╔════════════════════════ ═══════════════════ ═══════════════════╗ ║ House 16a. ║ ╙─────────────────────────────── ───────────────────────────────╜ (C) SANDMAN CHAPTER 5: BATTLE Taking a promise from your new acquaintances that they will they will tell me a lot of interesting things, I went to my place because I was very wanted to sleep. Moreover, it was Friday, which meant that I have two free days ahead of me. I fell asleep very quickly. I had all sorts of dreams about how I I'm looking for treasure, but monsters attack me, how I fight them ryus. One of them seemed especially large. It was all green No, he had three heads. Looking at me angrily, he released steam from the nostrils. Finally it let out a terrible scream that made My breath caught in my throat. Everything that was in the area was scattered splinters shook, broken windows shook, the earth shook. And then I realized that all this terrible sound is heard in reality. I instantly opened my eyes. Cold sweat covered my entire body. I started to shake. I wanted to scream and jump quickly into open space. The closest way was through the window. Dark the curtains swayed slowly under the influence of the air,which came from an open window. I don't know how much time passed, but it was quiet. The disgusting silence hurt my ears. I was already finished I decided that I had dreamed everything, when suddenly I heard the sound from the kitchen again. a heartbreaking cry. Then I heard the frantic rumble my dishes left on the table. Horror seized all his limbs. Having gathered all the remnants of strength and courage, I got out of bed and took a mount standing against the wall, which turned out to be just right tee. “At least something is good,” I thought. This thought gave me confidence and I walked towards the kitchen. The ringing started again, but the screams were not repeated. Finally I came to the last corner. Dos- All I had to do was turn it around and I would have seen what I was doing. moose in the kitchen. But did I want to see this? No. But then why? did I go? The dishes continued to clink. I suddenly jumped out from around the corner. The noise stopped. The dishes were scattered on the floor. At first I didn’t notice anything, but then I looked zero on the kitchen table. It was dark outside, and the table was covered the shadow of the refrigerator, so it was difficult to make out anything there. But I saw one thing for sure: two evil glowing eyes stared at me. They looked neither human nor canine, not like cats. “Run, run away from here, and away!” - immediately I thought, but with an effort of will I overcame myself. The creature moveselk, and I saw the size of the body. It was the size of a large cat. The creature was not going to run away, moreover, I realized that it is preparing to attack. But it was too late. It was already flying towards me. Only by miraculously jumping to the side did I almost avoid a collision. Od- a clawed paw scratched my face, and I realized that it was coming blood. Turning around, I rushed at him with a tire iron in my hands. It bounced off in time, leaving a deep mark on the wall. Now I was lying there, and it was twenty centimeters to the right. My right the hand carefully reached for the crowbar, but the creature noticed it movement. Opening its mouth, it jumped onto my hand and immediately moose bit into it with his teeth. It seemed as if a hundred daggers had been stabbed into his hand. I screamed in pain. But the left hand remained free. Raising- Shaking, I grabbed my only weapon with my left hand and hit the enemy on the head. Luckily he didn't take a bite of the meat. with his right hand, but simply unclenched his teeth. The enemy was about to be knocked out. Not After waiting ten seconds, I hit him on the head again. I have agreed I heard bones crunch and saw blood. I beat him for a long time until the head was gone, just a bloody mess. First of all, I turned on the light. I froze in horror: the creature became a huge rat. I thought it would be nice bandage the wounds, but was so tired that he could not do that either. I I just crawled to the bed and thenfell asleep. I woke up when the sun was already high. visible on the hand wounds and dried blood, and with every movement my hand was pierced pain. I went to the kitchen to look at my doctor again. ha. I understood that a bloody mess was not a pleasant sight, but I'll have to see it sooner or later. But I was wrong. Kuzhnya was in perfect order, the dishes were in their place, and the rat there were no traces left. My vision went blurry. "What the hell come on, is this still happening here?” - this question came up sharply. CHAPTER 6: MEETING I couldn’t have breakfast, because the food was absolutely not in my stomach. lo. There was a shallow but large scar on my face. "We must will somehow explain to people the reason for its origin,” I thought I. The idea of telling the truth disappeared immediately, as I was accepted for a crazy person. Although I wasn't sure what was really all right. I decided to take a walk down the street. On the stairs I immediately met Alexandra, who stood at the open window and smoked. Seeing me he immediately said hello, but the next question was, of course, Xia, “What happened to you?” Alexander was a man who whom I trusted most of all, excluding, of course, my new graduates.trusted acquaintances in the person of Maria Ivanovna and her husband. I realized that any nonsense, like the version about falling from the stairs, will be untrue similar. So I decided to tell him everything that really happened this night. I was afraid that otherwise I would lose his trust, and this... I didn't want to. I understood that if everything really was the way I was supposed to... it seemed, then one of the neighbors must have heard these screams and noise. Questioning other people would be suspicious, so I decided to ask him about it. I briefly told the story, and... Tom asked if he had heard anything. Alexander lived on mine floor, so he must have heard something. But he replied that all slept completely peacefully at night, although he sleeps very lightly, so that even sometimes a gust of wind can wake him up. In his eyes I pronounced I looked like a complete idiot. I understood that something was wrong with me. I would decide that all this is a figment of my sick imagination, but my wounds are all time to remind us of ourselves. I didn't know what to do. To be continued...
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