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 dramatically 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, it was to go around, of course, a fool understands that this is impossible, but I tried to make hiking trips as long as possible.

When our legs were unable to walk, we hitched a ride, fortunately, we came across exceptionally friendly drivers. Oh yes, I did not travel alone, I have a best friend, as they say, "together from the cradle." By the way, thanks to Sanka, we started traveling, as soon as he found out about my crazy dream, he set fire to “go through” the whole 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 fifty kilometers, no less, moved out of Orenburg, the goal was Magnitogorsk. Forces on zeros, according to the map to the nearest village forty kilometers, 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 there! It's dog cold, autumn, after all, as luck would have it, not a single ride .... but then Sanya notices a sign: "Transfer 3". Our joy knew no bounds, we just flew these three kilometers in the same 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, 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 should not sleep! Oddly enough, not a sound, not even a dog barking, can be heard. Everything seems to be dead here! Walking from end to end of the village, we stopped at one of the houses. Bypassed him, knocking on the windows. Nobody responded! Out of desperation, we decided to sneak 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 can’t get into the attic: there was a large barn lock on the hatch, things and mirrors were covered with white sheets, and an armful of firewood lay next to the stove ... In general, the house, fortunately, turned out to be uninhabitable!

“We need to melt the stove, let’s warm up a bit,” 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 trudging in the attic. From the sounds it was clear - "something" goes to the hatch.

The hair on my head stood on end, it didn’t fit in my head: like in an abandoned house, in a closed attic, someone can walk. Sasha jerked sharply to the backpack, and began to fumble nervously in it. Grabbing something, he ran up and thrust it into the gap between the ceiling and the hatch... the footsteps stopped. I, not understanding what was happening at all, asked Sasha what he had done, he grunted that he had put the icon there. He was a believer and did not like to discuss it.

- Let's get warm soon, and we'll get out of here on the track, it's better to go through the night on foot.
Suddenly, steps were heard behind him, as slow as those in the attic. Someone is approaching us...

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

— Let's hurry! 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, Sasha just grunted:

- Who knows, hurry up, 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, 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 did not obey. It was getting dark, I started to look around, looking to the left, I saw a familiar road sign: "Perevalovka 3".

Fog began to roll in from the direction of the village. I was seized with animal fear, I understood that someone was following us, if the car did not start, we were finished ... I started hysterical, I began to scream wildly at the driver to do anything, if only the car would move! He, under my pressure, began to frantically pull the key. Lord, if only he knew what was coming to us ..

The fog crept closer and closer, dark silhouettes began to appear in it. All I could think about was how this damned 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 be saved.

I don’t know if my prayer or just some miracle helped us, but the engine started a second before the fog swallowed us, and we flew from there at breakneck speed ... we were flying away from this terrible fog, from the terrible village ... Lord , I have never experienced such feelings in my life, a 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. I only know 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 big and spacious. There is a real Russian stove there. So I'm not talking about that. I have friends there: Vanya (nicknamed Badger), Igor (Dumpling), Anya, Ira, Vasya, Lyokha and Sanya. We constantly walked through abandoned houses, through the forests at night, had a little fun, scaring ourselves.

And one night Svetka (Lyokha's younger sister) and I went to an old club or to a box. It’s really scary there: an old small box, the floor creaked, and somewhere it fell through, everything was overgrown with plants, you know, very dumb. On the way there, I wanted to go to the toilet. Lyokha and Svetka were left to wait for me. And when I did all the things, I remembered that today is Midsummer's Day. Already wanted to leave, but could not because of the strange glow in the bushes. It was either red or pink. I wanted to look at this thing, then I did not know anything about the fern. I came up, looked ... And suddenly I feel that someone or something was staring at me, something was walking, the smell, as if my teeth had not been brushed for an eternity. Fear seized me, so I went with my back, closing my eyes. I don't know how I did it, but something pulled me out. I ended up in the place where I noticed this light.

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

I'm going, I'm going. I muttered.

Vika, don't scare us like that again, please. We were worried about you, we even wanted to follow you. Sveta said.

