Scary village stories. A mysterious scary story about the abandoned village of Pegasovo. Legends and tales

I want to tell you a terrible story that radically changed my life. Everyone probably knows our famous traveler Fyodor Konyukhov? So, he is my idol... And I had a dream to go around the whole world, yes, yes, just go around, of course, a fool would understand that this is impossible, but I tried to make traveling on foot as long as possible.

When our legs were too weak to walk, we hitched a ride; fortunately, we met extremely friendly drivers. Oh yes, I didn’t travel alone, I have a best friend, as they say, “along with the cradle.” By the way, thanks to Sanka, we started traveling; as soon as he found out about my crazy dream, he was fired up to “travel” all of Russia from west to east!

This story happened almost a year ago, I don’t know why I decided to tell it, I think I just wanted to talk it out. In general, then Sanko and I walked about fifty kilometers on foot, no less, we set out from Orenburg, the goal was Magnitogorsk. The forces are zero, according to the map the nearest village is about forty kilometers away, idiots, how could we have miscalculated like that, we expected to get there by ten o’clock! It's already eleven, and we're only halfway through! It’s bitterly cold, it’s autumn after all, and as luck would have it, not a single ride... but then Sanya notices a sign: “Transshipment 3.” Our joy knew no bounds, we simply flew these three kilometers in one breath, hoping to warm up and sleep off.

Approaching the village, we did not notice a single burning window, well, we think everyone is already asleep, but in the villages they go to bed early. It was not convenient to wake people up, so we decided to walk around the village, someone must be awake! Oddly enough, not a sound was heard, not even a dog barking. It's like everything has died out here! Having walked from edge to edge of the village, we stopped at one of the houses. They went around him, knocking on the windows. Nobody responded! Out of desperation, we decided to get inside to at least warm up. They opened the window, climbed in, there were locks on the two doors that were in this room. And you couldn’t get into the attic: there was a large barn lock on the hatch, things and mirrors were covered with white sheets, and next to the stove there was an armful of firewood... In general, the house, fortunately, turned out to be non-living!

“We need to light the stove, let’s warm ourselves up a little,” I said to Sanka, who, without listening to me, was about to rush to the firewood lying on the floor, when suddenly steps were heard above our heads... as if someone was barely trudged in the attic. It was clear from the sounds that “something” was coming towards the hatch.

The hair on my head stood on end, I couldn’t wrap my head around it: it was like someone could be walking in an abandoned house, in a closed attic. Sashka jerked sharply towards his backpack and began fidgeting nervously in it. Grabbing something, he ran up and shoved it into the gap between the ceiling and the hatch... the steps stopped. I, not understanding at all what was happening, asked Sasha what he did, he muttered that he put the icon there. He was a believer and did not like to discuss it.

“Let’s warm up quickly and get out of here onto the highway, it’s better to walk through the night.”
Suddenly, steps were heard behind him, just as leisurely as in the attic. Someone was approaching us...

I was numb, I couldn’t move, and at that moment Sashka was already sticking the second icon into the doorway. There was one more locked door, we looked at it: everything was calm. As soon as we turned to face the stove, steps began to be heard behind us; someone was again walking toward us from where it had just been quiet.

- Come on quickly! “Sashka quickly inserted the last icon into the opening and rushed to the window. Naturally, I rushed after him. Later, when we were already on the track, I asked what it was all about, Sashka just muttered:

- Who knows, quickly, let's get out of here.

Only in the morning we realized that we were going in the wrong direction, we decided to go back to Orenburg. We stopped a ride and the guys agreed to give us a ride. On the way, the car began to behave strangely and eventually stalled. The driver tried to start it, but the ignition key would not obey. It was getting dark, I began to look around, looking to the left, I saw a familiar road sign: “Transfer 3.”

Fog began to approach from the direction of the village. I was gripped by animal fear, I understood that someone was following us, if the car didn’t start, we would be finished...I started to get hysterical, I started screaming wildly at the driver to do anything to make the car move! He, under my pressure, began to frantically pull the key. Lord, if only he knew what was coming towards us...

The fog was creeping closer and closer, and dark silhouettes began to appear in it. All I could think about was how this damn village could end up here!!! The car still did not give in to the driver, I began to pray, realizing that we could no longer escape.

