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A cursed house with a killer ghost

Each house has its own history

By Julia NjordPublished about a year ago 8 min read
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My grandfather was never an inventor or a lover of lies. One day we were sitting with him after dinner, talking, and our conversation touched on the topic of the other world. I was sure that my grandfather would only laugh at me, but he remained completely serious and told me a story from his youth, which I could not get out of my head for a long time.

About 50 years ago, a young grandfather Andrew came to the village on assignment to teach mathematics to local children.

The village was not very large, but very picturesque. Andrew got off the dusty bus at the bus station with a small suitcase and began to look around in search of greeters. A few minutes later, he noticed a tall, thin man who ran up to him, out of breath.

"Sorry I'm late. Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

"No. I just got off the bus."

"Well, okay, okay. Come on, I'll walk you to school. Let's sign the papers and take a look around at the same time."

The school was spacious, two-story. With a fresh renovation. In general, I was pleasantly surprised by the internship from the city."

After all the procedures, the school principal sent Andrew to a local grandmother. He was first placed in her house in a spare room. Although the village was small, the young man managed to get lost and headed through the undergrowth to the outermost house. A man was standing at the house, with his back to Andrew, chopping wood. The young man immediately noticed that the house was too shabby, all askew, with a broken window.

"Wherever people live," he thought to himself.

There was not much choice, and Andrew turned to the man.

"Excuse me! "He was trying to attract attention to himself. There was no reaction, but Andrew continued. "Can you tell me how to get to Molodezhnaya Street? I need Grandma Maria's house." The man did not move an ear, continuing to chop wood.

Andrew was still hesitating next to him, but realizing that the conversation would not work, he walked along the houses in the hope of meeting someone else.

After wandering for about half an hour, he came to the right house. Grandma Maria welcomed him with open arms. She sat him down at the table and started asking him about his first impressions.

"You have a very beautiful and not so small village here. Imagine, I got lost while walking to you.", Andrew continued. "Of course, your people are strange, I met one guy, I wanted to find out the way, so he didn't pay attention to me at all, he didn't even turn to me."

"Where does he live, my dear? All our people are kind and will not leave in trouble."The old lady frowned.

"Yes, there, almost on the outskirts, is a crooked house, next to a copse. I didn't see the man's face, but it seemed to me that he was forty years old."

Grandmother Maria turned pale and began to cross herself.

"What are you, may God be with you. No one lives there. It's been ten years. No one lives there, as a peasant chopped up the whole family with an axe and hanged himself."

Andrew felt that the hair on his head was moving, and goosebumps ran all over his body. He saw him, as well as Grandmother Maria now.

"Yes, it was probably another house," Andrew squeezed out.

Grandma Maria looked at the young man warily, exhaled and tried to calm him down by changing the topic of conversation.

At night, Andrew slept badly, he kept seeing this man and his axe. The terrible story did not get out of my head and promised nightmares. He was trying to logically explain to himself what had happened. The best versions seemed to him to be sunstroke or overwork and hallucinations as a result. He refused to believe in any devilry.

Time passed, and every time he passed by this house, Andrew cautiously looked into the windows, afraid to see something again.

One Friday evening, Grandma Maria persuaded Andrew to go to a local club for dancing. He spent too much time reading books and checking homework.

Cheerful music was playing in the club, there were not many people, but Andrew found a common language with one of the companies. A cheerful and talkative girl from this company attracted him, and he tried in every possible way to attract her attention. After dancing a lot, they all went to see the girls at home together. The club was located next to the thicket, and the fearless comrades decided to cut it and go through it. The atmosphere was frightening, the dark forest was filled with rustles and barely perceptible whispers.

"What if we get lost now and go out to that creepy house that's on the outskirts?" The same girl Anna asked with fear in her eyes.

"Even if we go out, we will definitely bring you home." said Andrew.

"You're just not a local and you don't know that the house is cursed and all sorts of evil spirits live there." Anna insisted.

"I assure you, there are no evil spirits here. It's just a fairy tale to scare children. You can't believe everything they tell you. " Andrew said proudly.

"Look, the smartest one has arrived here. Have you been to this house yourself to say that there is nothing there? And so I was here and saw everything with my own eyes." Said the guy who was in their company.

"And what did you see there? In my fright, I imagined something, here you go and confuse people with all sorts of nonsense." Andrew was ready to defend his case at any cost, because Anna was there and closely followed the dispute.

"Come on, smartass, go to that house and stay there for the night. There's nothing to worry about, prove to everyone that I'm lying. "The young man was seething with anger.

"And I'll go, because I really have nothing to be afraid of." - Half a ton higher than usual, said Andrew. And immediately regretted what he had said, but there was nothing to do.

Now they're all standing outside this damn house and looking at each other. One of the guys pushed Andrew into the house, and he resolutely crossed the threshold. The door slammed shut behind him.

Once inside, Andrew looked around. It was very dark, and even though the eye was extinguished, a shiver ran down his spine from the realization of where he was. The mind turned off treacherously, and a feeling of fear and danger overwhelmed the guy. He wanted to run back to the guys, but then they would laugh at him, he couldn't let that happen. When his eyes got used to the darkness, Andrew saw a spacious room, an inconspicuous staircase leading to the attic, and a gaping hole in the floor that used to be a basement. There was practically no furniture or any things there. One table, a long bench to his right, and a stove covered with some kind of cloth. Squinting at the hole and taking a deep breath, Andrew went to the bench and sat down on it. From the street came the voices and chuckles of the guys. They were a little calming.

Suddenly everything abruptly quieted down, as well as the voices and sounds of nature. Andrew felt uneasy, and he looked out the window, the guys were in their places, their lips were moving, but there was no sound. He knocked on the window with his knuckles, but there was no distinctive sound. Suddenly it became very cold. Again a wave of goosebumps ran through his body, when the next second, turning his head to the left, he saw the shadow of a man with an axe at the ready. His breath caught in his throat, and his heart skipped a few beats. The shadow slowly swayed from side to side, seemingly not noticing the young man. Swallowing hard, the guy shivered and, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw, looked out the window, a second later there was a creak of floorboards behind him, which made Andrew jump on the spot and turn around sharply. A small white shadow darted into the basement in one motion, he noticed only pale thin legs. A terrifying female scream followed, it was so loud that Andrew had to cover his ears with his palms. He doubled over, gritting his teeth. The sound disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Opening his eyes, the guy saw in front of him the broken bodies of two people on the floor in a pool of blood and a man hanging on the crossbar of a T-shirt. Andrew backed away from this picture and, leaning against the wall, tightly squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to make himself believe that his eyes were deceiving him.

A light, cold hand touched his cheek, and the guy shuddered, but did not open his eyes.

"Look at me. Look what he did to us. Look, look..."

The whispers came from everywhere at the same time, it seemed to be right in the guy's head.

"I don't want to, I won't." Andrew shouted.

"I said, look!" A hoarse, loud voice rang out right next to his face.

Andrew took off and, without opening his eyes, ran out of the house. The first rays of the sun blinded him. The guys weren't around anymore. He spent the night there, as agreed.

Grandfather Andrew worked there as a teacher for another 2 years, but he never approached this house again and did not continue to communicate with those guys.

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