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.
This is an excellent story and very exciting! I had a little trouble with translation, i guess by battery you mean radiator? The pipes connected in the building and sound traveled through them.
I think the old man stayed with you in that building, not in person but in spirit, i don''t think he meant you harm or meant to scare you, he just wanted to let you know he was still with you :)
yes you're right, it means radiator. In my country, it is customary to call a radiator a battery.
I'm glad that you completely read the story and understood the meaning. The old man stayed and reminded himself. He did not want evil
It's really a nice story written in rich language. I appreciate your writing skills as a story teller. With the passage of time your skills will be more refined and delicate.
Thank you friend, I appreciate that you sometimes find time to read my work
There are sometimes many things that we do not understand, but that is not why they do not exist, sometimes you have to look further to see better. If your grandfather has answered you even after his death it may just be to reassure you.
agree with you. Many things in our life we do not know. In people's lives, strange things happen that can not be explained
Great story. To start with all I could think was how glad I didn't live in a block of flats. I had worked out where the story was going towards the end. Well done.
Thank you, I'm glad that you appreciated my story. I've heard so many stories from people who have experienced inexplicable phenomena in apartment buildings.
Wow! this gave me goosebumps! I remember when my Grandad died, I had a dream about him the night before I found out he had died and I didn't even know he was sick as I hadn't seen him for years due to family split! sometimes there are things that we do not understand
I agree that strange things sometimes happen in our life. Some people who have encountered such phenomena often turn to "magicians and psychics" for advice. But unfortunately very often they turn out to be scammers.
I also heard such a thing - that if you see a deceased relative in a dream and he calls you with you (anywhere, just asks to follow him), then you absolutely should not do this.
Excellent story....your written strength is so high I enjoyed your story ... We always support u carry on dear@frank in
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This feels like a movie. You are a good story teller.
I really enjoyed your story.
I like your story. I think your friend, the older man, was a good friend in life. He just wanted to let you know he was still with you and hadn't abandoned you.