was waiting! - answered Mashka, - you also rattle and walk, right? At first we were afraid, then we scored, and then we moved out.
Well, no, it was not enough for some ghost to drive me out, I said, and we continued to live as if nothing had happened.
We were young and often drunk, the guests walked in shoals.
Some of them claimed to have seen a woman through their eyes.
One of our friends said that he woke up at night from the fact that he was hit on the head. Needless to say, no one was in the room at that moment.

In general, it ended up being the main opponent of a religious cult, the first to bring candles and icons to the house. Oksana burned. Candles smoked and popped - for the first time I saw black smoke.
After the ceremony, it seemed to become quieter, in any case, boiling water no longer fell on anyone.
But the pots in the kitchen continued to rattle, they heard footsteps periodically at night, cats no, no, but shy away from something invisible.
We lived there as a result of 5 years.
In this apartment, very, very many met, got married, got a job, broke up and left for permanent residence abroad. All of Izhevsk, half of St. Petersburg and part of the capital traveled there. If you have not been there - even amazing.

By the way, we once photographed a ghost. More precisely, opinions were divided - some believe that the ghost in the photo,