Not so long ago in a suburban private houses had an emergency. The structure burned to the ground, leaving only a pile of ashes and spread for miles, the smell of burning. It all happened so quickly that the fire brigade arrived just had to extinguish the burning wooden fence that spread the flames. A few days trying to determine the cause of the fire, and after it was made an official statement that the house burned as a result of rough handling with a gas stove.
It is difficult to distinguish among residues, reminiscent of a homogeneous black mass, was discovered Notepad, thick leather cover. By an incredible coincidence, the fire did not hit the yellow sheets of paper and only has amplil protruding edges. The contents of the Notepad was strictly classified. But already after a couple of days on one of the little-known news sites came with the publication of the contents of this notebook. The one who placed the record, introduced himself as one of the members of the fire brigade, but his name was not called. Has sagged just a few hours, the account was deleted. But, after a while, the site stopped working and not working Posey day.
Deleted text presents not the whole but only a part of carrying meaning.
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March 30, 2014.
All night I hear from my parents ' bedroom could hear my mother's cough. Dad several times went to the kitchen for water. But she is not getting better. Now, thank God, all was quiet and I finally can sleep. Tomorrow heavy training day, you need to sleep.
March 31, 2014.
Now came the doctor. I was in my mother's room, and after about something loudly argued with the Pope. Dad told me to sit at home and not go. When everything calmed down, dad came into my room and said that the doctor had gone. He hugged me, and all night we sat together, watching cartoons. He said that mom will soon recover.
April 1, 2014.
Dad woke up a few minutes before the alarm. Was behaving strangely. Said I can't go to school today. Dad said that mom was sick and that it is better not to disturb. We had Breakfast, and after he was allowed to play the computer. He went into the bedroom to mom.
Heard, what is the fuss, but I tried not to pay attention to it. In the evening we went for a walk. He was very silent. Constantly flinch at loud sounds. When I tried to ask how my mother was immediately interpreted the theme. When I asked last time - shouted at me.
April 2, 2014.
In the morning I woke up because dad is standing in front of my bed and staring at me. I was very scared. He began to question, not did I in my mother's room. Long asked the same question. Making sure that I was not there - were fed Breakfast and sent to school. I noticed a white spot on his temple. As if he greyish. Dad behaves very strange. I'm scared.
After school and after dinner, I went to teach lessons. Dad left a note that he went to the store. Walking past the doors of their bedrooms, in the slot from the bottom, I saw a moving shadow. This mom walks in the room. I guess she is already getting better, but I haven't visited her. Dad said that it is better not to disturb. He later returned. In the evening we had supper, and then again together watching cartoons. He is not so thoughtful. Only hands shaking.
April 3, 2014..
I was awakened some cry. I didn't even know who shouted, as he broke off as soon as I get into a sitting position. It was still dark, I don't know what time it is. He stood up, wanted to go see but no sooner had I reached the door, as became Pope. Pale and with a crazy look. Kept one hand behind his back, as if something was hiding. I begin to fear him. Told me to go back to sleep and left. I never fell asleep. When dawn came and the clock finally rang, he got up and went to wash. Dad was not at home. Walking past their bedroom, again saw the shadow at the bottom. Why mom doesn't lie, once she's sick? The room can hear some metal clanging and some clicks. Wanted to look. Already grabbed the door handle and started to open, as he heard the cotton from the hallway. This father returned, as it turned out, from the store. He's got something with her hand, she tied the bandage. Dad said fell. He has a very tired look, as if not sleeping at night. I don't know.
Had Breakfast, went to school.
Returning home, I saw dad puts something in the house. Something wrapped in a black package. When he saw me he rushed inside. The house of strange smells. Smell like iron. Dad is wandering around the apartment and whispers something to himself. At me does not react.
Even when I cried, just passed by. Today without dinner. Learned lessons and went to bed.
When the mother gets well?
April 4, 2014..
Dad woke up. Outside the window is dark. First saw him crying. He told me to go wash up and take a shower. On returning to my bed I was waiting for my dress, which I wear on holidays. To my questions, he answered that I can finally see the mother. Mom was hungry, and I can feed her. I was overjoyed. He took his notebook to show mom your account.
When I got dressed, my father came, took me by the arm and led her into their room. By the way, I remembered that lies in the refrigerator ice cream, and decided that it was necessary to treat the mother. Wanted to go to the kitchen, but the Pope did not let go his hand. Now, holding, he was dragging me. I became very scared. I started to cry, but he didn't care.
Going to the door he went down on one knee in front of me. He said, "the Sun. Be gentle with mommy, she's still sick. But now you feed her, and she will become better." He opened the door, the force pushed me into the room and closed it behind me.