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

Haven't we missed anything? Lyokha asked casually.

Yes, yes. The bullshit was told. Badger answered.

It's a real story, idiot! You believe in fairy tales, but you don't! Vasya was outraged.

Calm down, Vaskan. Ira said.

Guys, do you want to crap yourself to the fullest? Anne asked with a sinister smile.

Well, go ahead. Sanya agreed.

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

Hell no, we won't. - Pelmen said with a challenge.

Dumpling, you're fatter than all of us! Get more than an elephant! - Badger joked.

You are ready? I asked.

Yes. - everyone answered, except for Sveta.

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

Don't be afraid, just hold on to my hand. Lech said.

And we went to the witch's house under the guidance of Anka. At first, a normal green forest, but somehow uncomfortable. Further there were bare trees, twisted, frightening me, Ira, Svetka, Sanka and Vaskan. Here we reached a cave woven from branches.

Here. We must build. Anka said.

I'll be the first. - from Pelmen.

I am second. - Badger.

I am the third. - Lyokha, holding Svetka by the hand.

I am fourth. - Anya.

Then I'm fifth. - Ira.

Sixth. - Vasya.

Seventh. - Sanya.

Ninth. - I.

Lined up next to each other. Everyone had flashlights and even spare ones.

Vika, since you are behind everyone, you are holding a flashlight. Anya started. - Ira also holds, well, Badger too. Anka finished. - Oh, damn it, hold Svetka too, so that it would not be so scary. Remove the rest of the lights! We will turn them on later.

We walked for ten minutes. From every rustle they twitched, but went forward. And suddenly someone farted. How everyone rushed at me, trampled me, bastards. Didn't have time to react. But when Dumpling ran over me, I thought I would die.

Epilogue. I learned everything about the fern flower and I look forward to it again, at least to see it, but I also want to catch it. Who farted, so we did not know, but I think it was Pelmen or Badger. I did not 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 vastness of our country. Nothing strange and incomprehensible, but so attractive that happens in the villages, was not observed in this one. There was no abandoned cemetery nearby, in the river, which is next to the village, no one practically drowned, and people did not disappear in the forest, well, except perhaps through their own stupidity. And the landowner Vetlinsky, to whom this village belonged during the time of serfdom, did not particularly bully the peasants. In general, the average village turned out to be, well, something even boring. Even the inhabitants of this village were quiet and friendly.

All this calmness always strained Seryoga. From the age of 14, he was fond of 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 all the most inexplicable things happen in the 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, in order 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 was slowly but surely shrinking. His life has become routine. 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 the locals cope with spirits, and much more. Seryoga lived in dreams. But over time, Seryoga began to notice that there was something wrong in this village. Friendly and smiling during the day, his neighbors became somehow gloomy, nervous, and sometimes even aggressive as the evening approached. At first, Seryoga did not pay attention to this. Was too busy.

It 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, as usual, was returning from the village store, he often visited there to buy food, but mostly it was 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 loose hair, in one long shirt, to the heels, circled around the garden, holding a huge jug in her hands, from which she sometimes splashed some kind of absolutely black liquid. Seryoga stopped and began to watch what would happen next. Indeed, it looked funny from the outside, and something else told Seryoga that this grandmother 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 did another step of this strange dance, the moon, which had already appeared in the sky, began to shine in her face. Seryoga dropped his cigarette from fright. Grandmother's eyes burned with a steady, pale yellow fire. He was brought out of his stupor by the fact that the grandmother also noticed that she was being watched, and rather abruptly ran from her site to Seryoga. He rushed home with all his might, afraid to turn around, the image of this old woman stood before his eyes.