I don’t know if it was my prayer, or just some kind of miracle that helped us, but the engine started a second before the fog swallowed us, and we flew out of there at breakneck speed... we were rushing away from this terrible fog, from the terrible village... Lord , I have never experienced such feelings in my life, real animal fear mixed with despair and humility.

What happened to us then, I still don’t know what kind of village it was, or maybe we ended up in another world?! Don't know. All I know is that I will never travel again.

This happened to me when I was 9 years old. Then, not for the first time, I went to the village with my family: me, mom, dad, Seryoga and Maxim (my older brothers). Our house is large and spacious. There is a real Russian stove there. So that's not what I'm talking about. I have friends there: Vanya (nicknamed Badger), Igor (Pelmen), Anya, Ira, Vasya, Lyokha and Sanya. We constantly walked through abandoned houses, through forests at night, and briefly had fun, scaring ourselves.

And one night Svetka (Lyokha’s younger sister) and I went to the old club or box. It’s really scary there: an old small box, the floor creaked, and somewhere it collapsed, everything was overgrown with plants, you know, it’s very scary. On the way there I felt like going to the toilet. Lyokha and Svetka were left waiting for me. And when I did all the work, I remembered that today is Midsummer's Day. I already wanted to leave, but I couldn’t because of the strange glow in the bushes. It was either red or pink. I wanted to look at this thing; then I knew nothing about ferns. I came up and looked... And suddenly I felt that someone or something was staring at me, something was walking, the smell was as if my teeth hadn’t been brushed in forever. Fear gripped me, so I walked with my back, closing my eyes. I don't know how I did it, but something brought me out. I ended up in the place where I noticed this light.

Vika, why have you been there for so long? Let's skip the most interesting part! - Lyokha shouted to me.

I'm coming, I'm coming. - I muttered.

Vika, don’t scare us like that again, please. We were worried about you, we even wanted to go after you. - said Svetka.

Don't worry. I'm here. - I answered her.

Have we missed anything? - Lyokha asked casually.

Yes, yes. They told bullshit. - answered Badger.

This is a true story, idiot! You believe in fairy tales, but not in reality! - Vasya was indignant.

Calm down, Vaskan. - said Ira.

Guys, do you want to completely shit yourself? - Anya asked with an ominous smile.

Well, go ahead. - Sanya allowed.

We will go to the abandoned witch's house. - said Anya. - You will shit bricks there!

No way, we won't. - Pelmen said defiantly.

Pelmen, you are fatter than all of us! You'll pile more than an elephant! - Badger joked.

Are you ready? - I asked.

Yes. - everyone answered, except Svetka.

I'm afraid. - said Svetka-Sunny (because of her blond hair).

Don't be afraid, just hold my hand. - said Lyokha.

And we headed to the witch’s house under the leadership of Anka. At first it’s a normal green forest, but somehow it doesn’t feel right. Further on there were bare trees, twisted, scaring me, Ira, Svetka, Sanka and Vaskan. We reached a cave woven from branches.

Here. We need to line up. - said Anka.

I'll be the first. - from Pelmen.

I'm second. - Badger.

I'm third. - Lyokha, holding Svetka’s hand.

I'm fourth. - Anya.

Then I'm fifth. - Ira.

Sixth. - Vasya.

Seventh. - Sanya.

Ninth. - I.

They lined up one after another. Everyone had flashlights and even spare ones.

Vika, since you are behind everyone, you are holding a flashlight. - Anya began. - Ira holds it too, and so does Badger. - Anka finished. - Oh, damn it, hold Svetka too, so it won’t be so scary. Remove the rest of the lights! We'll turn them on later.

We walked for about ten minutes. They twitched at every rustle, but moved forward. And suddenly someone farted. How everyone rushed at me, trampled me, the bastards. I didn’t have time to react. But when Pelmen ran over me, I thought I was going to die.

Epilogue. I learned everything about the fern flower and I’m looking forward to seeing it again, but I also want to catch it. We didn’t find out who farted, but I think it was Dumpling or Badger. I didn’t communicate with them for three days, but I still forgave them.

Sergei lived in the village. It was an ordinary village, nothing stood out, like many villages in the vast expanses of our country. There was nothing strange and incomprehensible, but nothing so attractive that happens in villages, was observed in this one. There was no abandoned cemetery nearby, practically no one drowned in the river next to the village, and no people disappeared in the forest, except perhaps due to their own stupidity. And the landowner Vetlinsky, to whom this village belonged during the times of serfdom, did not particularly mock the peasants. In general, the average village turned out to be, well, somewhat boring. Even the residents of this village were quiet and friendly.

