Not so long ago, the user of the Jugert SG has published a whole series of posts of the shouts of the story, thereby naunching me a constant interest in brick stories. Thinking a little, Actually there are a lot I’m a brake I decided to do something like that, of course, right now it is unlikely that it will turn out as well as jugerta. But closer to the point, I found a site where there are a lot of kripipasta … EEEM Here I am the brake
Well, well, catch stories, read, criticize, Min
This one scared this a little

It happened 1.5-2 years ago, in the spring. On that day, my friend read all sorts of cryptipaste and stumbled upon a message about a certain suspicious channel on YouTube, supposedly, it can only be opened by updating the YouTube page.COM/666 about 30 times.
My friend firmly believed in it, but I thought it was complete nonsense. On the same day, I visited the old acquaintance and told him this story. It became interesting to us. We opened Mazila and entered the address. To our surprise, the browser did not give an error about a non -existent page, on the contrary, he uploaded the main page and the inscription "The activities of this channel was temporarily blocked". We thought that nothing would change if we start updating the page.
Click F5. Click once. Click 2, 3, 4, 6, 10 ..
And then something happened that made me fall from the chair.
All pictures of the video suddenly replaced with the bloody numbers "666" on a black background.
We updated the page again.
Background began to acquire an increasingly red tint with each new update.
Then the standard logo of YouTububa changed to some blood-wire mass.
The first of the three video channel. I don’t remember what was there, Pruf will show.
On the second I wanted to close the page. I pressed "x". Nothing. Panic. Control/Alt/divides – a window with the numbers "666", then in the third video a hand crawled out and reached for the screen, got out of the video. The screen went out. I still can’t understand how, but the trace of the dust remained on the extinct monitor (as was possible?!) and the screen began to turn white very slowly. After 5 minutes, the screen became gray. There was a strange point that began to draw some runes. When the runes were drawn, blood began to ooze from them. Then some limbs and organs flew from there. Then in the screen suddenly (how I did not want to use this word) a screaming girl from the "call" appeared. It is then that I doubted the descent of the channel and video. When the video ended (somewhere after 5 minutes), the computer turned on, but since then there was a scrimmer virus with this girl from the “call”, and each video in Tyububa, that same hand crawled out for his frames.
The soap came a message. Wrote the same anonymus who made this video. Wrote that he made a video for 2 weeks, and the channel also belonged to him. Together with a friend-hacker, they made this “devilish” channel, opening with an unknown and it is not known what update and dismissed the crypticnuts about this for the whole Internet.
I post a link to the video how someone did it. There is only removed to the hand.
vkontakte.ru/video54936846_151305697

