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Котик врятував від біди

Я придбала однокімнатну квартиру в старому районі міста. Місце не найкраще, але багато грошей у мене не було, тому вибирала з того, що було. Квартира велика та світла, стелі високі. Лише під’їзд брудний і старий, а на вулицях майже немає молоді. Але я все одно була щаслива, бо це було моє перше велике придбання.

За роки, проведені в гуртожитку, я забула, що таке власний куток. З часом квартира стала здаватися холодною і дуже порожньою. Втім, вона і справді була такою — меблів майже не було, штори ще не купила. Планувала, що буду потроху обзаводитися всім цим.

Вечорами в квартирі чулося ехо і звук моїх кроків. Це трохи напружувало і навіть лякало, але нічого не могла вдіяти. Купівлю всієї меблів і ремонт одночасно я фінансово не могла собі дозволити.

Одного разу вночі я прокинулася від того, що задихалася. На грудях наче лежало щось важке. Кожен вдих давався важко. Я спробувала підвестися, проте не змогла. Мене наче притиснуло до ліжка. У страху я крутила головою, намагаючись вийти з цього стану. В якийсь момент мені стало легше. Я змогла вдихнути вільно. Жадібно ковтаючи повітря, я почула, як підлога скрипнула, наче хтось вийшов із кімнати. Підлога в квартирі була стара, і під час ходи дошки прогиналися.

З острахом я оглянула кімнату, але нічого не виявила. Колеги на роботі, вислухавши історію, сказали, що це міг бути сонний параліч. Хтось навіть порадив звернутися до лікаря, але я вирішила поки що зачекати. Може, це було випадкове явище.

Однак, через декілька ночей все повторилося. Я знову задихалася, а потім хтось утікав із кімнати. Цього разу, крім скрипу дощок, я почула легке постукування, наче в утікача були дуже довгі нігті.

І навіть цей випадок не примусив мене піти до лікаря. Два тижні я спокійно жила, поки дивний стан не повторився. Цього разу, крім відчуттів тяжкості, з’явилося відчуття стисненого горла. Я задихалася, майже втрачала свідомість. У якийсь момент мене відпустило, і знову почулися кроки.

На ранок я виявила на шиї дивні сліди. Це були синці. Хтось насправді душив мене вночі. Я сильно перелякалася і вирішила не повертатися в квартиру.

Дві ночі я провела у подруги. Вона повела мене до ворожки, яка запевнила, що на мене навели порчу і пообіцяла очистити від неї. Разом ми поїхали до моєї квартири. Екстрасенс довго проводила обряд, запевнивши, що очищення пройшло успішно і тепер я можу спати спокійно. Я розплатилася з жінкою, і вона пішла.

Я лягала спати з чистою душею, але вночі мене знову душили. Я прокинулася від відчуття тяжкості, мені не вистачало повітря. Схопившись за горло, я відчула чиїсь шершаві, дуже холодні руки. Я спробувала закричати, але марно. Тоді я спробувала розтиснути хватку невідомої, у відповідь почувся шипіння. Я чітко усвідомила, що мене хтось душить, сидячи на грудях. Наша боротьба тривала деякий час. Потім сутність відпустила мене і знову втекла з кімнати, стукаючи нігтями по підлозі.

Перелякано я вибігла з квартири. Постіявши кілька хвилин на сходовому майданчику, ухвалила рішення повернутися. Заснути більше не змогла. Задувши світло, я просиділа до ранку на кухні.

На роботі всі помітили моє сіре, втомлене обличчя. Я не стала казати колегам, що сталося, і просто послалася на втому. Повернутися в квартиру було страшно, тому я попросилася переночувати у подруги. Але треба було взяти речі з дому, тому після роботи я поїхала до себе.

Піднімаючись сходами, я зустріла свою сусідку бабу Ганну. Вона тримала в руках коробку. Літня жінка зупинила мене і запитала, чи не потрібен мені кошеня.

Я зазирнула в коробку. У ній сидів милий біленький котик з добрими очима. Баба Ганна розповіла, що підібрала малесенького біля магазину і тепер шукає для нього господарів. Не знаю, чим керувалася, але чомусь погодилася взяти котика собі. Напевно, мені було страшно повертатися до квартири одній навіть на кілька хвилин.

З котиком на руках я відчинила двері у своє житло. У кімнатах було тихо. Я відпустила котика, а сама пішла в спальню збирати речі. Через кілька хвилин я почула, як мій пухнастий улюбленець голосно зашипів. Я забігла на кухню. Кіт стояв посеред неї і, уставившись в кут, голосно шипів. Його хутро стояло дибки. Я не розуміла, що відбувається.

Кіт рішуче підбіг до стіни і почав дірвати старі шпалери. Вони залишилися від колишніх господарів. Я хотіла відтягнути його, але потім згадала численні історії про те, що коти відчувають потойбічні сили.

Разом з моїм пухнастим другом я почала здирати зі стіни шпалери. У кутку я побачила заглиблення, обклеєне газетами. Зірвавши їх, я виявила дивний згорток. Діставши його і розгорнувши, я мало не знепритомніла. Всередині лежали кістки, пір’я, сіль і невелика фотографія.

Зі старого знімка на мене дивилася стара, потворна бабця. Її очі були зовсім блідими, наче без зіниці. Таке відчуття, що фотографували її вже мертвою.

Я чула про таку традицію. Нібито померлих родичів фотографували на пам’ять, оскільки прижиттєвих знімків було зазвичай мало.

Я дістала з шафи тарілку, висипала туди вміст підкладки разом з фотографією і підпалила. Кухню наповнив зловісний запах. Мені довелося навіть заткнути ніс. Мій кіт мовчки спостерігав за спаленням. За спиною я чула кроки старих, кістлявих ніг. Сутність билася в агонії, відчайдушно бігаючи по всій квартирі.

Незабаром стало тихо. Я спалила вміст згортка вщент. Відчинила вікна, щоб вигнати неприємний запах, взяла кота, речі і поїхала до подруги.

Переночувавши у неї одну ніч, я повернулася до себе в квартиру. Я зауважила, що в кімнатах стало тепліше, а ехо майже пропало. Можливо, справа була не в порожнечі, а в тому, що хтось постійно ходив за мною.

Через місяць я знову випадково зустріла бабу Ганну. Подякувавши їй за подарунок, я почула від неї щось дивне:
– Я завжди помічала, що мешканці тієї квартири погано сплять, – зітхнула літня жінка. – Напевно, це все через відсутність котика. Тварини – наші головні цілителі.

Я замислилася над її словами. Хотіла запитати, що їй відомо про дивну квартиру, але коли відкрила рот, зрозуміла, що баба Ганна вже пішла.

Більше ніхто не турбував мій сон, а поруч завжди тихенько хропів мій пухнастий захисник.

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