All this calmness always bothered Seryoga. From the age of 14, he was interested in horror films and mystical stories. That is why, after graduating from the institute, Seryoga moved to live in the village, closer to all this mysticism. After all, everyone knows that the most inexplicable things happen in villages, and the farther from the city they are, the better. The result did not live up to expectations, but nothing could be changed. Seryoga sold his house in the city, left to him by his late parents, to buy a rural house. The house was solid, two-story, with a carved ridge on the roof. But in such a beautiful and quiet place, Seryoga slowly but surely dried up. His life took on a routine pattern. Work during the day, garden in the evening, sleep at night. And so every day. But in his dreams, Seryoga still fought with sorcerers and ghouls and invariably emerged victorious, helped local residents deal with spirits, and much more. Seryoga lived in dreams. But over time, Seryoga began to notice that there was something wrong in this village. His neighbors, friendly and smiling during the day, became somewhat gloomy, nervous, and sometimes even aggressive as evening approached. At first, Seryoga didn’t pay attention to it. I was too busy.

This happened late in the evening, when the stars were already visible in the sky, but it was still quite possible to see without the help of a flashlight. Seryoga was returning from the village store as usual; he often went there to buy groceries, but mostly they were cigarettes. When he passed by the house of Baba Lyuba, a seventy-eight-year-old woman whom the whole village knew, he saw a strange picture. The grandmother, with her hair down, wearing only a long shirt that reached her heels, was circling around the garden, holding a huge jug in her hands, from which she sometimes splashed some seemingly absolutely black liquid. Seryoga stopped and began to watch what would happen next. Indeed, from the outside it looked funny, and something else told Seryoga that this woman was running around the garden for a reason. Carried away by her dance, the grandmother did not pay attention to what was happening around her. And when she performed the next step of this strange dance, the moon, which had already appeared in the sky, began to shine in her face. Out of fright, Seryoga dropped his cigarette. The grandmother’s eyes burned with an even, pale yellow fire. What brought him out of his stupor was that the grandmother also noticed that she was being watched, and rather abruptly ran from her area to Seryoga. He rushed home as fast as he could, afraid to turn around, the image of this old woman standing before his eyes.

Having run into the house and closing the door behind him not only with the bottom lock, but also with the latch, he immediately slid to the floor, however, he immediately crawled away from the door. One thought was spinning in my head. Witch. This grandma is a witch. And what he saw was some kind of ritual. This means that this old woman will not let him live now. Having recovered from the first shock, Seryoga stood up and fearfully looking at the door and windows, moved to the sofa. Two feelings fought in him, fear and euphoria. It was not for nothing that he lost five years of his life in this village. All his wildest dreams overwhelmed him. He will fight the evil spirits, just as he wanted. Later, already sitting in the kitchen and drinking tea, Seryoga imagined how he would do it. He was at home, safe, which meant what this old woman would do to him, at least while he was at home. Suddenly there was a light knock on the door, and all of Seryogin’s confidence disappeared somewhere. Approaching the door and bravely, with all his might, he asked: “Who is there?” He heard nothing in response. They just knocked on the window. Running sharply up to him and pulling back the curtain, he again found no one behind him. And the knocking was already heard in several places in his house. Seryoga was overwhelmed by a wave of wild fear; he was not ready for this. He always believed that home was the safest place. Even such a slight interference in the peace of the house shook his faith in his own integrity. And suddenly he heard a voice that softly, but in an orderly tone, forced him to open the door. This old woman was standing outside the door. But two long tusks, like those of a boar, protruded from her mouth, and her face was pale and pale. Against his will, but at the direction of the voice that sounded in his head, he took a few steps towards her, already imagining how this old woman would kill him. But the old woman, contrary to all expectations, simply took him by the hand and led him along the night street, and behind them the lights went out one after another.

Seryoga was found dead at home the next morning. He sat at the table in front of a bottle of vodka and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Everyone who saw him noted that he was incredibly calm. His eyes were closed, and there was not a single wrinkle on his face. An easy death. When everyone was standing on the street in front of his house and discussing his death, someone ironically remembered that Seryoga dreamed of encountering something otherworldly. Now they will never meet again. To which Baba Lyuba said: “Or maybe I met him, but I couldn’t control it, it’s not good to play with evil spirits.” Seryoga was buried in the cemetery, and since he had no relatives in the village, the same woman Lyuba looked after the grave.