Running into the house and closing the door behind him not only on the lower lock, but also on the latch, he immediately slid to the floor, however, he immediately crawled away from the door. One thought swirled in my head. Witch. This grandmother is a witch. And what he saw was some kind of ritual. So this old woman will not let him live now. Moving away from the first shock, Seryoga stood up and timidly looking at the door and windows, moved to the sofa. Two feelings struggled in him, fear and euphoria. No wonder he wasted five years of his life in this village. All his wildest dreams swept over him. He will fight the evil spirits, as he wanted. Later, already sitting in the kitchen and drinking tea, Seryoga imagined how he would do it. He was home, safe, which meant what the old woman would do to him, at least while he was at home. Suddenly there was a light knock on the door, all Seregina's confidence disappeared somewhere at once. Going to the door and bravely, with all his might, he asked: "Who is there?" He didn't hear anything in response. They just knocked on the window. Having abruptly run up to him and pulled back the curtain, he again did not find anyone behind him. And the knock was already heard in several places of his house. Seryoga was overwhelmed by a wave of wild fear, he was not ready for this. He always believed that home is 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 at the door. But two long fangs, like those of a wild boar, stuck out of her mouth, and her face was pale, 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 by one.

Seryoga was found dead at his 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. Easy death. When everyone stood on the street in front of his house and discussed his death, someone ironically remembered that Seryoga dreamed of encountering something otherworldly. Now we'll never meet again. To which Baba Lyuba said: “Maybe he met, but he couldn’t cope, it’s not worth playing with evil spirits.” They buried Seryoga in the cemetery, and since he had no relatives in the village, the same woman Lyuba looked after the grave.

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

According to rumors, there is one village in one area of ​​the far north. It is abandoned and long abandoned. But, as the old-timers say, no one left there at all, and all the residents disappeared without a trace. And it is not known what caused this - whether the disease decimated everyone or what unknown forces took them away. To this day, only one road passes through this village, leading to more lively places. 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 - seventies of the last century. One night two travelers on horseback were heading down 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 skittish. He galloped ahead, humming a song merrily. An old man followed him at a leisurely pace. His faithful horse, with whom he lived almost all his life, wearily stepped with his hooves on the dirt road. There was nothing left for them to go through. It was evening, and they were going to reach their destination in the morning. Soon the young man turned to his companion.

Hey grandfather! I'll run ahead and make my way. If so, we'll meet on the spot.

Well, go. On my own I'll get there somehow, otherwise my back hurts to keep up with you.

The young man nodded eagerly and immediately galloped forward. The old man walked for some time, until he rushed back. His appearance was contented and delighted. Looks like he brought good news.

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

Well, how! - the old one was also delighted. - Finally, in a human way, we will spend the night: under the roof and in the warmth.

Well, I jumped. - The young man explained to him where to find that house and drove the horse, hurrying to find himself at the warm hearth.

The night was in full swing when the old man entered the village. She was bad. Houses squinted, empty windows looked unkindly. In the distance, in the midst of this devastation, a light burned and smoke rose. “What did that woman lose here?” The old man doubted himself. He drove into the courtyard, dismounted. He took the horse by the 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 bucked, looked at the owner with a human look and said to him: “You have come to a bad place, old man, but what can you do. Do not say anything. Pretend you don't hear. I feel that a bad force lurks in this house. The owner of the house is not a person, but an embittered spirit. Do as I command if you want to live. Don't bind me. And untie that young one too. As soon as you enter the house, the hostess will treat you with various dishes. Refuse politely and eat what you have with you. And then, when she settles you for the night, you don't listen to her. Lie down in front of the door. Do not fall asleep, do not close your eyes and listen. Maybe you'll live until the morning. And if something goes wrong, immediately run and saddle a young horse. He is faster and stronger than me. And I'll follow. Don't say my words to your friend. He will make you laugh, and he is already doomed.

The old man was old and superstitious, and therefore was not surprised. He did not tie his horses, and with a heavy heart he went along the overgrown path to the house. From fear of the unknown, a spasm ran down their backs, a cold sweat broke out. After all, he did! A woman cannot live alone in an abandoned village! And so, with trembling knees, the old man stepped into the house. Despite everything in the house, the stove crackled hospitably, there was a delicious smell of boiled meat. The young man sat at the table and ate on both cheeks. The hostess bustled around him. Not young, but not old either, plump, economic. Inspires confidence. The old man greeted the mistress of the house and sat down at the table next to the young one. Arranging dinner in front of the old man, she kept asking 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 was on his guard, but at the same time he tried not to betray himself. 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 the 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 bewitched food, he took out his oats, cooked a little earlier, and sat quietly in a corner. The young man looked at the old man in bewilderment and reproached him for not showing respect for the hostess, refusing to eat.

