A Horror Story *READERS BEWARE*

BEHIND THE DOOR

I heard this story from my mother many years ago. Mom had heard this scary story from her college whom this story had actually happened to.  

So, this story happened in Russia in 1990-s.  

The crime, gangland killing, unemployment, and axe prospered in the city. The unstable situation in the state led to some citizen’s madness. So, there were many suicides and murders at the mundane level.  

Everybody survived as they could. My mother’s college (lets’ call her Sarah) swooshed as in twirl to provide for a family. She was employed on several jobs and sometimes went home late at night. Her route took her through the most criminal and ill-behaved city’s district, which was called “Klyacha”, i.e. Klement'yevskiy district. The glimmering lamps were regarded as a fortune. You could easily meet there an addict or violent angry drunk by day.  

The husband didn’t always meet Sarah for he worked till night too. It was rainy and cold in that ill-fated summer evening. It was late at night and Klyacha was plunged in darkness. Sarah got wet for she had no an umbrella. She splashed through the puddles hurryingly. A son and a daughter wait her home.  

She hurried to cross and leave behind the dark scary district and get home ASAP, as she heard footsteps behind her back rapidly approaching. She looked back and saw shadowy figures of two men in the darkness, who followed her rapidly. Sarah got frightened and hushed quickening her stride. At that moment she heard that men pushed ahead to reach her and called to her in an ill manner to her dismay. The woman understood by voices that the chasers were drunk. Sarah run as fast as she could without picking her way. She ran and felt that the men are getting closer and closer to her. She rushed across the alley and saw a deserted house in a short distance. It was dark and scary. At that moment Sarah understood that this was her end for she couldn’t run any longer. The men would catch her and… Her thoughts flashed as lightenings – one, another. She thought about God. She had not even time enough to pray or cry for help. Just a silent scream of soul squeezed out of her: “Oh, my God!”  

Than she saw a light glimmering in one of the deserted house’s entrance halls. Sarah rushed into the hall and heard the stamp of the chasing men in the street. It was dark and scary in the entrance hall. The dimmed light glimmered from the chink of the bomb-proof’s door, which was the next from the entrance hall’s one. Sarah pulled at the handle of the heavy door not knowing why and trying not to make a sound. The door opened easily not giving a squeal. She rushed in and closed the door behind her quickly. She strained her ears and heard the patter of rain. She heard indistinct men’s conversation and their drunk blessing. She realized that they searched her through all halls. Suddenly the voices approached quickly and the light went out in the bomb-proof. Sarah understood that the door only stood on the way between her and chasers. Right at that moment she heard soft calm voice behind her back: “Don’t be afraid. Hold the door tightly.” Sarah grabbed the door handle and began pulling it as hard as she could trying not to make noise. Than the door was pulled strongly from the other side. The men tried to open it. Sarah caught an intelligible phrase or two on the background of the beating heart: “It’s locked. She run away, bitch! How should we feed our gods now? Damn!”  

Sarah felt faint hearing the last phrase. She had nearly revealed herself by a scream and wet her panties. The men had a smoke and left the place. She went out of the bomb-proof an hour later. She believes that this was her Guardian-Angel who saved her. She was not afraid to stay in the bomb-proof and she felt that someone familiar was next to her. She is thankful for him almost to tears. Sarah returned home late at night. It was nearly morning. She was wet, dirty and beside herself. When she recovered a little from her horror, she told everything to her husband. Later she shared the story with her colleagues. The house with bomb-proof was really deserted, and it was destroyed soon.