Maybe it may not

In Fallout 2, after passing the game you can continue to play. Remember, the non -functioning storage at the very beginning of the game? Where there are a bunch of toxic puddles, on the ground and the elevator where you kill gold geckons? On the map of the world, it is marked as “toxic caves”, but in fact it is a small shelter with 3 levels. (Including the first level – caves where you go down the stairs to the shelter itself)
And if you have an original, not punctured version of the foul, you can return to toxic caves after the game, and if you have an object called “Heart Pills” or “Cardiac injection”, who remained after the quest for the murder of Westin, you can kill yourself in the elevator.
After the usual death scene, the screen will become black without the possibility of going out to the main menu. A few minutes later you will hear a booming, as if coming from some cave, a sound that looks more like a white noise. The screen will slowly return to the game screen, and you will see your character in a heap of a vile biomass, which was around the master in the first part of the game. Your character will be alive again and will play an ordinary soundtrack from the game, but the white noise that was heard earlier is not where it will not be dropped.
You can explore a new level, but in no case do not try to break the locks. Do you know that since slaves have entered very unfortunate things into the code to protect their secrets.
If you continue to explore this secret level further, then this white noise will continue to increase, gradually shading, playing the soundtrack. Most likely, this is due to the impossibility of reproducing several soundtracks by the foul engine, which was not intended for this.
Moving from one door to another, you will fall on many characters you met during the game. Oddly enough, you can find only the characters who died, or those whom you were the last time before their death, including from your hand. The Persians vary depending on how you went through the game … If you were a good guy and tried to solve problems without violence, you will find only a few characters that you had to kill in the plot, or just the unfortunate victims of the murder that you met on your way. If you killed everyone in every city, you will see several hundred characters.
No matter what you did before, none of the characters will talk to you or respond to any action in any case. You will not be able to “hack” them, kill, push aside, or heal. If you try to use “first aid”, “doctor”, or to heal them, or by steampak and other hilk, the inscription “It’s much to later for that, chosen will appear in the text field."" Too late for this, chosen."
It would seem that this area is a purgatory, hell, which is filled with dead Persians burning their “eternal line” behind closed doors behind the last door, a game character from the first part of the follower. Some forums were written that the character will be with the same nickname and sex (depending on whom you played: a man or a woman). This is the only character you can talk to. After you start a conversation with this character, the white noise that you heard all this time will absorb all the accompanying sounds, filling everything and calms down, taking them with you. There will be a dull silence in the game. If you pass by him, then the terrible photos of the victims of the explosion in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, reinforced by increasing white noise, will flicker to the place of the usual screen. After that, everything will silent and you will fly to the desktop. The official forums already asked the question: “Why did the creators of the game have such a bad, perverted taste and why did they do what they did”, but the developers claimed that the game was clearly hacked and they have no pretext not for this “secret level” not to photographs of the victims of Hiroshima
In a conversation with the last character, he will explain that he is a resident of the shelter from the original game, and the fact that he is your ancestor. He will tell you that he is disappointed in choosing your path and in the fact that you ended up here and he will turn away from you and your character, collapsing into a pile of bones. Such an animation of death that I have never seen in the game itself. After that, the game will disappear into the white screen and block the computer, forcing to make hard reset.
There is a third option. In addition to the locked grilles behind which the characters languish, at the entrance where you appeared in the biomass, there is a door. This is one random -view door, and if you have explosives, then you can open it. Inside you will find one 10 mm without ammunition with “no clip” instead of a picture. None of your normal 10mm ammunition can be used on it. If you try to shoot the character standing behind the last door (it is another chosen from the first part), then the video on which will be a strange young man will turn out to be turned on unexpectedly. Those who saw him could not normally describe his appearance. He played the game similar to Fallout, but it is not. Some people claim that this is the early version of Fallout Tactics or Van Buren, but nothing on the screen has prerequisites for these games. Also, none of these games during the release of the second foul was even in the project (according to official information) the video was of poor quality and with a spoiled sound. When, the guy sitting behind the monitor said something, only slurred buzzing was heard. Sometimes he turned, looked into the camera for several seconds and laughed, while silence was heard instead of laughter. This video with an obvious intention tried to be terrible (although nothing terrible is actually happening. A person simply plays unknown games, apparently commenting on what he saw), but suddenly the video begins to disappear, moving to the desktop (cool trick, I really don’t know how they managed to make such a smooth transition at that time).
It is recommended not to turn on the TVs during a secret end and do not turn them on within an hour after that. You will quickly understand that the white noise in the game will begin to come from TVs in your home. Cable, satellite, and even antennas, and the signal will be lost for a while. But it seems to be connected by the Internet. This is how I write it for you now? And what is interesting. I turned off all the TVs and speakers an hour ago, but I still hear this noise … louder and louder.

ATTENTION. History contains rather cruel moments. I’m not joking. Think twice before reading.

The story was written in the diary I found in a new apartment. Believe it or not, I don’t know. I write in the style of x/p. I am writing on behalf of the author.

This happened back in 1998, when the technology was Gala Casino not the current couple, a terrible story occurred with the author, which still makes me wake up in cold sweat at night.

The author was an ordinary teenager, studied in the 9th grade, on weekdays he tried to devote as much time as possible to his studies, and on weekends he buzzed with friends for the whole coil, fortunately the work schedule of parents allowed to do this often. On such days, friends safely gathered in his apartment and watched various horror films, films about war, love, etc. But then there was a time when they revised all the cassettes that were available (and it was necessary to buy a new. Agreed to quit on the cassette, who can. Actually the story begins with this.

