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Stories my older brother used to scare me with as a child)
The Doll in the Black Dress.
One girl really wanted to have a doll in a black dress. She had seen it in a store. The doll was very beautiful. It had long, wavy hair just like the girl's own. The dress was long with long sleeves. The belt was red with a gold buckle, and the doll held a tiny red purse in its hands. But most of all, the girl loved the doll's eyes: blue with very long eyelashes.
The girl asked her mother a hundred times to buy this doll. But her mother flatly refused. Then one day, her grandmother, who lived in another city, came to visit. Grandmother was very kind, and she bought the doll. Grandmother really wanted to please her granddaughter, and the granddaughter immediately confessed that what she desired most was the doll in the black dress.
They brought the doll home from the store and decided not to tell the mother. The girl hid the doll under her bed, where she set up a little house for it. She played with the doll until late. Once she had finished playing, she went to sleep.
In the morning, her mother entered her room. And she saw—in the middle of the room sat the doll in the black dress. It was sitting on a toy chair, at a toy table, and pretending to drink toy tea. The mother immediately ran out and threw the doll down the garbage chute. When the girl woke up, she caused a terrible scene. She cried and screamed, and her grandmother supported her. Grandmother even cried a little: she felt sorry for her money. Mother also yelled very loudly. She was very unhappy that they had disobeyed her and bought this doll.
The next morning, the mother entered the girl's room, but the girl was nowhere to be found. However, on the bed lay the doll in the black dress.
They searched for the girl all day, but only found her the following day. She had same stuck in the garbage chute and was near death. The girl was dressed in a black dress.
The Boy in Black.
Once upon a time, there were two girls who were friends. Their names were Lena and Tanya. One day they were playing ball in the yard. They were simply tossing it back and forth. Sometimes they tried to hit it like in volleyball. Lena accidentally hit the ball too hard. The ball flew toward the house and hit the window frame on the second floor. Luckily, not the glass! But after the impact, the ball landed on the balcony. It remained lying there.
The girls didn't know what to do. Their parents would surely scold Tanya for losing the ball. It was a real volleyball and cost quite a bit. Lena suggested going to that apartment and asking them to give the ball back. That is what they did. For courage, they went together. They entered the entryway. They climbed to the second floor. On the second floor, there were three doors. Two were metal, and one was wooden, covered in black imitation leather.
The girls decided that they needed the black door. They began pressing the doorbell button. But no bell rang. At least, they didn't hear it. Lena then started knocking on the door. After the very first blow, the door gave way inward, and after the second and third, it swung open. The girls were bewildered. Lena was bolder, and besides, the ball had flown away through her fault. She shouted:
-- Hey, owners! Is anyone home?
No one answered.
-- Our ball flew onto your balcony! Can we take it?
The apartment was silent. Lena knocked loudly on the door once more. She was afraid they would be mistaken for thieves. But no one responded. Obviously, there was no one in the apartment. Then Lena said:
-- Well okay, let's just quickly grab the ball and get out of here. It'll take a minute.
And Tanya said nothing. They entered the apartment. There was some kind of heavy smell in the place. And it seemed that no one had lived here for a long time. The girls rushed toward the balcony door. Lena accidentally pushed Tanya, and Tanya collided with an étagère. The étagère swayed, and a vase fell off it. A huge one. The vase shattered on the floor, and the sound was like a bursting grenade. The girls' legs practically gave way from fear.
They tried to open the balcony door, but it wouldn't open. Lena yanked it with all her might. The door swung open sharply and hit the wall. Shards rained down with a crash.
-- They'll kill us... -- Tanya said for some reason.
Lena bravely grabbed the ball, and the girls ran toward the front door. Lena couldn't resist and peeked into the room opposite. There sat a boy at a table writing something. Tanya pulled Lena by the arm, but Lena couldn't move from a strange but pleasant feeling. She was scared, but this fear was somehow unusual, pleasant. Tanya also looked into the room and was horrified. She realized that for all these misdeeds, they would be severely punished. They had broken into someone else's apartment, broken an expensive vase, broken glass...