News edited Claire Fontaine - 16-07-2013, 12:44

Rumor has it that there is a village in an area in the far north. It is abandoned and abandoned for a long time. But, as the old-timers say, no one left there at all, and all the residents disappeared without a trace. And it is unknown what was the reason for this - whether the disease devastated everyone or what unknown forces took them away. To this day, only one road passes through this village, leading to busier areas. And one day, when you are in these places, remember one rule - no one should drive through this village at night.

This story happened at the turn of the sixties and seventies of the last century. One night two travelers on horseback were heading along this road. Of course, they had never heard of the local rule. One of them was young, daring, and his horse was a match for him: strong, fast and restive. He galloped ahead, cheerfully humming a song. An old man followed him at a leisurely pace. His faithful horse, with whom he had lived almost his entire life, tiredly tramped his hooves through the dirt of the road. There was nothing left for them to go through. It was getting dark, and they were going to reach their destination in the morning. Soon the young man turned to his companion.

Hey grandpa! I'll rush ahead and check the road. If anything, we'll meet you there.

Well, go ahead. I’ll get there on my own somehow, otherwise my back hurts to keep up with you.

The young man nodded eagerly and immediately galloped forward. The old man walked for a while until he rushed back. He looked pleased and delighted. Apparently he brought good news.

There is a village ahead. A kind woman lives there. She said she would shelter us for the night and treat us to dinner.

That's good! - the old man was also happy. - Finally, we’ll spend the night like humans: under a roof and warm.

Well, I galloped off. - The young man explained to him where to find that house and galloped his horse, hurrying to find himself by the warm hearth.

The night was in full swing when the old man entered the village. She was not good. The houses looked sideways, the empty windows looked with an unkind gaze. In the distance, amid this devastation, a light was burning and smoke was rising. “What did that woman lose here?” - the old man doubted to himself. He drove into the courtyard and dismounted. He took the horse’s bridle and began to tie it to the serge (the Yakut pole to which horses were tied. Also, in addition to its practical meaning, it has a sacred meaning about the connection with the three worlds: upper, middle and lower). Then the horse kicked, looked at the owner with a human gaze and said to him: “You have come to a bad place, old man, but what can you do? Don't say anything. Pretend you don't hear. I feel that there is an evil force lurking in this house. The owner of the house is not a person, but an embittered spirit. Do as I tell you if you want to live. Don't tie me down. Untie that young one too. As soon as you enter the house, the hostess will begin to treat you to various dishes. Politely refuse and eat what you have with you. And then, when she tries to settle you down for the night, don’t listen to her. Lie down in front of the door. Don't fall asleep, don't close your eyes and listen. Maybe you'll live until morning. And if something goes wrong, immediately run and saddle a young horse. He's faster and stronger than me. And I'll jump after. Don't say my words to your friend. He’ll make you laugh, and he’s already doomed.”

The old man was old and superstitious, and therefore was not surprised. He did not tie up his horses and with a heavy heart headed along the overgrown path to the house. From fear of the unknown, a spasm ran down my back and a cold sweat broke out. After all, I smelled it! A woman cannot live alone in an abandoned village! And so, with trembling knees, the old man stepped into the house. Despite everything, the stove was crackling hospitably in the house, and there was a delicious smell of boiled meat. The young man sat at the table and ate it on both cheeks. The hostess was fussing around him. Not young, but not old either, plump, economical. Inspires confidence. The old man greeted the mistress of the house and sat down at the table next to the young man. While setting out dinner for the old man, she kept asking him what was going on in the world, what news they had. Like the most ordinary woman in the wilderness. Yes, the old horse would not deceive the old man, and therefore he remained on his guard, but at the same time tried not to give himself away. Large, juicy and fatty pieces of boiled meat, sour cream, cottage cheese, jam - all this was at the table. How did she manage to keep a household in such an abandoned place? The old man was finally convinced of the words of his old friend. The old man did not touch the enchanted food; he took out his oats, cooked a little earlier, and sat quietly in the corner. The young man looked at the old man in bewilderment and reproached him for not showing respect for the hostess by refusing food.