Why did you get your oats? Show respect to the good hostess, taste something.

I would be glad, but my stomach is no longer the same as in my youth. He answered with all courtesy. - I won't be able to taste this meat. Tomorrow you have to get up early and go for a long time. Don't misunderstand, good mistress.

You seem to be completely out of your mind, since you reject such mercy! Well, okay, I'll get more.

The table was soon empty, the conversations died down. The woman invited everyone to sit closer to the fire. They lay down to sleep. The young man lay down in the warmth by the fire, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. The old man lay down at the door. He lay there, 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 where he was. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow running quickly along the wall. The old man was terribly scared. Then he heard quiet sounds as if someone were drinking and champing. The sounds came from a far dark corner. The old man quietly got up, took his knapsack and looked around.

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

In the darkness, the silhouette of the hostess was distinguished. She scrambled in the dark on all fours. Horror gripped him as the moon illuminated that corner a little. She dragged the young one there and devoured him with a frenzy. All shaking, the old man cautiously opened the door, trying to leave without being noticed. On leaving, he touched a stick at the threshold on the edge of his clothes, which fell to the floor with a wild crack. The hostess threw her inhuman, hungry look. The old man screamed in panic and rushed outside. The old man fled from the accursed house as if the years he had lived had retreated from him. Behind him, the cries of the hostess were heard, filled with anger and resentment. When he ran, the old man almost out of habit jumped on his horse, but remembered what he said to him, and in a second he was already galloping at full speed on the young one. Behind 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 won't get away from me!" yelled the hostess from behind.

The horse told the old man not to look back. But he couldn't help himself. Grandfather looked around, and fear settled forever in his heart. 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 behind. All her face and hands were covered in blood. She made nasty coughing noises as she ran. The distance between them was rapidly shrinking.

"Run, master! I already have a little left” - only the loyalty of the old horse was stronger than fear. The old one abruptly stopped, rearing up and turned to the accursed mistress. The old man never saw his old faithful horse again, but he did not forget to remember him with a kind word.

"I will find you! I'll get it out of the ground! You can't run 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 go down 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 after. However, this village stands to this day, and no one dares to walk on it when the sun goes down.

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

Once, by chance, my friends and I ended up in a small village deep in the forests. They did not know that such a deaf and God-forgotten place exists. Almost all of the houses were crooked, with roofs rickety from time to time - it was clear that they were at least half a century old, so the tree was already rotten.

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

We all agreed, although the prospect of walking into the forest did not particularly please 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 a thicket, and we came to the village.

As I said, I have not seen a more miserable place. I doubt that anyone lives in this hole. On both sides of the road along which we walked, black houses stood like stone statues.
"There's no one here," I said, looking around.
“Yeah, 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, bowing his head guiltily, walked ahead of us.

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

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

We, too, rejoiced 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 again set out on our way 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, around which there were wooden rotten houses.

In the center of the road, people were arranged in a semicircle. A fire was burning, children were running around it and playing some game incomprehensible to us. Adults, and there were 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 get their attention. Finally, one of the men turned around and stared at us. For the first moment, it seemed to me that he was frightened when he saw us - his expression changed from joyful to almost desperate. He was the only one who noticed us so far, as the others were busy singing. The man, with a gesture of his hand, imperceptible to others, clearly signaled to us: "Get out of here." His face was stern and stern as he waved us away.

“Well, no,” I thought. - To hell with their whole holiday! I want to drink and eat - I'm sorry to spoil the holiday. And, not expecting such impudence from himself, he went 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 is the thing: maybe you will give us something to drink and eat, otherwise we didn’t take anything with us ...