The boy paid no attention to the girls. He sat and wrote. Lena noticed that the boy was dressed entirely in black: a black shirt, black jeans, black socks. Even the pen in his hands was black. A large black pen in the shape of a quill. The boy was the same age as the girls. Well, maybe a year or two older, no more. Lena cleared her throat and said:
-- Excuse us, please. We didn't know anyone was home. We only wanted to get our ball back. It flew onto your balcony.
But the boy in black sat at the table and paid no attention to the girls. Then Tanya intervened:
-- We didn't mean to break the vase, really. And we broke the glass by accident too. We won't do it again, honest word.
But the boy in black sat at the table and wrote something with a black quill. Lena thought that the boy was deaf. She had once seen a movie where a deaf old man heard absolutely nothing, even if someone fired a pistol over his head. Lena approached the boy and poked him with her finger.
But the boy in black sat at the table and was not distracted by anything. "What focus!" Tanya thought. Meanwhile, Lena waved her hand before the boy's eyes.
But the boy in black sat at the table and wrote, wrote, wrote something. Lena peeked into the boy's notebook. The boy wrote in an illegible hand. Finally, Lena deciphered one sentence. It said: "Lena accidentally pushed Tanya, and Tanya collided with an étagère." Tanya also began to read what was written. She read: "-- They'll kill us... -- Tanya said for some reason." They realized that the boy was writing about their adventures today.
They began to watch what he wrote. Then the boy wrote: "And the boy in black sat at the table and wrote, wrote, wrote something." And then he wrote: "The boy in black finished writing, put aside the black pen, and looked at the girls. Blood poured from their eyes, and their mouths twisted in pain; a second later, the girls were no longer breathing."
And so it happened. The boy in black finished writing, put aside the black pen, and looked at the girls. Blood poured from their eyes, and their mouths twisted in pain; a second later, the girls were no longer breathing.
The Man with a Wart on His Finger.
A boy is preparing to go to camp. Then his father returns from a business trip. He had been away for a whole month and didn't know that his son was going to camp. As soon as the father found out which camp his son was going to, he clutched his head. He literally clutched his head and groaned. It turned out that he too had vacationed at this camp in his childhood. And there were some scary stories there. Dad didn't say what those stories were. He began pleading with his son and wife so that their only child would not go to this terrible camp.
But the mother absolutely did not agree with the father. She had already planned to have a good rest for these three weeks without the child: no cooking, no laundry, no chores. Mother also said that Dad made it up on purpose to scare the "poor boy" and thus mock him. Dad saw that Mother could not be persuaded. And so he told his son as a parting word to beware of the man with a wart on his finger.
The boy didn't quite believe his father. He thought that Mother was right, that Dad was scaring him on purpose. But just in case, he decided to be wary of the man with a wart on his finger. There were several dozen adults at the camp, but none of them had a wart on their finger. Just in case, the boy began to examine the other kids. There were many of them, but he still didn't find any warts on their fingers. Some had warts on their noses, some on their palms and other parts of the body. One boy even had a wart on his back. But on the finger—no one.
Then, as luck would have it, one counselor fell ill. A replacement was sent in his place, an older man. It was hard to say how old he was. Some said thirty, some forty. And some thought he was fifty. He had one peculiarity. He liked to wave his right hand constantly, but kept the left one in his pocket all the time. No one noticed this peculiarity. But our boy noticed it immediately and suspected the counselor.
For four days he followed the counselor. And not once did he see him take his hand out of his pocket. He ate in the dining hall like everyone else, sitting down, but even while sitting, he still didn't take his hand out of his pocket. He used a separate restroom for adults. The boy decided to sneak into the counselors' room at night. That is what he did. He set an alarm on his phone for four in the morning. He woke up and sneaked into the counselors' room (luckily, the door wasn't locked with a latch). He looked and saw the new counselor strangling the old one with a children's jump rope. And on the left hand, on the index finger, was a large wart.
The boy returned to his bunk, but could not fall asleep. In the morning, the counselor's body was found in a trash bin. The new counselor was immediately suspected; he couldn't be found anywhere. The boy told what he had seen. The next morning, he was found strangled with a children's jump rope.