I fell down and up, immediately turned his face to the door, shouting to the Pope, that he forgot to give me food. But the answer was, only my father cry, resembling a howl.
There are so unpleasant smells. "Mommy?" I asked. Somewhere at the other end of the room, behind the bed, there was a sound of movement, accompanied by a metallic clanking, which I've heard before. "Mom?" "I repeated. Silence.
Clamping one hand on the nose, I took a step along the wall and groped a hand switch, flicked it on. The light came on just for a second. It was enough that I finally saw my mother.
She stood a few metres away from me and pulled me in his blood-stained hands. Her neck was fastened in the dog collar, which is sharp thorns stuck in her neck. From the collar to the wall stretched a thick metal chain, not giving her to reach me. Now it is clear that the sound I heard from this room.
Her eyes... they were not the eyes of my mom. Red, bloodshot furious filled with anger and hatred. Whole mouth was smeared with blood. When she opened her lips, I saw the long sharp thin in places missing teeth. They she, uttering loud clicks, abruptly closing them, looking directly at me. I finally understood. Mamochkina food is right in front of her. Elegant, dress.
From fear I backed away and lowered his eyes. Lay on the floor gnawed remains of some dogs and... the doctor that came to us a few days ago. Lay pliers and pulled out the sharp teeth. I think daddy is, therefore, tried to cure his mother. I think it didn't work. She was very hungry.
As I said, it's only a couple of seconds as her mother waved his hand and touched the chandelier. Along with the sound of broken glass, the room was again plunged into darkness. In the darkness, which often often heard the clicking of teeth.
I fell to my knees and tried to crawl out of here. Splinters dug and cut my knees, but I felt no pain. The door was locked. Dad had me locked up in here.
I crawled to the side, while not buried in the closet. In their room stood a huge wooden wardrobe. Opening it, I crept inside and closed the door behind him. After some time, the clicking stopped.
April 4, 2014 (several hours later).
I'm sitting in the closet. Listen to mother's heavy breathing. The clink of chains. I know she tries to free himself.
In the street light. Through the crack opens a small overview on the door to the room. With a soft creak, it opened and dad came in. With his appearance again he heard the clicks. Mommy is very hungry.
Dad tries to talk to her. He asks why she is not getting better, why is she still hungry? He fed her their daughter. He fed me!!! Mother did not answer, only clicks teeth and utters a hoarse sound like growling dogs.
I smell gas. Dad asks her forgiveness and says that this is the only way out. He raises his hand, in which he's got something there. It seems lighter. I understood that he wants to do.
At this point I heard some noise. Dad fell on his back and mom pounced on him. So, she still managed to break free from the chains. She, like a hungry beast, begins to obgadyat his face and body. It can easily tear flesh and separates bone from each other. I hold myself struggling not to scream. I know what will happen to me if I zakrecona mom shuddered and froze. She lifted her head and looked around. I think something terrible has happened. Mom remembered that somewhere in the house I should be. Not rising to his feet, arms and legs, she pulled out.
And I'm sitting in the locker room and write. Well, my notebook with me. Probably I'm doing the last record in my life. I hear she's running around the house and snaps his teeth. Mom is looking for me. Repeatedly runs into the room, but almost immediately left her. She doesn't know where I am, but know that I am somewhere near. Maybe she feels me?
The smell of gas was very sharp. Next to the mutilated dad's body lies his lighter, which he never managed to ignite. I think I'll manage. If not, then let the one who will find these entries, knows what happened here. If Yes, then most likely, no one ever learns nothing. Now she is in another room. I think I will have time. I have to try. Good-bye.
"
On this record ends.
Under the wreckage was found two bodies. After examination it was found that the bodies belong to adult and school age girl. The woman's body has not been found. One of the neighbors says that he saw someone or something ran into the street and disappeared into the next landing, for a few seconds before ignition. Someone said that at night charred remains of someone prowling around. They say that it's not human.
Maybe mom is still looking for his daughter?
It is difficult to distinguish among residues, reminiscent of a homogeneous black mass, was discovered Notepad, thick leather cover. By an incredible coincidence, the fire did not hit the yellow sheets of paper and only has amplil protruding edges. The contents of the Notepad was strictly classified. But already after a couple of days on one of the little-known news sites came with the publication of the contents of this notebook. The one who placed the record, introduced himself as one of the members of the fire brigade, but his name was not called. Has sagged just a few hours, the account was deleted. But, after a while, the site stopped working and not working Posey day.
Deleted text presents not the whole but only a part of carrying meaning.
"
March 30, 2014.