Why did you get your oats? Show respect to the kind hostess and try something.

I would be glad, but my stomach is no longer the same as when I was young. – He dissuaded with all courtesy. - I won’t be able to taste this meat. Tomorrow we have to get up early and have a long drive. Don't get me wrong, good hostess.

You seem to be completely out of your mind if you reject such mercy! Oh well, I'll get more.

The table was soon empty and the conversations died down. The woman invited everyone to sit closer to the fire. They went to bed. The young man lay down warm by the fire and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. The old man lay down at the door. He lay still, listening and trembling. The fire in the stove went out surprisingly quickly. Cold rose from the floor and gradually reached the bones, but the old man remained in place. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow quickly running across the wall. The old man became seriously scared. Then he heard quiet sounds as if someone was drinking and slurping. The sounds came from behind a distant dark corner. The old man quietly stood up, took his knapsack and looked around.

And it immediately became clear that he should not have done this.

The silhouette of the housewife could be seen in the darkness. She fumbled in the dark on all fours. Horror gripped him when the moon illuminated that corner a little. She dragged the young man there and devoured him with frenzy. Shaking all over, the old man carefully opened the door, trying to leave without being noticed. As he was leaving, he touched a stick at the threshold with the hem of his clothes, which fell to the floor with a wild crash. The hostess cast her inhuman gaze, filled with hunger. The old man screamed in panic and rushed outside. The old man ran from the damned house as if the years he had passed had receded from him. Behind him, the screams of the hostess, filled with anger and resentment, could be heard. Having arrived, the old man, almost out of habit, jumped on his horse, but remembered what he had told him, and a second later he was already galloping at full speed on the young one. Following him is the old one. The young horse sensed the old man's fear and rushed at full speed.

“I’ll catch up with you! You can’t get away from me!” - the hostess yelled from behind.

The horse told the old man not to look back. But he couldn't help himself. Grandfather looked back, and fear settled in his heart forever. This woman ran like a dog at the speed of a bear. Her eyes burned with red fire in the night, her mouth was huge, with sharp protruding fangs. A long tongue dangled after him. Her whole face and hands were covered in blood. She made disgusting coughing noises as she ran. The distance between them was rapidly closing.

“Run, master! I don’t have much left,” only the old horse’s loyalty was stronger than fear. The old man stopped abruptly, reared up and turned to face the damned mistress. The old man never saw his old faithful horse again, but he did not forget to remember him with a kind word.

“I’ll find you! I'll get it out of the ground! You can't run away from me! I ate your friend, I will eat your horse, and soon I will come to you!” - the woman, distraught with impotent rage, shouted after the old man. He seemed to have heard these words more than once at night somewhere in the distance.

The old man did not dare to walk along this road even in daylight and therefore returned home. Then he learned that this woman appears at night, lures and kidnaps travelers. Maybe it was she who devoured all the inhabitants of that village, or maybe she appeared later. However, this village still stands to this day, and no one dares to walk along it when the sun sets.

P.S. This village, as I was told, can be seen from photographs from orbit, but the author does not remember its name: this story has been told for a long time. By the way, the car is not a horse; it won’t warn you if something happens.

Once, my friends and I, by chance, found ourselves in a small village located deep in the forests. They didn’t know that such a remote and God-forsaken place existed. Almost all the houses were crooked, with roofs sagging from time to time - it was clear that they were at least half a century old, the wood was already so rotten.

And this is what happened: on the way to the city, our car broke down. It was still a long way to the city, we stood on the side of the road for about three hours and - you won’t believe it! - none of the cars passing by stopped to help us. Vanka Gusev remembered an abandoned village located nearby.
- I don’t know... They say that no one lives there, but you never know... Maybe there are old people left? “You don’t want to drink and chew something,” he said.

We all agreed, although the prospect of walking into the forest did not particularly excite us. But we were very hungry and wanted water, because out of stupidity we didn’t take anything with us. In general, half an hour of walking along an abandoned forest path through the thicket, and we came to the village.

As I already said, I have never seen a more miserable place. I actually doubted that anyone lived in this hole. On both sides of the road along which we walked, black houses stood like stone sculptures.
“There’s no one here,” I said, looking around.
“Yes, definitely no one,” the others nodded.

All the way back we looked askance at Vanka because he gave us empty hope for food and water. Vanka, hanging his head guiltily, walked ahead of us.