11.05.98
The next day, I decided to take a walk of school and go look at the novelties of cinema. To my great disappointment, the store in which they were sold was closed. I, with longing for my heart, wandered along the pavement, hoping to be in time for the third lesson. Having passed at a fast pace a couple of hundred meters, I slowed down, because in the distance I saw something in front of me and this was something inconsistent attracted my attention. I noticed a kiosk, which had never seen in this area before. I came closer to him and appeared to my gaze a mobile trailer-kiosk and a miracle, there were cassettes in it. “Yeah, still there is justice on Earth …”-flashed through the head. I began to look at the windows with a reverse tinting, the product available, but by my disappointment the choice was not more scarce, more precisely it was not there, there was no. Only 7 cassettes standing in a row and had nothing remarkable except pirate packaging. I thought to take risks and buy any of these cassettes for a long time, but in the end I made my choice.
I tapped the window of the kiosk in anticipation of the answer, but there was no answer, then I knocked again. A rude male voice rang out from the back: “What do you need?". “I would like to buy a cassette from you,” I answered. “What a cassette?"- in his rude voice, I heard a note of sarcasm". You are kidding me?"I thought. I did not see his face, but for some reason at that moment I introduced me an image of a fat, pimple and clumsy black. I wanted to leave, but curiosity prevailed over the mind. “Here you have 7 cassettes in a row on a shelf." – I wanted to quickly finish this dialogue. “25 rubles."- a voice said already without laughter. I silently held out my hand with money out the window, and what was my surprise when all 7 cassettes were in my hands. I went home with a satisfied look. Then I did not even realize why on that ill -fated day I gave 25 rubles ..
On the way home, I was thinking about what could be on these cassettes: “Some kind of cheap tender, with a black man in the main role, or some film that failed at the box office, or maybe homemade porn. Hmm … what am I talking about?". After 10 minutes I stood on the threshold of my apartment with a package full cassettes. Having jumped into the corridor, I took off my sneakers and flew into the room with a bullet where the video recorder stood. After dumping cassettes on the floor, I began to view the contents of the packages. It turned out that all the cassettes were numbered and called “Day 1, Day 2, etc.D.". Everything except the last cassette. There were no records on it. I took a cassette with the name "Day 1" and inserted into a tape recorder.
Cassette #1. I turned on the TV and began to watch what was happening. A simple school notebook of format in 12 lodges appeared on the screen. On the notebook, a clear handwriting was written in a clear handwriting – in ******* Alexey, class – 8 “b” and school No. 3 **. Further, the notebook from the screen disappeared and the recording of the amateur camera appeared. First, a city was shown in which the survey, the surroundings of the city, etc.p. I didn’t recognize the city. There was winter on the film, there was an evening on the street. 5-6 hours on a vapid. The camera made characteristic movements up and down, as is usually the case when a person removes when walking. Suddenly, she turned into the bushes somewhere and stopped. The impression was that now the shooting is in the park. The camera concentrated on the playground, which played several school -age children. The children slowly diverged, and the camera did not take their eyes off them. Until the last child has left the site. I wanted to cut down this droop, but then the camera settled. She began to follow her last child on his heels. And with every step the camera was getting closer and closer. Here it is already behind him, you can see the male hand stretching to the children’s back … Suddenly the recording was interrupted. The next frame plunged me into horror. I wanted to turn off the record, burn cassettes, forget about what I saw. But I did not do it. The next child was at the next frame, I recognized him by a jacket lying in the snow with a cut throat … The record does not end there … The next frame shows the same child, but now he is already sitting at the table and doing lessons! He smiles into the camera, waves his hand, then gets up and joyful approaches the camera. His eyes shine with happiness. The recording was interrupted once again. Further, the camera again shows the child sitting at the other table, in a completely different place, but now he does not make lessons. He is dead. Blood oozes from the throat, and his chilled face is directed into the chamber. A rude male voice is heard behind the frame: “This is what happens to those who walk in the park for a long time and do not listen to their parents. Say hello to your dad, who, by booze, gave me an entry with you in the title role.»The first cassette ends on this.
