Vampires. Mystical stories

Vampires

Mystical stories

Svetlana Mirrai

© Svetlana Mirrai, 2023

ISBN 978-5-0056-2011-8

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Stories of an abandoned house

In the depths of the dense forest there was an old abandoned house. You can’t even imagine how many travelers he has let in for the night during his long life. All the stories told and what happened to these people are now kept by its walls. And if you can hear what they are whispering about, then you can learn a lot of different interesting stories.

Once in this house there were two mushroom pickers Ivan and Sergey, they came to take shelter from the bad weather and the coming twilight.

Sergey was an enthusiastic person, he was engaged in «extrasensory», bioenergetics and yoga, and he also knew how to see ghosts and read energy wherever he was.

– How good that there is an abandoned house in this place, – Ivan said contentedly, passing into the living room, of course, if it was possible to call it that.

– Is it bad or good, let’s see… you know, Vanya, there are different houses. You feel comfortable in one house, but you just want to run away from the other, and as soon as possible and it doesn’t matter where.

Ivan looked at his friend from under his brows and said:

«Whether you like it or not, we’re going to have to stay here until tomorrow morning. So we settle down here, have dinner and go to bed…

Friends lit a small fire near the house, boiled water on the fire. Sergey took the stew out of his backpack, cookies and tea leaves. They lit a candle that they found in the room and sat down at the dinner table, when they ate in silence, Ivan said:

– Well, Serega, I do not know about you, but I went to bed.

– No, I’m going to sit a little longer, I want to listen to the walls, in case they tell me something interesting. When else would such an opportunity present itself, to sit in such a house.

– Well, look for yourself, shaman if you want, and I’ll go lie down. Get up early tomorrow morning, you need to sleep…

Ivan lay down in the farthest corner on the unfolded mattresses that were lying instead of a bed.

Sergei remained sitting in front of the candle. And suddenly, before his eyes, as if he was in a movie theater, pictures began to scroll. After a few minutes he came to his senses and cried out:

– You should know about it! Listen to what I’m going to tell you now.

Ivan stirred in his corner, he hadn’t had time to fall asleep yet.

– Well, what do you have there, okay, let’s spit it out…

Baba Yaga

– Dimochka, we are still lost with you – - Anya said softly, preparing to pout her tiny lips and cry. – There was no need to go so far from home for strawberries.

The girl was five years younger than her brother.

– Let’s walk straight along the path again, then we will understand whether we are lost or not – - the brother replied in a firm voice.

Dima always felt responsible for his younger sister and played the role of the main and strong in front of her…

«Whatever you say,» Anya replied and sighed heavily, looking at him from under her brows.

She loved Dimka very much and always told her friends what a smart and strong brother she had. «I have the best one on earth!»

The two of them walked a little further into the depths of the forest. Then we rested on a tree lying on the ground, got up and walked further along the winding path. But the forest did not end, but on the contrary became thicker and thicker. Anya began to cry and beg for her mother. But suddenly, a hunched figure was walking towards them among the trees to meet them.

– Auntie, we’re here! We are lost, please take us home,» they shouted with all their might.

The woman heard the children, quickened her pace and now she is already next to them.

– Hi kids! Lost, my sweet. Well, come with me, I’ll feed you and give you a drink.

The children were delighted, Anechka jumped up with happiness.

– Will you be a forest fairy? – she asked happily.

– Yes, she’s almost a girl, – the woman grinned and twisted her toothless mouth into a malicious smile.

– Will you take us home later? Dima was worried.

– I’ll take the bunnies, where will I go, – she replied – - follow me.

Dima immediately calmed down and boldly followed the strange woman who lived in the depths of the dense forest.

They did not walk for a long time along the winding path one after the other. And soon a small, crooked hut appeared in the middle of the forest. The house reminded the children of a hut on chicken legs, such as they saw in pictures in fairy tales.

– And where did the chicken legs go? «Are they hiding?» asked Anya in a ringing voice.

– What… What… «Didn’t you understand?» the woman asked and looked at Anya in surprise.

