The weather turned cloudy and dark quickly. I turned on the radio to distract myself, but after listening for about half an hour, I began to swear profanely at the DJs. I can’t help wondering if they’re smoking or taking drugs, but that’s not my place to judge. In today’s world, where everyone seems to be doing something wrong, I’m the only one who stays sober and avoids all harmful substances. That may be why I’m always feeling so sad.
So, let’s sum up. The Novgorod region. Spring is a car and I. And I got stuck in the mud. Well, rather, the car got stuck. I’m trying to get out. No way. I’m stuck. The internet is down, the connection is poor. The place where I’m stuck is near the village of Malye Gavnyuki. The name is different, of course, but that’s how I’ll refer to it.
Night had fallen, and I decided to leave my car and walk to the village. I wasn’t scared, but I was furious. I was hungry, and the desire to eat was overwhelming. It was a strong, almost uncontrollable urge. I gathered my things and headed towards the only house with lights on.
The village of Malye Gavnyuki was abandoned like many other Russian villages. In the distance, I saw an old, leaning church and a cemetery. From a distance, it was clear that the cemetery was in disrepair. The moonlight illuminated the scene, making it eerily beautiful. The fog added to the atmosphere, and the crows’ cawing in the churchyard completed the picture.
It was like a scene from a horror movie, but there was no need for special effects. The atmosphere was enough to create a sense of dread and unease. However, despite the eerie surroundings, my hunger was still the main focus. I continued walking towards the house, determined to find food.
I was tired, angry, and hungry, but I guess I wasn’t scared. As I moved towards the house with the light on, it felt like it was guiding me, focusing my attention on my goal.
At some point, walking to the house became very difficult. My path was through knee-high grass and waist-high shrubs, and it seemed like an unknown force was trying to pull me down. It felt like a sticky web was flying into my face, but I wiped it away with a handkerchief and kept going. Invisible bonds seemed to be holding me back, but finally, I understood what was happening. These creatures are called shaitans, or lesser demons.
I concentrated and said to myself, «I forbid you, it is my will to leave you behind.»
Then I move freely, reaching the cabin. His life and time were not spared. The house was old, dilapidated and dirty, with a rickety porch. But it is clear that people live in this house.
I’m knocking. An old man opens the door for me, with an old wrinkled face and evil unpleasant eyes. I would call those eyes young with a devilish twinkle.
– Hello. Let the owner in for the night. The car is broken, the connection is not working. I’m tired, hungry, and I think I have a cold. – Sneezing at the same time, I said.
– Well, come in, if you’ve come. – Said the grandfather.
When I entered this strange old man’s house, I felt dizzy. I just crossed the threshold of the house and it was like I was hit in the back of the head with a mace. I even swayed a little.
– The girl is strong. It’s a pity that she’s not a man, it would be better if she were. – the old man grumbled.
I felt sick. It was like my body’s battery had run out and I was completely drained. «Don’t shout, go lie down and sleep. There was metal in the old man’s voice. He gave an order that could not be questioned. Besides, I did not have the strength to argue.