Okay, now I want to share with you the horror stories that happened in our old house in the village. First. So, I usually slept in the village on my bed, but I terribly wanted to sleep a huge couch that was in the living room. I persuaded parents. Here, everything is asleep, and I could not sleep. I considered the room, and then my eyes fell on a chair, standing at the window. On one of them fell moonlight, and as strange as it may seem, but I saw sitting there a girl who looked fixedly at me. I was not afraid of these things, because I was little, so I don't think that I might seem so. Okay, I understand if it lasted a couple of seconds, but it's happened before that moment until I fell asleep. In short, it was scary enough, and I blinked to drive this "vision", but she didn't. Sometimes she turned away and looked out the window, and occasionally back to me. Anyway, I finally fell asleep, but I still do not understand what it was. Perhaps indeed a vision. II. Everything happened again during the night. This time I decided to sleep with my mother. Behold, all asleep, silence, when our dog starts barking. I looked at her, and she was lying on the damn chair. I was pretty scared and hissed at her, and she stopped. I lay back, and it feels good, but then she starts to bark again. I was extremely surprised by the fact that parents don't wake up, but didn't betray value. I decided that I will not even get up this time, but broke down and did it in the same moment there was silence, as if nothing had happened. I wanted to wake my mother, because I was scared, but I held on. So, I go to sleep, as there she starts to bark again. I couldn't stand, sat down and tried to silence her, but nothing she did not caulk. I woke my mother said that our dog is barking, and in the same moment there was silence, that seem designed. Mom told me to go to bed, and then repeated it a couple more times: a dog barking, I woke my mother was quiet. I was beginning to hate this house. And now something frightening associated with this house. This is actually a dream. I don't know I dreamed it before the death of my grandfather, or after, but listen. My grandparents loved to sleep on the porch, it is important, if that. So I dream that there comes death with a scythe. Seriously. I look around, and behind me my grandmother with my mother, it is suspected that the death could take Grandma disappear, was only grandfather. I dreamed it after the sale of the house, and now I'm damn glad we got rid of him. I hate it, too many strange and terrible things associated with it. Sometimes I feel like to go back there, but at night to leave immediately. I am afraid of nothing so much as this old country house.