– Don’t pay attention, she’s still small, – her brother intervened in their conversation.

The three of them entered the house. The atmosphere in it was gloomy and poor. In the living room there was a small wooden table with stools and a huge stove. There was a vase of red apples on the table.

Anya ran up to her and was about to take an apple for herself, but the woman objected:

– Take your time girl, I have prepared a completely different treat for you!

The girl took her little hand away from the big, liquid apple that she had been dreaming of biting off, looked at her brother in frustration and pouted her small, plump lips again.

«Shh, don’t you dare cry,» my brother whispered.

The girl obediently nodded and silently hid behind his back.

– Well, my little bunnies, let’s go, now I’ll take you to the guest room, – the woman said affectionately and began to laugh strangely.

She went through the living room and opened the door, which led to a gloomy little room, from where the smell of rot and dampness came.

– Bunnies come in, leave your dirty clothes, and look for something to change into in the closet, as soon as you’re ready, come, I’ll feed you dinner.

The children went into this room. The woman laughed loudly after them again and slammed the door, locked it.

«What a delicious lunch is waiting for me soon – » she giggled merrily and walked away from the door.

Anya, oddly enough, did not even cry, she just sat down on a stool and quietly asked.

– She’s a real baba Yaga, right?

– No, you’re a sister. Baba Yaga happens only in fairy tales. And now sit on the stool quietly, I’ll look around the whole room,» Dima said quietly.

There was a spoon, a knife and a metal bowl on the table, in which there were two dried pieces of black bread. There was still a jug. Dima looked into it there was water, but the smell came from it very unpleasant.

There was no bed in the room, there were rags lying around and someone’s old coat was also lying in the corner.

«Don’t worry, dear sister, we won’t be lost… everything will be fine,» Dima whispered softly, and began to study the gloomy room.

The house was old, and the boards in it were very rotten in places. Dima looked around the room and realized that there could be a tunnel in one place, the boards were especially rotten on the floor and in the wall.

He collected all the items that were in the room and could help him for the upcoming work.

It took several hours to make a hole in the wall of the house.

«Let’s run,» Dima whispered softly in his sister’s ear. – Follow me.

He crawled through the crack, kicking out the remaining rotten board with his foot, and he and Anya crawled out.

– What is that sound there? – a woman’s cry was heard after him.

Then there was the click of the lock at the door to the room and again her scream:

– Oh, you little brats wanted to escape from me.

The brother quickly took his sister’s hand as tightly as possible, and they ran forward as fast as they could. A narrow path led into the thick of the forest and the forest was not going to disperse, but only became more and more dense. Dima began to see all sorts of fabulous animals, they stood along the path and followed them with a friendly look. It seemed to him that one of them shouted after them:

– Run straight and don’t turn off!

A few hours later, an old, dilapidated house appeared in front of the guys in the middle of the forest.

«Let’s go there,» Dimka exclaimed joyfully and took his sister’s hand.

– Probably Baba Yaga’s sister lives there – - the girl said with sadness in her voice.

– No. «Probably the forester lives here,» Dima said thoughtfully – «But let’s look into it?»

– I’m afraid. Suddenly there’s a witch sitting there or a goblin. Dima, I realized where we are,» Anya said softly.

– And where is it? – What is it?» he asked.

– I’ll tell you in your ear so that they won’t hear us, – Anya said very quietly.

Dima leaned closer to his sister. And she says:

– In a fairy tale, we are in a fairy tale, you know?

– Even if we got there with you, we should also meet positive characters. They will tell us the way or lead us out of the dense forest themselves.

– Well, let’s go to this house then. Suddenly there’s a kind dwarf living there,» the girl already chirped happily.

The gloomy house turned out to be completely empty and lonely in the wilderness. The inhabitants, if they lived in it, lived for a very long time. In the living room, a table made of planks and several chairs met their travelers.

– Let’s sit for a while and go back to look for our village and our house, – said Dima in a cheerful voice.

– OK. But just let’s look for water. Maybe she’s here somewhere?