The Doll in the Black Dress.
One girl really wanted to have a doll in a black dress. She had seen it in a store. The doll was very beautiful. It had long, wavy hair just like the girl's own. The dress was long with long sleeves. The belt was red with a gold buckle, and the doll held a tiny red purse in its hands. But most of all, the girl loved the doll's eyes: blue with very long eyelashes.
The girl asked her mother a hundred times to buy this doll. But her mother flatly refused. Then one day, her grandmother, who lived in another city, came to visit. Grandmother was very kind, and she bought the doll. Grandmother really wanted to please her granddaughter, and the granddaughter immediately confessed that what she desired most was the doll in the black dress.
They brought the doll home from the store and decided not to tell the mother. The girl hid the doll under her bed, where she set up a little house for it. She played with the doll until late. Once she had finished playing, she went to sleep.
In the morning, her mother entered her room. And she saw—in the middle of the room sat the doll in the black dress. It was sitting on a toy chair, at a toy table, and pretending to drink toy tea. The mother immediately ran out and threw the doll down the garbage chute. When the girl woke up, she caused a terrible scene. She cried and screamed, and her grandmother supported her. Grandmother even cried a little: she felt sorry for her money. Mother also yelled very loudly. She was very unhappy that they had disobeyed her and bought this doll.
The next morning, the mother entered the girl's room, but the girl was nowhere to be found. However, on the bed lay the doll in the black dress.
They searched for the girl all day, but only found her the following day. She had same stuck in the garbage chute and was near death. The girl was dressed in a black dress.
The Boy in Black.
Once upon a time, there were two girls who were friends. Their names were Lena and Tanya. One day they were playing ball in the yard. They were simply tossing it back and forth. Sometimes they tried to hit it like in volleyball. Lena accidentally hit the ball too hard. The ball flew toward the house and hit the window frame on the second floor. Luckily, not the glass! But after the impact, the ball landed on the balcony. It remained lying there.
The girls didn't know what to do. Their parents would surely scold Tanya for losing the ball. It was a real volleyball and cost quite a bit. Lena suggested going to that apartment and asking them to give the ball back. That is what they did. For courage, they went together. They entered the entryway. They climbed to the second floor. On the second floor, there were three doors. Two were metal, and one was wooden, covered in black imitation leather.
The girls decided that they needed the black door. They began pressing the doorbell button. But no bell rang. At least, they didn't hear it. Lena then started knocking on the door. After the very first blow, the door gave way inward, and after the second and third, it swung open. The girls were bewildered. Lena was bolder, and besides, the ball had flown away through her fault. She shouted:
-- Hey, owners! Is anyone home?
No one answered.
-- Our ball flew onto your balcony! Can we take it?
The apartment was silent. Lena knocked loudly on the door once more. She was afraid they would be mistaken for thieves. But no one responded. Obviously, there was no one in the apartment. Then Lena said:
-- Well okay, let's just quickly grab the ball and get out of here. It'll take a minute.
And Tanya said nothing. They entered the apartment. There was some kind of heavy smell in the place. And it seemed that no one had lived here for a long time. The girls rushed toward the balcony door. Lena accidentally pushed Tanya, and Tanya collided with an étagère. The étagère swayed, and a vase fell off it. A huge one. The vase shattered on the floor, and the sound was like a bursting grenade. The girls' legs practically gave way from fear.
They tried to open the balcony door, but it wouldn't open. Lena yanked it with all her might. The door swung open sharply and hit the wall. Shards rained down with a crash.
-- They'll kill us... -- Tanya said for some reason.
Lena bravely grabbed the ball, and the girls ran toward the front door. Lena couldn't resist and peeked into the room opposite. There sat a boy at a table writing something. Tanya pulled Lena by the arm, but Lena couldn't move from a strange but pleasant feeling. She was scared, but this fear was somehow unusual, pleasant. Tanya also looked into the room and was horrified. She realized that for all these misdeeds, they would be severely punished. They had broken into someone else's apartment, broken an expensive vase, broken glass...
