Lalka_Travilaf, 14 мая 2018 г., 7:22
I, as usual, reading a book, occasionally glancing out the window. It just went to the dark forest, which went very strange rumors. Said that anyone who came up with the idea to walk through the woods, not returned. One day a group of six tourists decided to get to the Parking lot through the forest at night. All six were gone. I looked at the clock, eleven o'clock. When I wanted to sleep, my attention was attracted by a strange noise outside the house. Taking the cigarette, I went out to see what happens there. Once on the street, I looked around: the noise disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. And then I heard a voice, he could be heard a hundred meters away from me from somewhere in the forest. The voice belonged to my late brother who had an accident on his car. At first I thought I heard it, but the loud speech repeated again: ''Artem, come here! I'm waiting for you!'' Of course, I decided that audio hallucinations are effects of insomnia, but when I went to the door of his own cottage, she suddenly closed right before my nose. The voice called out again. There was a flashlight in my jacket, but it didn't really calm me down. Then I went to the neighbor's house. The knock on the door no one answered, although I saw that the house lights on. I looked in the window and recoiled: the room was a table on which was a lamp, and right in front of her was sitting on a chair neighbor. Why did I recoil? The neighbor had no head, and the table was splattered with blood. Then I was left with no option but to move into the woods. After walking a hundred meters, I suddenly stopped. Something kept me from going over the edge of the forest. Perhaps a matter of intuition, and I was just told that I'm making a mistake. But it was too late: someone or something pushed me right into the woods. ****** For a moment everything faded, but after a moment, I stood up and dusted himself off. What the hell? On all sides was a forest. I lit a cigarette, looking around on sides. The edge and my house was not visible even in the distance, only coniferous trees, which took an ugly shape. Stupor brought me the voice of his brother. He called somewhere deep into the forest. I already three times regretted, that has converged to this the forest, but, as the saying goes, late to drink Borjomi, when vodka already is open. Turning on the wit, I walked in the opposite direction from where the voice came. In all films the characters follow the spirits, get into trouble, I also wanted to live a little. Yes and there is no I have such a curiosity. Everything mysterious must remain untouched or touched, but not by me; ''Pandora's box'' is not a toy. About an hour I wandered through the woods, guided by the voice of a deceased brother, or rather, as far away from him. And all of a sudden, there was a light on the edge, and next to my cottage, where I spent the last couple of weeks, taking care of the vegetable garden. Having got out on a pillow, I noticed that my lamp is extinguished, and ahead there was a dark silhouette. He has something clutched in his hands. God, axe... And the second? And in the second drawn was head. Is that really my neighbor's head? I had no choice but to turn and run into the woods, but here's the thing: I stumbled, and I think I twisted my leg. A second later, I saw this man's face -- it belonged to my brother. The swing of the ax... ****** Am I dead? No. I was just lying in my bed, I guess it was a nightmare. On the street the sun was shining brightly. The weather was gorgeous. The only thing that bothered me was someone's voices, and I think someone's knocking on my door. Dressed, I opened it. On the threshold stood a man in police uniform. From talking to him, I found out my neighbor was missing. According to the neighbor's wife, he went into the woods for mushrooms, but did not return until dark... Author: Me.
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