Dima left his sister at home, and he went in search of a stream or remnants of rainwater. Or maybe it was left by travelers. The search was not useless, and the guy brought a pot of water.

– It’s great – - said Anya and began to drink water greedily – - It’s delicious, try it.

Suddenly the door creaked and someone entered the house.

It was a tall and slightly stooped figure that was moving straight at the guys. Already a little closer you could see a man with a small beard and a black mustache.

– Children? What can children do here?

The guys looked at each other and looked at him in fright.

– We… We are resting here,» Dima replied.

– Which village will you be from? And why did you come here? «is it getting warmer?» he asked.

But the boy did not have time to answer anything, suddenly a woman they already knew, whom Anya called baba Yaga, entered the house.

«These are my babies – » she said. – Let’s go home, bunnies, you haven’t eaten anything. Come on, I’ll feed you.

The guys tensed up and Anya immediately snuggled up to her brother.

– Uncle, take us away from here, please, we are lost – - she wailed plaintively.

«We are not her children,» Dima replied and looked at the man.

The woman stood next to them and began to cry quietly.

– The mother will not be recognized. How so,» she said in a whisper with tears.

The man grinned and said:

– Well, what kind of mother are you, what were you thinking up here? I recognized you.

– Do you know her?» Dima was surprised.

The man pulled out a chair and sat down on it stretching his long legs.

– Everyone who watches TV knows her. Honey, why did you run away from the fourth psychiatric hospital in Moscow?

– I don’t want to go there anymore… I don’t want to understand, they treat me badly there – - the woman screamed and ran to the exit.

The man turned out to be a hunter who was just passing by and, for the happiness of the children, went into the house to rest. He took the children home on the same day. Later, Dima began to search for information on the Internet about this woman and found it.

It turns out that she has been on TV for two years, they say that she is not only crazy, but also dangerous. In those parts where Dima and Anechka were lost, five more children went missing and were not found.

Did they catch baba Luba or is she still wandering through the forest, Dimka didn’t know that. But he learned very well the lesson that he should not go far from home into the forest and he also realized how defenseless his little sister is. Therefore, he must necessarily protect her and not only in childhood, but always protect her.

«That’s the story you just told me,» Ivan exclaimed.

He was no longer lying down as before, but was leaning against the wall and looking at Sergei with surprised eyes.

The candle had gone out, but the full moon was shining brightly through the window, and it made the room not so dark and gloomy.

– I’m going to tell you something else now, a new story is much cooler than this one.

– Serega won’t fall asleep with you. And what is it about?

– I’ll call her so «Hanged»…

Hanged

«Vanya, the walls of this gloomy house showed me this story,» Sergei said quietly, lighting a cigarette.

– Well, we have you this… what’s his name… psychic. I remember how you once said that you should go to star in a show of psychics. Why didn’t you go?

– The time has not come yet.

– You’re a strange one, how do you know it’s time or not? Ivan was surprised.

Sergey thoughtfully inhaled, but remained silent. It became quiet in the room.

– Serega, God be with him with this show. You’ll get ready again. You tell me the story you promised and we’ll sleep.

– Well, listen. She’s creepy only.

Slavik knew about the lonely house that stands in the middle of the forest. And he also knew that he would be there completely alone and no one would interfere with him.

Therefore, he prepared and planned everything in advance. And even the date of death, he noted on his calendar it was the New Year. Why exactly on this holiday, I didn’t really know. Probably, he wanted to leave beautifully and festively.

Or maybe just for the sake of pathos in front of relatives and acquaintances. Let them always celebrate the New Year and remember that Slavik left them on this day. They have not noticed him all their lives, but now they will definitely notice him.

And now this day has come. Slavik began to pack things for the road, a rope of two and a half meters, soap, diapers. I took diapers for adults to pharmacies, it’s for aesthetics, well, you never know… and I also picked up a bottle of vodka in the store for courage. When everything was packed, he tightened the straps of his backpack and went to the exit.

– If you come drunk to the festive table, I will kick you out of the house without hesitation – - said the wife and threw her angry look at him.