I paused and waited for an answer. Everyone looked at me with surprise and curiosity, as if they saw an unknown beast. No one said a word, everyone just kept staring. I felt somehow embarrassed for my behavior, but there was no choice - I was afraid not to survive the night if I did not drink water, the thirst was so strong. Finally, an old man in a gray suit, playing the harmonica, turned around and said:
- Well, sit down by the fire, guys, get warm for a start.
“Yes, that would be nice,” I said.

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

After sitting by the fire and noticeably perking up, Vanka began to do what he loved most - to 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, referring to an old man in a gray suit.
- It's all because we were on the hunt. You know, we live far from the city, there are no shops. You have to eat something. By the way, about food and water. Why would you sleep in a cold car? Let's sleep at my house! Lots of room, he replied.
- It's somehow embarrassing ... - Vanka hesitated and looked at me.

I thought about it and decided it was a good 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 courtesy. But the old man persuaded us so stubbornly and described the spacious warm rooms that we could not resist the temptation for a long time.

An hour later, accompanied by this very old man and, apparently, his wife, we approached a house on the outskirts of the village. It was cold and we were itching to go 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 apologetically and quickly exchanged glances with his wife.
There was something suspicious in that look. I didn't like the idea of ​​spending the night with strangers. The old man went into the next room (there were three of them in total), showing us a sign 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 I could see from their faces that they didn't like it either.

Well, you settle down, - said the old man. - In the meantime, I'll go for water and rabbit meat.
He and his wife went outside. My friends began to settle down, inspect the house, and I was itch to go to the toilet. I went out into the street in search of a restroom and suddenly a conversation reached me from the darkness:
"Let's kill them now," a woman's voice said. - Why wait?
- No, let's wait for the rest, kill them in their sleep, - answered the man.
- Oh, how we lacked new ones, and especially young ones ...
My head was spinning. I decided to find out what was the matter. 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 distinctly saw an ax sticking out of his back, and a bloody gray shirt, in which he played the harmonica a few hours ago. He stood and talked as if nothing bothered him. For a moment he was still 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 hung near the mouth. I stood and watched, could not do anything - as if petrified. And then the two turned around and went in my direction - only then I woke up and ran headlong into the house.

My friends had already laid out 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?! he protested, getting up.
- Let's get out of here! - I yelled like crazy and started running around the room and checking the windows - they are open or not. All of them were tightly packed. I was seized with despair. I ran to the door and closed it with a bolt. My friends looked at me - some with fear, some with distrust. Footsteps were heard outside the door, someone began to pull the handle. Vanka already wanted to go to the door and open it, but I ran up to the door, blocking it:
- Don't you dare, moron! What, don't you understand? They want to kill us! I heard them talking! Break the window!!!

My friends looked at me like I was crazy, but I had no time for them. Wild fear gripped me. I was aware of the impossibility of what was happening and, perhaps, on reflection, I myself would have decided that I had lost my mind, 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 came 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 as hell. Finally, Mishka, who was standing 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, behind the garden, there is a forest, drop everything and run! I shouted.

The guys, not paying attention to the forgotten sweaters and socks, rushed to the window and one by one disappeared into the night. I was still holding the door. At first, someone pulled the handle there, but after Mishka broke the window, everything stopped. I immediately understood what was the matter. 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 was not at all high!

Our friends at that moment were already jumping over the fence. And then we saw that people were entering the garden. There were not two of them, but a whole crowd. They were all dead. The air smelled of rotten meat, the stink of rotting corpses. An old man with an ax in his back and a woman without a face walked in front of everyone. 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 over it. He managed not only to jump, but also to run to the fence. Only I remained.

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

With a running start, without stopping, I jumped over the fence. Someone grabbed my sleeve, but I escaped with a terrible scream, which must have been heard far from this place. We ran away from this place. They ran for a very long time. Later, completely exhausted, they sat for a while in complete silence. Everyone was in such shock that we could not speak.

After about two hours, we went out onto the road far from the place 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 was, although we did not even hope that someone would believe us. Grandfather silently listened to our story, then said:
You guys have been in the wrong place. There, in the village, no one lives for a long time, and people constantly disappear, and no one finds them. This place is cursed, cursed.

All the way home we were silent - everyone was thinking about his own. 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 all of it! I will live in the city.