When we arrived at the place where we left the car, a miracle did not happen and it did not drive. Evening was already approaching and leaving the car on the road was not an option. It was decided that we would stay overnight in the car, since it was a long way back.

Night fell, we sat quietly in the car. Suddenly we heard some sound coming from the forest. They were making noise from the direction of an abandoned village. We heard screams, laughter and someone talking. These were people. Judging by the voices, there were many of them. It was like some kind of holiday.
- Damn it! Yes, there are people there! - Vanka exclaimed joyfully.

We were also happy at the thought that we could finally ask for water and food, and maybe even stop for the night. It was getting very cold and the night promised to be icy. We set off again through the forest to the houses. This time, inspired by the dream of food and water, we did not notice how long and difficult the path was. As a result, they ran headlong onto the road, surrounded by wooden, rotten houses.

People sat in a semicircle in the center of the road. A fire was burning, children were running around it and playing some kind of game that was incomprehensible to us. The adults, about twenty of them, sang songs. A man in a gray suit was playing the harmonica. They did not notice our appearance, and we had to move closer to attract their attention. Finally, one of the men turned around and stared at us. For the first moment, it seemed to me that he was scared when he saw us - the expression on his face changed from joyful to almost desperate. He was the only one who had noticed us so far, as the others were busy singing. The man, with a hand gesture invisible to others, made it clear to us: “Get out of here.” His face was stern and stern as he motioned us away.

“Well, no,” I thought. - To hell with their whole holiday! I’m thirsty and hungry - sorry if I ruin the holiday.” And, not expecting such impudence from himself, he walked straight up to them and said loudly:
- Hello, my name is Kolya, and these are my friends. Our car broke down during the day and no one stopped to help us. Here's the thing: maybe you can give us something to drink and eat, otherwise we didn't take anything with us...

I fell silent and waited for an answer. Everyone looked at me with surprise and curiosity, as if they had seen an unknown animal. No one said a word, everyone just continued to watch. I felt somehow embarrassed for my behavior, but there was no choice - I was afraid I wouldn’t survive the night if I didn’t drink water, the thirst was so strong. Finally, the old man in a gray suit, who was playing the accordion, turned around and said:
- Well, sit down by the fire, guys, warm up first.
“Yes, that would be nice,” I said.

We all sat down by the fire under the gaze of many eyes. The man who had been waving to us now became emphatically calm and simply looked at us among the others. The children also looked at the guests with curiosity. The old man in a gray suit again began to play some songs unfamiliar to us, the people around us continued to have fun and sing, but we felt that our presence changed the atmosphere among them. Many looked at us sideways with anger and constantly exchanged glances at each other, conveying hints with their glances that were incomprehensible to us.

After sitting by the fire and noticeably perking up, Vanka began to do what he loved most - chat.
- And personally, I heard that no one lives in this village. “We came here during the day and didn’t see anyone,” he said, turning to an old man in a gray suit.
- This is all because we were hunting. You understand, we live far from the city, there are no shops. We need to eat something. By the way, about food and water. Why would you sleep in a cold car? Come on, spend the night at my house! “There’s a lot of space,” he answered.
“It’s kind of awkward...” Vanka hesitated and looked at me.

I thought about it and decided it wasn't a bad idea. Why freeze in the cold when they offer you free shelter? In the end, we agreed, although, of course, at first we denied it out of politeness. But the old man persuaded us so stubbornly and described the spacious, warm rooms that we could not resist the temptation for long.

An hour later, accompanied by this same old man and, apparently, his wife, we approached a house on the outskirts of the village. It was cold and we couldn't wait to get inside.

Once inside, we were very surprised: the house was very dirty, dusty, and in general the room looked as if no one had ever lived in it.
- It's just a renovation. Don’t worry, the beds are warm, you’ll sleep soundly... - the old man said in an apologetic tone and quickly glanced at his wife.
I caught something suspicious in this look. I didn't like the idea of ​​spending the night with strangers. The old man walked into the next room (there were three of them in total), signaling for us to follow him. We all followed him and found ourselves in an almost empty room. Apart from a large bed and a chair, there was nothing there. I looked back at my friends and from their faces I realized that they didn’t like all this either.