Oh my god, how terrible it is, I was vomiting … I wanted to believe that it is installation, production, but anything, but not true! The first thought that came to my mind is to contact the police. They must find this bastard, they should … and then I remembered painfully a familiar voice on the film. I inserted the cassette again, rewound completely, listened to again. Exactly. This is a voice from a kiosk trailer. I was covered by panic fear … Oh my God. I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid for my life. After all, if the film is true, then I signed myself a death sentence … "25 rubles."- Yes, exactly so much is now worth my life. Think, think! Show this to someone? Is it worth it? What if the person to whom I will show will blame? Then I am the end. Perhaps the bastard is already watching me. He saw my face … Damn, damn it. I decided not to do anything. I hid the cassettes at home in a safe place, where I usually hid cigarettes.
The rest of the day has passed worse than nowhere. I was afraid of every rustle, watched what was happening outside the window, cigarettes flew away one after another, and when they knocked on the door, I almost went crazy. But fortunately, behind the door was not a maniac with a tesak, but my friend Andryukha. He went to find out how I care and why I didn’t come to school today. As it is not regrettable, I had to lie. I told him that I was sick and I will stay at home for a couple of days. We talked a little with him, I felt better. But then Andryukha left and I felt uneasy again. Today is Monday, and parents will come only a week later and from this it became even worse. Get dark.
I was lying in bed and tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep when there was a knock on the door. “No cannot be! He cannot know where I live! So. Without panic. I’m at home, which means I’m safe. At least at the moment. You just need to not pay attention to.."And again a knock. And yet, and yet … my nerves could not withstand this onslaught, I jumped out of bed and headed for the door. “Who is there?"I asked. “Hi, it’s me, we wanted to take a walk in the evening.."- answered the female voice. I was replaced. I felt unprecedented relief. With these stupid thoughts about the maniac of a psycho, I completely forgot about what I promised to walk on Monday. I glanced briefly at my watch, half of the eleventh. I opened the door. “Hello Nasten, I’m sorry I haven’t opened it for so long, I just got sick … let’s better sit with me."I will say. The answer followed immediately: “Well, good."
Nastya entered the apartment. We went to the kitchen, I put a kettle. We began to talk. By the way, Nastya is a very good girlfriend, but a terrible gossip and all attempts to roll up to her crawl in the root, referring to higher feelings than sympathy. Love and all that figo. In general, we drank a seagull with her and I, so that Nastya stayed with me longer (I did not want to be alone at all), suggested watching some movie. She has agreed to my happiness. She also did not forget to mention that I promised to buy a new cassette. I mumbled something in response, in the end it all ended well. We thought for a long time what movie. Nastya insisted on the "sinister dead", and I wanted to see "Lucky Gilmore". As a result, they decided to watch the film "Mask" with Jim Kerry in the title role. In the course of the film, I tried to wave the nastyka, for which I received a couple of times by hand. Why is she so stubborn? After an hour and a half, the film ended. I offered to see something else, but Nastya referring to the late hour began to gather. It really was 2 hours of night. At such a time, I could not let her go alone. I began to gather with her. At first she was against it, but then agreed. Leaving the house, I forgot a pack of cigarettes, but did not return.
Nastya lived at the other end of the city. But since our city is small, then 30 minutes walk and now we are already standing at its entrance. We said goodbye, I kissed her on the cheek, she smiled and went home. I walked home with a quick step, wildly wanted to smoke. Here is the devil. He accelerated his step, tried not to think about the cassette, but this turned out to be few. For a few quarters from my house I froze. Ahead, 30 meters, under the lantern was a man. And this is at 3 a.m. in our provincial town. I gathered my thoughts and went straight to the lantern. “There is no smoke?"- the voice was not like a voice from the film. I felt better. “I’m looking for myself."I answered and went on, and the man continued to stand under the lantern. Jumping home, I took a shower and went to bed. I dreamed of a boy from the film, he cried and begged not to kill him, a knife blow ..

