Mystical story - muted Neighbor

This story is based on real events that happened to my good friend. This is a mystical story.

At a time when I was young and studying at school, there was a story with me, which I can never forget. We lived together with my mother on the seventh floor of a nine-story building. At that time my father was no longer with me. Above us lived an old grandfather called Igor Vasilyevich.

He could not talk - he was dumb. Even so, he loved the movement and
often helped mother with household chores in the apartment. My mother and I often saw him when we got home.

I did not like being in the elevator so during his movement I always walked on the stairs. At the time when I climbed the stairs, my mother and grandfather Igor rode in the elevator. I always tried to overtake them, it was like a game. He (the elevator) was new and quite fast, and in addition very quiet.
During the race, climbing to the next floor, I always easily hit the elevator doors of this floor. Grandpa Igor, did the same but only inside the elevator, so I knew where they are at this moment.

Often being in my room, especially near the window, I heard rustles well and clearly. These were the sounds of Igor's TV and other sounds from the apartment of Igor Vasilyevich who was above us. The same was heard him to them our apartment.

Sometimes before bedtime, when I could not sleep and heard that grandfather Igor was not sleeping. I loved asking him questions and he answered me with a tap on the battery. One blow meant - Yes, two strokes - No.

Once in one strange night, I could not sleep. On the next day at school there was a responsible event, so I thought a lot. A couple of times I managed to fall asleep, but not for long. As now, I remember, late at night, even closer to the morning, I heard steps from above. There was an impression that someone was going somewhere. Well, I had the impudence and decided to ask:

Igor Vasilievich, are you going somewhere?

• I asked in a low voice

The steps at the top stopped, there was a dead silence ... it lasted not for long literally seconds 5. After that I heard a strong but dull blow to the battery ... I was very interested where at such a time the old man could hurry and I asked:

Are you going far?

In response, I heard another knock.

Will we see each other again? Are you going far?

• I asked.

In response, I heard another knock.

Will we see each other again?

• I asked.

Insensibly for myself, I fell asleep.

The next day was very busy and I was in the spotlight. Back home, I saw my mother in a weak state. She told about the fact that Igor Vasilievich died yesterday afternoon, from a stroke ...and if it were not for his neighbor, then no one would have known about him for long. At that moment, I felt sick. I wondered who I talked to at night. ... I was in a bit of confusion. But I decided not to tell anyone. I could not forget such events for a long time.

After a couple of months, I was returning from school. As always, I walked up the stairs and, habitually, struck lightly on the elevator door on the fifth floor. A few seconds later, I heard a knocking back in the same place, but only from the inside. I was very frightened, because the elevator did not go and no one was around. There was a dead silence in the entrance. When I got home, I decided to tell my mother about all this, but she did not believe me.

Since then, not a little time has passed, but I remember all this, as if it were yesterday.