“Well, settle down,” said the old man. - In the meantime, I’ll go get some water and some rabbit meat.
He and his wife went outside. My friends began to settle in and look around the house, and I felt the urge to go to the toilet. I went outside in search of a restroom and suddenly a conversation reached me from the darkness:
“Let’s kill them now,” a woman’s voice was heard. - Why wait?
“No, we’ll wait for the others, we’ll kill them in their sleep,” the man answered.
- Oh, how we missed new people and especially young ones...
My head was spinning. I decided to find out what was going on. They were talking around the corner, and I looked in there.

The old man and his woman who brought us here were talking. I couldn't believe what I saw. The old man stood with his back to me, and I clearly saw an ax sticking out of his back, and the bloody gray shirt in which he had been playing the accordion a few hours earlier. He stood and talked as if nothing was bothering him. For a moment he still stood in this position, and I could not see the woman, but when he turned slightly, I saw her too. I went cold with horror. There was a bloody mess where the face should have been, the eye sockets were empty, and the eyeballs were hanging near the mouth. I stood and watched, I couldn’t do anything - it was like I was petrified. And then the two turned around and walked towards me - only then did I wake up and run headlong into the house.

My friends had already laid out their things, Vanka was dozing on the bed. They looked at me and were afraid of my appearance. I must have been all pale. Shaking, I ran up to Vanka and pushed him with such force that he fell to the floor.

What are you doing?! - he was indignant, getting up.
- Let's leave here!!! - I screamed like crazy and started running around the room and checking the windows to see if they were open or not. They were all tightly packed. I was overcome with despair. I ran to the door and bolted it. My friends looked at me - some with fear, some with distrust. Footsteps were heard outside the door, and someone began to pull the handle. Vanka was about to go to the door and open it, but I ran up to the door, blocking it:
- Don't you dare, idiot! Don't you understand? They want to kill us! I heard their conversation! Break the window!!!

My friends looked at me like I was crazy, but I had no time for them. Wild fear gripped me. I realized the impossibility of what was happening and, perhaps, upon reflection, I myself would have decided that I had gone crazy, but the horror was so strong that I did not understand anything.

Hey guys! Open the door, we brought you food and water,” a voice said from behind the door.
- Break it! - I screamed heart-rendingly, blocking the door from Vanka, although he had already changed his mind about opening it. Everyone was scared out of their wits. Finally, Mishka, who stood closest to the window, took a stool and slammed it against the window with all his might. The glass shattered with a crash.
- Let's run! There is a forest behind the garden, drop everything and run! - I shouted.

The guys, not paying attention to their forgotten sweaters and socks, rushed to the window and, one after another, disappeared into the night. I was still holding the door. At first, someone was pulling the handle, but after Mishka broke the window, everything stopped. I immediately understood what was going on. They decided to catch us on the street! I rushed to the window through which Vanka was climbing at that moment. He was still afraid to jump, although, damn it, it wasn’t very high there!

Our friends were already jumping over the fence at that moment. And then we saw people coming into the garden. There were not two of them, but a whole crowd. They were all dead. The air smelled of rotten meat - the stench came from rotting corpses. In front of everyone walked an old man with an ax in his back and a woman without a face. They looked at our fleeing friends and, apparently, did not see us. Seeing such a picture, I froze for a second, then looked at the fence and saw Vanka climbing it. He not only managed to jump, but also run to the fence. There was only me left.

I jumped off and ran. I heard screams behind me and someone’s heavy breathing very close. They ran after me. I saw the stunned faces of my friends waiting for me behind the fence.

Without stopping, I jumped over the fence. Someone grabbed me by the sleeve, but I escaped with a terrible scream, which was probably heard far from this place. We ran away from this place. They ran for a very long time. Later, completely exhausted, we sat for a while in complete silence. Everyone was in such shock that we could not speak.

About two hours later we came out onto the road far from where our car was parked. We immediately stopped the car - probably, the sight of a group of exhausted and tired young guys aroused sympathy from the driver. An old man was driving. He asked what happened to us and where to take us. We told everything as it happened, although we didn’t even hope that anyone would believe us. Grandfather listened silently to our story, then said:
- You guys have been to a bad place. There, in the village, no one has lived for a long time, and people constantly disappear, and no one finds them. This place is damned, damned.

We were silent the whole way home - everyone was thinking about their own things. I personally then firmly decided that I would never again be curious and travel to all sorts of villages and construction sites. You never know. To hell with everything! I will live in the city.