This is a story that was told to me by my (very strange) grandmother.
She doesn't speak English that well and I guess I don't either...Rip me (my friends can confirm that)
I'm looking at you
Also I'm referencing some Russian words in here so here's a quick lesson for y'all!
Otets means Father and Myat means Mother. It's the most respectful way to refer to your parents. (As opposed to papa and mama)
Anyway enjoy!
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The year was 1960. It was early February, a cold time in Russia.
"Svetlana! Please come to the kitchen and help make supper before your Otets comes home!" I heard my Myat call.
"Coming!" I called down the stairs to her. I quickly turned to my mirror and pulled my blonde hair into a tight bun. A chill ran up my spine and I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling of someone...watching me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure in the corner of my eye. I spun around to face it but nothing was there.
I shrugged and stepped out of my room, trampling down the creaky steps.
I took over cooking for Myat and saw her snatch her hat and coat from the rack.
"Where are you headed?" I asked her, stirring the stew that was in the pot on the stove.
"I'm just stepping out to the shops quickly. I will be home very soon, and so will your Otets. Don't do anything crazy while I'm gone." She winked slyly and opened the door, letting in a gust of cold air.
As I stirred our supper, I heard creaking coming from upstairs. Of course, we have a very old house, so I immediately assume it's just the house settling. I hummed a tune and side shuffled a bit while adding seasoning to the mixture.
Bang!
There was a loud noise from upstairs. I gasped and looked to the stairs.
"Nikisha?" I yelled. Maybe my older sister was home. Although, I could've sworn she was at her mother-in-law's house.
There was no answer.
I slowly approached the stairs before realizing that if someone was really in the house, I had no protection. It's not like my fourteen self could fight off an adult, if that's who or what it was.
I shuffled back to the kitchen and grabbed the knife I was using to slice potatoes. It was thin and long and if I used it properly, I might be able to protect myself.
"Hello?" I called up the stairs. I was answered my silence.
"Look, if there's anyone up there, I'm armed and my Otets is coming home very soon!" I tried to sound older and confident, but I couldn't avoid my voice cracking nervously.
There were a few shuffling noises upstairs.
I took in a deep breath.
I started stepping up the stairs. The shuffling noises got louder, like someone was trying to hide or run away.
Suddenly, I heard a window shatter. I ran into my sister's room and saw that someone had broken the window. I leaned out the window and scanned the street. It was empty.
I started to turn around when something caught my eye. There was a figure standing at the end of the street. It was tall and dark, but the worst part was....it had no face.
It was about five yards away from me. I tried to run but I couldn't. I tried to scream, to call out to someone, but I was frozen and silent.
The thing brought a long, thin finger to where it's mouth would be and a sharp 'Shhhhh' emerged from it.
Next thing I knew, it disappeared into the distance, leaving me in silence.
Even to this day, I'll sometimes see it's horrible figure in my dreams and it's all too familiar sound.
'Shhhhh'