I woke up. The condition is hangover. Time – 6 in the morning. I slept only two and a half hours. It is not surprising that I am so bad. Well, if so, then I’m going to school today. Thoughts about the film disappeared by themselves, my mind refused to accept what I saw on the screen, for the truth. I had breakfast and went to the first lesson. The day at the school was lousy, I received a deuce in chemistry, yes, this will not please my parents. I slowly wandered home, looking at shop windows. I liked the skateboard board, I dreamed about such a long time. Having reached the house, I entered the staircase and checked our mailbox. Letter. From whom? Absolutely nothing is indicated on the envelope. Strange … I went up to my floor, entered the apartment, threw the satchel and went into my room. He opened the envelope and began to read aloud:
“Hello Vladislav, how do you like my movie? You already looked at the first cassette? If so, do not pull the rubber, insert the second and enjoy the spectacle. But I warn – no one.»Com came up to the throat, I re -read the letter again. I did not believe my eyes! "How? When? Well, of course! I remembered yesterday, a man near the lantern. But this is where?"Thoughts stormed my head, the temple pulsed, his hands shook with fear. It looks like I have no choice.
Cassette #2. I took out a bag of cassettes from my cache, found the right one and inserted it into a tape recorder. The usual school notebook of 12 school sheets appeared on the screen, all the same handwriting as on the first notebook. Student’s name – ru ******** Anna, 11 "G" School No. 5*. In the camera lens, the surroundings of the city are again shown, I can’t say exactly the same city or not, but the buildings were different. Spring on the street, early morning, children mourn in school. The camera is directed towards the smoking room (this is usually a place not so distant from the school, but hidden from the teacher’s eyes, most often is located behind garages, or around the corner of the school). The camera froze in the bushes behind the garage. After a couple of minutes, a pretty slender girl, about 17 years old, blonde, gets into the frame. She takes out a cigarette and lights up. As soon as the girl turns her back, the camera is setting. The girl notices a strange noise behind her, turns around, tries to call for help, but it’s already too late. The recording is interrupted. The next frame. The girl sits tied to a chair, at the table next to the dead boy. The boy’s body decomposed and became like a withered mummy. The girl breathes. Eyes wrapped up, mouth is sealed with tape. A man appears in the frame. Mask is dressed on the face. It is enough athletic physique, dressed in military uniforms. He breaks the tape and asks the question: “You are a virgin?". The girl is silent. Then the man unleashes the girl’s eyes. The girl screams hysterically, then the man breaks all the clothes from her. What was next to no explanation. He repeats the question: “You are a virgin?»The girl is silent, she is scared to terrible. A man takes the drill without any words into an extension cord near the table, and approaches the girl. A heart -rending cry: “I ask you not to!" – and after a second the drill was already wrapping her crotch on the drill. The girl screamed at first, and then clogged in convulsions. He continued to drill until she stopped moving. Then he said: “Girls quit smoking, think about your children.»On this entry ended.
I don’t know how much time passed before I returned to me. I lit a cigarette. I was no longer surprised by his cruelty. I reconciled with everything that is happening on the screen. I don’t know…

Further in the diary there is a pass of a few days.

16.05.98
Sorry for the diary, but it is unbearable. How tired I am to look at these atrocities. What is he achieving? Every day I had to view one cassette a day. These were its conditions. Now I understand the meaning of the names "Day 1", "Day 2", what about them. Today is the time to cassette called "Day 6". I think about what he will surprise this time. So what could be there? Hmm, a cut throat was, a drill and a pussy was, a hammer and teeth too, a tak, an ax and hands – it was a spectacle “do not steal the guys”, drank and legs boring, the guy quickly leaned back. Maybe today there will be a sledgehammer and eggs? Ahahah … I’m going crazy. I lit a cigarette. Friends should come today, watch a movie, but I will say that the view was burned. And we just go for a walk, and in the evening I will look at the 6th cassette.
Friends, Andryukha, Nastya and a couple more people came at 7 p.m. In general, I said that the vidak burned down. At first they attacked me with reproaches, but then everything seemed to have subsided and we went for a walk. We wandered around the city, went into the cafe, drank the beer and were about to leave the cafe, as Andryukha called me to him: “Vlad, come in a couple of words, you need to talk”. I came up. “Vlad, what’s wrong with you? You are not your own? Something happened?"Asked Andryukha warily. “No, everything is fine, I just didn’t get enough sleep, but with Nastya it doesn’t work out to stir up.." – I answered. “I don’t believe. Let’s put everything as it is." – Andrei already said persistently. I did not know what to answer, tell the truth now and expose myself to a fool? In the end, I said: “Come tomorrow night, at 6 hours, I’ll tell you everything and show you everything." – I answered. "OK."- answered Andryukha. We left the cafe, and went home, as always, I spent Nastya and went home. And again, various thoughts attacked my head. I wandered like in a fog. I did not understand if I was going home or cut circles until a sharp pain in the foot area returned me to reality. I raised my foot and discovered that I broke the sole on my crosses, and with it part of the heel. I got to the house. I took a letter from the box on the machine, went home, processed the wound, read a letter that said something about the finish line. I threw the letter and inserted the 6th cassette. He looked at his watch – half of the twelfth.
Cassette #6. Another notebook. Student’s name – AK ***** Anatoly 9 "A" School No. 2 **. AK ***** Anatoly?! Oh no … I know him! This is a guy who disappeared without a trace half a year ago. My God … this cannot be … He lived in a neighboring city. We played together for one hockey club. It cannot be … can not … On the film I see the outlines of a familiar city, I am familiar with these streets, I have already been here. Autumn is standing on the street. The midst of the day. The camera takes off our sports complex directly from the bushes opposite the entrance. Pupils of the hockey section come out of it. The last we go out, with a fraction. Oh my god! No Tolya, no need. We say goodbye to the entrance and diverge in different directions. I briefly notice my view on the camera lens. I seem to have noticed him! But I turn and leave, and the camera begins to follow the tole. This time I am really scared, because my friend is in the camera lens! He overtook Tolya in an abandoned lane, where Tolya went to celebrate the need. I don’t want to say that this scum did with Tolya. In order to fall asleep, I had to drink 200 grams of vodka. I do not believe that this is happening to me ..

17.05.98
I looked at all the cassettes. 7th and last today in the morning. She is empty. Andrei should come tonight, I will show him everything and we will come up with something together. In the meantime, I’ll go for a walk. I wandered around the city, went to Nastya, talked. Having walked around, I returned home, out of habit I checked the mailbox … My legs sank from horror. Instead of the usual letter in the box lay a cassette. How did she get there, I had no idea. On the cassette there was an inscription "Day 7".

Then I write one-in-one from the records from the diary.

I inserted a cassette and stunned with horror. There was no notebook. Instead of it, there was my photo from a passport at the top of it. I swallowed a com approaching my throat. The streets of our city are shown. The next frame is a walking, in an embrace with Nastya, then I, sitting in a bar, and finally I am leaving the entrance of my house for today’s walk. Out of fear, I gathered all the cassettes in a heap and burned right in the kitchen. I crumbled and washed away the rest in the toilet. I will hide the diary here, where I kept cassettes and smoke. Under the wooden floor, which I dismantled specifically for these purposes. The doorbell is probably Andrey. Now we will come up with something."

This is the last record from the diary. I found him in one of the rooms when I changed the old floors. Nothing is known about the continuation of the story. They say a family lived, and then all at once disappeared somewhere.