– Why do you hate me so much? – I decided to ask Slavik goodbye.

And again, lightning bolts of anger flew out of her eyes, but she did not say anything out loud, but silently began to continue preparing the festive meal.

Suddenly, the door to the apartment opened and his fifteen-year-old daughter Sonechka appeared on the threshold.

– Hi, – she awkwardly dropped and, avoiding him, ran into the room.

Slavik flew out of the apartment as if scalded with boiling water, threw a backpack on his shoulders and hurried into the forest.

He got to the forest by bus, and then went on foot. He remembered the place where the abandoned house was located very well. It took about two hours to get to it on foot.

When I went into the house, the first thing I did was throw off my backpack and took out vodka, poured myself half a glass. I drank. There was a snack, but I didn’t have a snack. He took a rope and climbed on the table with it, wrapped it around a piece of wood that protruded from the ceiling.

– Well, as they say, Slavik rest in peace – - he said aloud and poured another half a glass of vodka.

From the dose he took, he got a little drunk and people with whom he had communicated before began to seem to him. Vasily Stepanovich, his former boss at work, was right in front of him, he was sitting at his desk.

– Well, bitch, you’re sitting there looking at me with a fat face. With my money, did you fly to the Canaries with your mistress Sofka? Choke on my salary, I won’t need it there. I see you looking at me and you’re glad that I’ll be gone soon.

Well, never mind, you’ll run a little more in this world and come running to me like a darling. And there, Vasil Stepanovich, we will be on equal terms with you. I’ll look at you as you sing.

Slavik looked up and made a Lynch knot on a rope, which he specially learned to knit in a few days.

– And what are you grinning at, Lubka? – he continued, looking in the other direction, – you say an alcoholic is drunk. Did you see yourself from the outside? There are rolls on government goods that I’ve eaten.

You can’t count the salary for this one, you’ll make a mistake for that one. And you yourself live well on our national labor, stuffing your purse and belly.

Slavik lowered the rope, and it hung in the air, and he went down and sat down at the table, took the bottle in his hand and pointed the neck at the glass, but his hand jerked and the contents poured onto the table. He cursed out loud and poured the remaining vodka into a glass, drank it in one gulp and stared at the door.

On the threshold appeared, as it seemed to him, the silhouette of his wife. Maybe the house started drawing these people to him, maybe the alcohol he drank, or maybe even the devil himself. Who knows now?

– Well, honey, you’re an alcoholic and a loser. And when we met in our youth, who asked me to marry just to get away from my stepfather as soon as possible, because he beat you, and from my mother, who kicked you out of the house.

Didn’t you swear to me that you would love me to the grave and support me until death? How so, my dear? Or have you forgotten all the good things over the years? And now I’m not your favorite husband, an alcoholic and a loser.

A silhouette of a girl formed near the mother.

– Well, Sonechka, how are you doing at school? All the kids are there mostly with folders, without him you will not be so comfortable and good. You’ll see. Don’t neglect the folder like that, you have it alone.

– Well, my good ones, I sat here with you so to speak in front of the track, talked. I forgive you all. And I went to meet God.

Slavik poured himself another vodka into a glass, drank it in one gulp and climbed, staggering onto the table and grabbing the rope with his hand.

«Strong, good and holding up – » he said aloud.

Standing on the table, he put a knot around his throat. But then it began to dawn on Slavik that all this was happening to him for real and he was seized with wild horror.

«Maybe it’s not as bad as I imagined. After all, I have a family. And if I stop drinking me, my wife will love me more. And I’ll find another job for myself completely. After all, I’m not even that old, just some forty-two years old. For many at this age, life is just beginning. I’m going to study…»

But his thoughts were interrupted on this, because his feet slipped on a spilled puddle and Slavik slid down from the table while his legs hung twitching in convulsions above the floor. The noose began to tighten his throat more and more. And the last thought that flashed through his head: «I hurried.»