The boy paid no attention to the girls. He sat and wrote. Lena noticed that the boy was dressed entirely in black: a black shirt, black jeans, black socks. Even the pen in his hands was black. A large black pen in the shape of a quill. The boy was the same age as the girls. Well, maybe a year or two older, no more. Lena cleared her throat and said:
-- Excuse us, please. We didn't know anyone was home. We only wanted to get our ball back. It flew onto your balcony.
But the boy in black sat at the table and paid no attention to the girls. Then Tanya intervened:
-- We didn't mean to break the vase, really. And we broke the glass by accident too. We won't do it again, honest word.
But the boy in black sat at the table and wrote something with a black quill. Lena thought that the boy was deaf. She had once seen a movie where a deaf old man heard absolutely nothing, even if someone fired a pistol over his head. Lena approached the boy and poked him with her finger.
But the boy in black sat at the table and was not distracted by anything. "What focus!" Tanya thought. Meanwhile, Lena waved her hand before the boy's eyes.
But the boy in black sat at the table and wrote, wrote, wrote something. Lena peeked into the boy's notebook. The boy wrote in an illegible hand. Finally, Lena deciphered one sentence. It said: "Lena accidentally pushed Tanya, and Tanya collided with an étagère." Tanya also began to read what was written. She read: "-- They'll kill us... -- Tanya said for some reason." They realized that the boy was writing about their adventures today.
They began to watch what he wrote. Then the boy wrote: "And the boy in black sat at the table and wrote, wrote, wrote something." And then he wrote: "The boy in black finished writing, put aside the black pen, and looked at the girls. Blood poured from their eyes, and their mouths twisted in pain; a second later, the girls were no longer breathing."
And so it happened. The boy in black finished writing, put aside the black pen, and looked at the girls. Blood poured from their eyes, and their mouths twisted in pain; a second later, the girls were no longer breathing.
The Man with a Wart on His Finger.
A boy is preparing to go to camp. Then his father returns from a business trip. He had been away for a whole month and didn't know that his son was going to camp. As soon as the father found out which camp his son was going to, he clutched his head. He literally clutched his head and groaned. It turned out that he too had vacationed at this camp in his childhood. And there were some scary stories there. Dad didn't say what those stories were. He began pleading with his son and wife so that their only child would not go to this terrible camp.
But the mother absolutely did not agree with the father. She had already planned to have a good rest for these three weeks without the child: no cooking, no laundry, no chores. Mother also said that Dad made it up on purpose to scare the "poor boy" and thus mock him. Dad saw that Mother could not be persuaded. And so he told his son as a parting word to beware of the man with a wart on his finger.
The boy didn't quite believe his father. He thought that Mother was right, that Dad was scaring him on purpose. But just in case, he decided to be wary of the man with a wart on his finger. There were several dozen adults at the camp, but none of them had a wart on their finger. Just in case, the boy began to examine the other kids. There were many of them, but he still didn't find any warts on their fingers. Some had warts on their noses, some on their palms and other parts of the body. One boy even had a wart on his back. But on the finger—no one.
Then, as luck would have it, one counselor fell ill. A replacement was sent in his place, an older man. It was hard to say how old he was. Some said thirty, some forty. And some thought he was fifty. He had one peculiarity. He liked to wave his right hand constantly, but kept the left one in his pocket all the time. No one noticed this peculiarity. But our boy noticed it immediately and suspected the counselor.
For four days he followed the counselor. And not once did he see him take his hand out of his pocket. He ate in the dining hall like everyone else, sitting down, but even while sitting, he still didn't take his hand out of his pocket. He used a separate restroom for adults. The boy decided to sneak into the counselors' room at night. That is what he did. He set an alarm on his phone for four in the morning. He woke up and sneaked into the counselors' room (luckily, the door wasn't locked with a latch). He looked and saw the new counselor strangling the old one with a children's jump rope. And on the left hand, on the index finger, was a large wart.
The boy returned to his bunk, but could not fall asleep. In the morning, the counselor's body was found in a trash bin. The new counselor was immediately suspected; he couldn't be found anywhere. The boy told what he had seen. The next morning, he was found strangled with a children's jump rope.