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0:18I am not the fearful type. I always
0:21believed that everything supernatural
0:24had a very prosaic explanation, colored
0:26by the unknown and otherworldly due to
0:29the fears, impressionability, and
0:31anxiety of overly nervous citizens.
0:34That’s what I thought recently, but
0:37this October, everything changed—and
0:40it changed drastically. October is damp
0:42and slushy. It’s unpleasant, but I
0:46was in a great mood because my sister
0:49came to visit me, despite the bad
0:51weather. I prepared dinner and a small
0:55pie for tea. We hadn't seen each other
0:57for two weeks. She had gone off to the
1:00sea and now, full of impressions, was
1:03sipping tea, showing me photos of those
1:05beautiful 14 days under the sun, and
1:08sharing her experiences. It was nearing
1:11one in the morning, and my sister
1:13started getting ready to leave. She
1:15didn't live far, but her husband was
1:18already hinting via text that it was
1:20time to head home. I decided to walk
1:23her out. To be honest, I wasn't driven
1:26by natural hospitality, but by
1:29necessity. I decided to take out the
1:31trash. I had made a decent mess while
1:33cooking, and the trash bag was sitting
1:36in the corner. I live on the third
1:38floor of a nine-story building. I've
1:40lived there for two years. The building
1:42has a trash chute, but it doesn't work.
1:45It was welded shut before I moved in,
1:47so there is a dumpster outside the
1:49entrance for that purpose. I decided to
1:52combine this mission with walking my
1:54sister to her car. We went out and said
1:57our quick goodbyes, aided by the cold
1:59and dampness of the October night. Then
2:02I headed back home. Entering the lobby,
2:05I began to briskly walk up the stairs.
2:08I should say a little bit about the
2:10entrance hall. Like thousands of other
2:12panel buildings, my entrance looked
2:15quite wretched—not dirty, no, just
2:18shabby. Dull lighting, which only a few
2:21floors could boast about. The
2:24stairwells were not lit at all. On the
2:27first floor, a light bulb was proudly
2:29glowing, naturally, a 40-watt one. On
2:31the second floor and my own third floor
2:33, these modest lamps were also burning.
2:36I flew up to the second floor like an
2:38arrow, passed the dark stairwell, and
2:41ended up on my own landing. Jingling my
2:43keys, I walked toward my door, but then
2:46, for some reason, I paused. I often
2:49replay that day in my head, all the
2:51sensations and thoughts, everything I
2:54remember about those minutes. But even
2:56now, I can’t understand what stopped
2:59me in that second. There was complete
3:02silence, the same temperature, the same
3:05humid air. My feet had climbed these
3:08steps a thousand times. My eyes had
3:10seen this scenery. Maybe that was
3:13exactly the point. My peripheral vision
3:16caught something that hadn't been there
3:19before, something that shouldn't have
3:22been there. Fumbling with the keys in
3:25my hands, I stopped and turned around.
3:28The dim light illuminated the stairs to
3:30the fourth floor and part of the
3:32stairwell. Everything was as always.
3:34Gray concrete stairs, dull tiles on the
3:37landing. In the area not reached by the
3:40corridor light, where the pipe of the
3:43welded trash chute sat askew in the
3:45gloom, there was something there—
3:47between the wall and the trash chute,
3:50someone was hiding. My eyes, accustomed
3:53to the dim light, easily made out a
3:56human shape. It was him, standing with
3:59his left side toward me. I could
4:02partially distinguish the outline of
4:03his silhouette. He was thin, very tall,
4:07and hunched over. At first, I thought
4:10he was some kind of drug addict. His
4:12face was as pale as a sheet. Excessive
4:15thinness. My first thought was a junkie
4:19, hallucinating and choosing such a
4:22strange spot to better see the
4:24inter-floor guest. I needed to step
4:28back, but I stepped back without
4:31caution, which I regret every day. He
4:35stood motionless, which immediately
4:38seemed unnatural to me, as I didn't
4:41notice even a slight sway. His arms
4:44hung down, and it was from these arms
4:47that the first wave of terror hit me.
4:49The arms, or rather the arm, was
4:52unnaturally long. The white-gray hand
4:56had unimaginably long fingers. The arm
4:59hung limp. The hunched figure remained
5:03frozen in an unnatural curve. I still
5:08couldn't see his face clearly, but the
5:09profile was terrifying. His face was
5:13very long. It turned white in the
5:15twilight like fabric. I stared at him
5:19for a few seconds, and then it felt
5:20like I was doused with ice water. There
5:23was no nose on his face. I saw the
5:26profile, so the nose was the first
5:28thing that should have stood out. But
5:31there was nothing where the nose should
5:33be. A completely smooth surface. I
5:36couldn't see a mouth, and for some
5:38reason, no eyes either. I only saw dark
5:41hollows, and that was all. At that
5:43moment, the obvious arguments of logic
5:46began to fail me. And then my gaze fell
5:48on his feet. Bare feet. How? How could
5:53he be barefoot if it’s cold October
5:55outside? I stood frozen like a statue.
5:58For some reason, at that moment, it
6:00wasn't the lack of a nose, but the feet
6:02. Those bare feet paralyzed me with
6:05horror. They were just as white as the
6:08rest of his exposed body parts. But
6:11just like the hands, the feet were of
6:14an unthinkable length. I staggered. The
6:18sight of this motionless entity
6:20terrified me so much that I lost the
6:22ability to move for a few seconds. I
6:24just stood there and looked at him.
6:27This was not a human at all. At one
6:29point, I broke out of my stupor and
6:32started to retreat toward my door. But
6:36my keys jingled in my hand, apparently
6:38from the unbearable shaking. All this
6:42time, I kept staring fixedly at the
6:44terrifying guest. He abruptly turned
6:46his head toward me. Now I saw his whole
6:49face, elongated and colorless. Not only
6:54was there no nose, but there was no
6:56hint of anything to breathe through.
6:59What I had previously taken for
7:02deep-set eyes were not eyes at all.
7:05Just two huge black hollows. There was
7:08also a mouth, very small. It looked at
7:12me, even though it had nothing to see
7:14with. It saw, it was studying me.
7:18Turning its entire body after its face,
7:20just as swiftly. It turned to face me,
7:24gaunt and very tall. It slowly opened a
7:28small mouth and let out a long,
7:31groaning, low, and creaky "o." It
7:34sounded like an exhale. In a panic, I
7:38managed to shake off the paralysis and
7:40lunged toward the door. Who can
7:42understand such stress? In seconds like
7:45these, time seems to stretch. It
7:48lingers for an eternity. I felt like I
7:51would never find the keyhole, never get
7:54this door open. I could hear the
7:57pulsing blood in my ears. Huge feet
7:59slapped against the tiles rhythmically,
8:02yet loudly. The door opened, and I ran
8:05into the hallway. I locked it so fast I
8:09bruised my finger on the latch and
8:11collapsed in the hallway corner. My
8:15door is good, sturdy, but impossibly, I
8:18heard those footsteps approaching. It
8:22was walking, walking toward me. It knew
8:25I was here. Another inexplicable oddity
8:29of my own behavior. Why didn't I bolt
8:32into the rooms, the kitchen, or the
8:34bathroom? Why was I cowering in the
8:37hallway corner listening to that vile
8:40slapping? It stopped right outside my
8:42door. Silence fell. It stood there,
8:47then slowly and almost emotionlessly,
8:50it jerked the handle down and up. Then
8:54again and again, but more intensely.
8:57The handle jerked incessantly. The door
9:01pounded. I tucked my head into my knees
9:04, covered my ears with my palms, and
9:06screamed. I don't remember exactly what
9:09I screamed, but it stopped. Complete
9:13silence fell. I sat motionless for a
9:17few seconds, but heard no sounds or
9:19movement from behind the door. I stood
9:23up slowly and approached the door. I
9:25listened, but didn't look through the
9:28peephole. I was too afraid. I
9:30remembered how quietly and motionlessly
9:33it had stood behind the trash chute. I
9:36went to the kitchen, turned on the
9:39light, collapsed at the table, shaking
9:41like a rabbit, poured some tea, trying
9:44to figure out what it was. My battered
9:47logic refused to provide a decent
9:49explanation for what I saw. I didn't
9:51know what to do. I just dragged myself
9:54to my bedroom and fell onto the bed.
9:57Sleep was out of the question. I lay
9:59there thinking, but I couldn't shake
10:02one specific feeling. The feeling of
10:05danger. It seemed like it was over. I
10:08had escaped. I am home. But the anxiety
10:11kept growing. The feeling of an unseen
10:14presence was inducing panic. I looked
10:16around. The room is empty. The street
10:19light illuminates it enough. What is
10:22wrong? The room, the window, the
10:25corners, the window or outside the
10:27window. What about the window? I jump
10:31up, walk over slowly, peek out
10:33carefully so I'm not visible in the
10:36frame, and right in front of me, neck
10:39craned and staring with a soulless
10:41socket straight into my soul, stood it.
10:45Cold sweat drenched my entire body. It
10:48opened its mouth, unnaturally small,
10:50emitting a slow, familiar sound. I
10:53couldn't look away. Fear paralyzed me
10:57completely, then he swayed back, and
11:00his mouth stretched into a smile, or
11:03rather, a snarl. There was nothing
11:07inside his mouth. The same emptiness as
11:09in his eye sockets. That snarl said
11:12only one thing: He sees right through
11:14me. He found me, and I have nowhere to
11:17hide. I recoiled from that smirk and
11:20scrambled onto the bed. Panic. I was in
11:24a panic. The phone. I need to call
11:27someone. I need to ask for help. From
11:30whom? The police, the psych ward, an
11:33ambulance, my sister, and my husband. I
11:36frantically reach into my pajama
11:39pockets, but there’s no phone. Of
11:41course, it’s in the kitchen, where I
11:43left it before stepping out for a
11:45second with my sister to take out the
11:48trash. I jump up, glance at the window,
11:51and head into the dark hallway. I walk
11:54into the kitchen. Just as I thought.
11:56It’s lying on the table. I call.
11:59Silence. No surprise there. It’s 2:00
12:02in the morning. I dial again—ringing,
12:05ringing. Out of the corner of my ear, I
12:08catch a sound from the bedroom. I
12:09wanted to scream, but fear formed a
12:12lump in my throat. The deathly silence
12:14of terror was shattered by a ring. My
12:17sister’s photo was smiling on the
12:19screen. I grabbed the phone, rolled
12:21into the bathroom, flicking on the
12:23light as I passed. With trembling hands
12:26, I finally picked up the incessantly
12:28ringing phone. My sister was shrieking
12:30in a panic on the other end. I didn’t
12:32understand what she was saying. I
12:34wanted to yell, but I couldn’t push
12:37anything out but a wheeze. Then my
12:40brother-in-law took the phone. He asked
12:42firmly and calmly what had happened.
12:45His voice relaxed me just enough that I
12:48managed to force out, in a creaky,
12:50unrecognizable voice: "Lesha, come
12:53quickly, he’s already on the balcony.
12:55""He’s going to come in here, he’s
12:58going to take me." After those words, I
13:01broke down in hysterics. I just howled
13:03into the receiver. Somewhere far away,
13:05as if in another reality, my
13:06brother-in-law was shouting. I only
13:08heard who he was, and where he was now.
13:11But all that was far away. And here I
13:14was, huddled in the shower stall, the
13:17click of the balcony door opening. He
13:20was here, and he was coming for me. My
13:23wailing was cut short by my sister’s
13:24wild scream. She was yelling: "Whatever
13:27you do, don't hang up, we're coming!""
13:29Turn on the speakerphone and keep
13:31talking to us." As if spellbound, I
13:33followed the simple instruction. Now,
13:35verbally, I wasn't alone. Meanwhile, my
13:38ears caught a distinct, yet
13:41all-too-familiar wet slapping on the
13:43parquet floor, rhythmic and terrifying.
13:46I don’t remember what my sister was
13:49saying or what I replied. I only
13:51remember my sheer horror and the
13:53approaching slapping sound. It was
13:56drawing closer. He stopped. He was
13:59behind the door. This silence was
14:01driving me insane. A few minutes later,
14:04I noticed the handle slowly moving.
14:07Cautious and silent, I prepared to
14:10storm the door, but suddenly the lights
14:13went out. I wanted to scream, but could
14:16only manage a wheeze. The only thing
14:19separating me from the pitch black was
14:21my phone screen, with my sister's
14:23smiling photo. I think I was whispering
14:26something to her. She was trying to
14:28calm me down. That voice of hers was
14:31interrupted by a powerful blow to the
14:34door, then it scratched and let out
14:37that long "Oh." That creaky, low sound
14:41was so sinister, terrifying, and
14:43inhuman. And it also held a certain
14:46emptiness. The sound came as if from an
14:48abyss. It kept scratching and
14:50scratching, pulling the handle, trying
14:52to break through the door. And then
14:55everything went quiet, and my phone
14:57suddenly turned off. Total, sticky
14:59darkness swallowed me, and I couldn't
15:02see or hear a thing. Not a sound. I
15:06pressed myself into the corner; I felt
15:08as if I had even stopped breathing. And
15:11in this hellish darkness, this
15:13unthinkable silence, I heard metal
15:15hitting the tile. It was the handle.
15:19This was the end. Nothing protected me
15:22from it anymore. Now something far more
15:25terrifying than death awaits me. His
15:27gaze into my soul made me realize only
15:29one thing: he came for her. He doesn't
15:32need my life. He needs my soul. My
15:36heart was beating wildly. I heard that
15:39long, creaky "oh," the sound of the
15:41door squeaking, again. And I, or so I
15:44thought, saw a grin and empty eye
15:47sockets right in front of me. But at
15:50that second, my consciousness drifted,
15:53and I just blacked out. When I came to,
15:56there was blinding light all around. It
15:59seemed absurdly impossible to me. There
16:02were people all around. My sister was
16:04sitting nearby. A man in uniform, a
16:06police officer, stood in the doorway.
16:09He was talking to my brother-in-law.
16:11From the next room, the voices of other
16:14men could be heard. It turned out there
16:17were two more officers on duty. As my
16:20sister and her husband later told me,
16:23when I called, they knew right away
16:25that something was wrong. They rushed
16:28out to help me. During our brief
16:31conversation, they realized it wasn't
16:34just someone breaking in; they realized
16:36something terrifying was happening in
16:38my apartment. While still in the car,
16:42my brother-in-law called the police,
16:43saying someone had broken in. They
16:46arrived almost at the same time. When
16:48they approached the door, they noticed
16:51some wet traces. It had been raining
16:53and snowing; it was October slush. But
16:56it turned out to be something like oil.
16:59They didn't have to struggle with the
17:00door for long. My sister has a key
17:02because of my absent-mindedness. I’ve
17:05lost my keys about five times, if not
17:07more. Opening the door, they entered.
17:09Dark and quiet. They called for me.
17:12Silence. The police and my sister's
17:14husband checked the rooms, and my
17:16sister went to the bathroom. She turned
17:18on the light. I sat pressed against the
17:20wall, unconscious, until they pulled me
17:22out and carried me to the bedroom. They
17:24began to inspect the apartment. The
17:26balcony door was open. A chain of oily
17:28footprints led from it toward the
17:30bathroom. The bathroom handle was
17:32ripped off, the door covered in the
17:34same substance, as was the balcony door
17:36. There were no more footprints. How
17:39and where the uninvited guest
17:40disappeared, nobody knows. He likely
17:42went back to the balcony, retracing his
17:45own steps. Under the bedroom window,
17:47where I had seen him standing. There
17:50was a large puddle of this oily sludge.
17:52The experts took a sample. It turned
17:54out to be some strange mixture
17:56containing a large amount of resin. I
17:59didn't understand much, and I didn't
18:01want to. I moved out of the apartment
18:03that same day. I know I will never
18:05return there. I put it up for sale.
18:07I’m living with my sister, I can't be
18:10alone. I’m afraid of everything. I
18:12don't know what to do. Four months have
18:15passed. I haven't slept once without
18:17the light on. I keep the curtains drawn
18:19tight, forever. I am waiting for him. I
18:22know that if he sees my soul, he will
18:24take it. I survived. He was scared off.
18:28But how long will I stay safe? And if
18:30he comes back, if he finds me, I don't
18:33know how to go on living. I don't know
18:36where the empty, abyss-like eye sockets
18:39, the hellish grin, and the unnaturally
18:41long, bony fingers are waiting for me.
18:44I am living, or perhaps, I am just
18:47waiting to die.

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