Vampires

Chapter 1

Orphan

Bozhena, what a rare and beautiful name. So the girl was named by her mother in honor of her grandmother. And the girl grew up a happy child for thirteen years and was always bathed in endless parental love. But alas, an accident happened and soon her mom and dad were gone, they drowned in the river. What happened on that fateful day, only God knows.

A very distant relative found out about her trouble, with whom the family had never communicated before «third water on jelly», so to speak, and agreed to shelter the unfortunate. Now Bozhena began to live with her aunt Marina and her large family in the village of Zarechny, Nizhny Novgorod region. They didn’t like the girl, but the most important thing was that no one offended her.

Bozhena helped her relative with the housework, sat with the named brothers and still managed to go to the village school, study perfectly.

There were no friends, because she was always busy with household chores and she had no time left for any walks and conversations.

But still, youth is a wonderful time, it’s time for love and sweet girlish dreams, falling in love and Bozen was not spared, she lost her head from one local guy, he was different from all the guys, fit, tall and very handsome. The locals called him Prince and he was the most important among them.

The Prince had the name Nikola and this year he turned twenty-one. His parents held a high post in the village of Zarechny, his father was the Head of the Administration.

Spring has come. After everyone celebrated Easter, Bozhena’s birthday came along with the singing of birds, the girl turned eighteen years old.

– Well, dear Bozhena, you have become a young and beautiful girl, you are my good one, – Aunt Marina suddenly spoke warmly – - it’s time to marry you, who do you want? Maybe you have a guy that you like, or who likes you?

«I don’t like anyone at all, Aunt,» Bogena said and lowered her eyes to the floor, covering them with long eyelashes like a fan.

– Never mind, the time will come, and you will meet him. And now you need to get ready for the road.

– Where to? It’s my birthday today – » the girl almost cried with annoyance.

– Bozhena, I want to ask you. My dad is in a serious condition, and he needs to be visited and looked after. I have no one to leave the household and the children to now. Will you help me, daughter?

How nice it was to hear my aunt’s words, they just caressed the soul of Bozhena. And no one has said kind words to her for a long time, after the death of her parents. The girl’s heart was kind and it immediately thawed.

– Yes, of course, my dear aunt, I’m going to pack my things and go.

– That’s good. And on your birthday, I baked a pie for you, go drink tea with your brothers, and after that they will take you on a horse to your grandfather.

The girl immediately became cheerful, she went to her room and began to get ready for the road. Merrily humming to herself a song that her mother used to sing to her a long time ago.

– God is sitting in the sky, sitting and looking at you and warming you with his warmth. Bozhena… Bozhena… my beloved daughter…

Bozhena gathered her things, there were very few of them and went out to her relatives with a bag in her hands.

«That’s all, I took the most necessary things – » she said quietly, looking at everyone gathered at the table.

– Sit down dear, have some tea and you have to go already, otherwise it will get dark – - said Aunt Marina, cutting a piece of chocolate cake for her.

Bozhena sat down on a chair next to her younger brother. All the relatives around her were sad and sat silently at the table with their eyes down, and the strangest thing was that no one congratulated her on her birthday. After a while, when everyone had eaten, Aunt Marina told her husband, he had been sitting not far from her all this time:

– Take Bozhena to the village to Grandfather Suren. Drop her off in the field, and then they will come for her and take her to the right place.

The man with the huge beard lifted his dark gaze from the ground and said:

– Don’t worry, I’ll do everything.

Bozhena went outside and stood in the front garden looking at the amazing Spiraea shrub, which bloomed only today, as if he had prepared such a gift for her.

Suddenly a raven flew in and began circling over the front garden, spreading its dissatisfied cawing everywhere.

«The beauty is being taken away from us again… What a grief, grief, inhumans… inhumans…

The raven screamed flying over the heads of people, but none of them understood him, because the bird language could be understood by sorcerers and various evil spirits, although some people heard the bird…

Marina’s husband harnessed the horse and shouted to Bozhena to go and get into the cart. Bozhena sat down comfortably, the cart moved from its place and rolled after the horse. After driving a little away from the village, they heard a scream: