Lalka_Travilaf, 14 мая 2018 г., 7:38
Nikolai and I sat in the same room and stuck in the chat. Our favorite pastime was to play the game ''Cannons and Barrels''. Having collected black and gold cannon balls, we started the game. Nick with his smartphone, and I with mine. During the game, we met a girl whose nickname consisted of incomprehensible symbols. When Nick hit an iron barrel and won the fire cannon ball that this girl wanted to take, she wrote in a chat room, ''You have three days to live.'' We laughed and did not attach much importance to it. However, after a couple of hours in the apartment began to happen strange things. Nick went to the balcony to smoke. Leaning on the side, he watched from the sixth floor down, when suddenly just ten centimeters from his head flew a pot of flowers. Yet a little - and if it wouldn't have killed him, or crippled for sure. He told me about it, and I was surprised. Then we decided to have a snack. In the fridge was the cake we bought yesterday in the store. Cut off a piece, Nick began to eat it as suddenly stopped, spitting out the bitten off piece. Within glittered a fragment of a glass. - Did you cut yourself? - I asked Nikolay. - Here, - he pointed me to a piece of tooth that was broken by glass. We started looking for this girl in the chat room, but all the searches failed - the characters we were trying to type were unacceptable in the Galaxy. Nick went home and I threw away the cake and went to bed. ****** The next day we met again, and he told me how he found a dead pigeon under his pillow at home. And again we sat chatting and playing our favorite game. And again we met the same girl. Nick began to ask her why she cursed him, but the girl was surprised and said that never had contact with him. Then we began to search the Internet for legends about the ghosts of chat. Dug up a few of these stories and asked several veteran in chat who advised her son to lock up the house and not go out until the three days were meted out to Nick Ghost girl. Before leaving Nick suddenly started bleeding from the nose. I helped him to wash and walked him home. ****** Two more days passed. From one of the mutual friends I learned that at home Nick had a fire, but he didn't manage to get out. Before he could open his own apartment door, which pinned two dozen of locks and suffocated in the smoke of the burning apartment. Author: Me.
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