That evening a friend called me and said that she was trapped, that she would not get out and so that I would come to her and as soon as possible! There was an alarm in its voice that made me run to her in 3 minutes. I got to my friend’s apartment with huge jumps. The door was open, I realized that I was late … Entering the bedroom, I found my friend dead, she sat on a chair near the computer, horror froze on her face … I fell to my knees and began to sob and began to sob. After sobbing for 20 minutes, I got up and my gaze fell on the on the on the monitor. There was nothing on it, that is, there was only a standard Windows picture on the desktop and a file with the name “CCC.EXE ". An exclamation mark was depicted on the label. I did not open it, pulled out a hard drive, and ran to the police. Later, doctors established the cause of my friend’s death: heart failure. I was very bad, I felt guilty of her death. That day I came home, changed the hard drive, turned on the computer and opened the SSC file.Ehe … silence. Nothing happens. Opened the task dispatcher and found this file in the processes. I did not have time to click on the “kill process” button, as red stripes appeared on the screen. The mouse and keyboard are heated. The notification jumped out in the taskbar: “Attention! CCC.Ehe – a threat to security! The processor temperature is much higher than the norm!". Then the red inscription on the screen "System is deactivate!»Immediately after it was followed. Only the desktop after the reboot did not appear, and the inscription “Do you want me to see me, instead? SCS wait "and disappeared. All doors slammed shut in the house. Steps were heard. I sat breathing a little, and listened. I was insanely scary … My friend with burning red eyes entered the room! I said: “Katya! Katya don’t come up with you? You died!". She told me “CCC (CCC)” and took a step towards me. Then again the "sS" and a step. I shouted for help went to the door, but it did not open. I shouted, but no one heard me. And Katya kept repeating the "sC" and was approaching me. I realized that I could no longer wait and from all over I put it on her and tried to push her as much as possible. She flew away quite far, but her “sS” still has not disappeared, and she was still approaching me. Now I finally realized everything and realized that I would die just like my friend … And I wanted to come close to Katya, closing my eyes, but then my friend Kolya flies into the apartment and flies into the apartment. I am from surprise and from everything that just happened to me, I immediately fell out. I woke up at my friend at home. He said that I, it turns out, called him, said that I was in a trap and that he would come faster. Apparently I detained my friend with my impetus, and my friend managed to come, but when I asked him where my friend went, Kolya said that he had not seen anyone. “Strange,” I thought and tried to get up, but could not. My legs were terribly painful. Kolya said: “Don’t get up! I will spend it from me, and tomorrow we’ll see! Right now, I will bring something to eat and, by the way, I took your hard!"And ran to another room.
– And why do you need my hard?
-I saw something interesting there!
– What did you see there!?
-Yes, the file is some strange! CCC exse is called.
– You are an idiot! Do not try to open it! For nothing! Please beg you, don’t open!
– Come on, you are steaming! I’m interested!
I could not get up in any way, my legs were terrible. I shouted to him as louder as possible: “What happened to me is from this file! Do not open it!"… In response, I heard only" SCS "and steps in my room.

This story was told to me by the boys about 7 years ago in the beloved village of the Usta of the Ryazan region. "It was in the evening, there was nothing to do". We measured, who will tell the worse story. Under the stamp “It happened to such a kid” was told to me that I will try to retell now. Pay attention, dear readers, I put it in the section of horror stories and legends, because I am not at all sure that this could be true)
They told me that the guy was driving from another village home at the mouth. There are many more villages nearby: Gladkovo, Temgenevo, Ogra-Pochkovo, where you can have fun. The club has long been closed at the mouth, there were no other entertainment institutions. Even the school was eventually closed, and students have to ride a bus in Gladkovo.
The young man returned from the disco. I was driving on a motorcycle Urals without a stroller. The road is empty, nice, night breeze in the face. I didn’t ride particularly quickly, since the road is broken (I think that many people represent what are the roads between the villages), it’s dark, and the large potholes that met on the way, even with high light, can only be seen as soon as you arrive very close.
The guy has already traveled more than half of the road. When I suddenly saw a grandmother standing on the sidelines. I looked closely, and she votes, asks to stop. “Where will I plant her?" – thought the guy and drove past. Something forced him to turn into an old woman. Still night, she is alone, maybe to try to take her … turns around, and she follows him. The kid felt a little uncomfortable, he thought: “What is she? No, well, it "added a little speed. Looks around again, and the grandmother is following him and only gets closer. The guy was completely streaming, something was wrong, thought, added more, turned around-the grandmother is already running after him. He still added and, without turning around, tried to go to the house. Suddenly hears a rattle, a whistle, as if someone was scratching his motorcycle. In a daze, he still reached the house, alive, unharmed, put a motorcycle in the courtyard, went to bed with a pounding heart. I thought: “Where did the rattle come from? Probably the stones flew. Well, of course, I swept around the site at such a speed where pebbles from the river Navalen!". Fell asleep with these thoughts. Wakes up in the morning, rejoices that the nightmare was over, already thought that he had dreamed. Goes to wash, takes off the shirt, look – and she is all in the blood. And in some stripes, blood spread over it, as if someone had drew his claws on the back. Tries to look at the back in the mirror – really: the whole back is scratched. How he did not notice this yesterday, did not feel pain? The guy is in shock. I went to look, maybe in the bed the springs jumped out. And the laundry of bed everything is in the blood, and the feather bed, but the springs are in place. I scratched my head, went to my motorcycle. And stupid: the seat is cut into shreds, and the rear wing is scratched from above.