All night I hear from my parents ' bedroom could hear my mother's cough. Dad several times went to the kitchen for water. But she is not getting better. Now, thank God, all was quiet and I finally can sleep. Tomorrow heavy training day, you need to sleep.
March 31, 2014.
Now came the doctor. I was in my mother's room, and after about something loudly argued with the Pope. Dad told me to sit at home and not go. When everything calmed down, dad came into my room and said that the doctor had gone. He hugged me, and all night we sat together, watching cartoons. He said that mom will soon recover.
April 1, 2014.
Dad woke up a few minutes before the alarm. Was behaving strangely. Said I can't go to school today. Dad said that mom was sick and that it is better not to disturb. We had Breakfast, and after he was allowed to play the computer. He went into the bedroom to mom.
Heard, what is the fuss, but I tried not to pay attention to it. In the evening we went for a walk. He was very silent. Constantly flinch at loud sounds. When I tried to ask how my mother was immediately interpreted the theme. When I asked last time - shouted at me.
April 2, 2014.
In the morning I woke up because dad is standing in front of my bed and staring at me. I was very scared. He began to question, not did I in my mother's room. Long asked the same question. Making sure that I was not there - were fed Breakfast and sent to school. I noticed a white spot on his temple. As if he greyish. Dad behaves very strange. I'm scared.
After school and after dinner, I went to teach lessons. Dad left a note that he went to the store. Walking past the doors of their bedrooms, in the slot from the bottom, I saw a moving shadow. This mom walks in the room. I guess she is already getting better, but I haven't visited her. Dad said that it is better not to disturb. He later returned. In the evening we had supper, and then again together watching cartoons. He is not so thoughtful. Only hands shaking.
April 3, 2014..
I was awakened some cry. I didn't even know who shouted, as he broke off as soon as I get into a sitting position. It was still dark, I don't know what time it is. He stood up, wanted to go see but no sooner had I reached the door, as became Pope. Pale and with a crazy look. Kept one hand behind his back, as if something was hiding. I begin to fear him. Told me to go back to sleep and left. I never fell asleep. When dawn came and the clock finally rang, he got up and went to wash. Dad was not at home. Walking past their bedroom, again saw the shadow at the bottom. Why mom doesn't lie, once she's sick? The room can hear some metal clanging and some clicks. Wanted to look. Already grabbed the door handle and started to open, as he heard the cotton from the hallway. This father returned, as it turned out, from the store. He's got something with her hand, she tied the bandage. Dad said fell. He has a very tired look, as if not sleeping at night. I don't know.
Had Breakfast, went to school.
Returning home, I saw dad puts something in the house. Something wrapped in a black package. When he saw me he rushed inside. The house of strange smells. Smell like iron. Dad is wandering around the apartment and whispers something to himself. At me does not react.
Even when I cried, just passed by. Today without dinner. Learned lessons and went to bed.
When the mother gets well?
April 4, 2014..
Dad woke up. Outside the window is dark. First saw him crying. He told me to go wash up and take a shower. On returning to my bed I was waiting for my dress, which I wear on holidays. To my questions, he answered that I can finally see the mother. Mom was hungry, and I can feed her. I was overjoyed. He took his notebook to show mom your account.
When I got dressed, my father came, took me by the arm and led her into their room. By the way, I remembered that lies in the refrigerator ice cream, and decided that it was necessary to treat the mother. Wanted to go to the kitchen, but the Pope did not let go his hand. Now, holding, he was dragging me. I became very scared. I started to cry, but he didn't care.
Going to the door he went down on one knee in front of me. He said, "the Sun. Be gentle with mommy, she's still sick. But now you feed her, and she will become better." He opened the door, the force pushed me into the room and closed it behind me.
I fell down and up, immediately turned his face to the door, shouting to the Pope, that he forgot to give me food. But the answer was, only my father cry, resembling a howl.
There are so unpleasant smells. "Mommy?" I asked. Somewhere at the other end of the room, behind the bed, there was a sound of movement, accompanied by a metallic clanking, which I've heard before. "Mom?" "I repeated. Silence.
Clamping one hand on the nose, I took a step along the wall and groped a hand switch, flicked it on. The light came on just for a second. It was enough that I finally saw my mother.
She stood a few metres away from me and pulled me in his blood-stained hands. Her neck was fastened in the dog collar, which is sharp thorns stuck in her neck. From the collar to the wall stretched a thick metal chain, not giving her to reach me. Now it is clear that the sound I heard from this room.
Her eyes... they were not the eyes of my mom. Red, bloodshot furious filled with anger and hatred. Whole mouth was smeared with blood. When she opened her lips, I saw the long sharp thin in places missing teeth. They she, uttering loud clicks, abruptly closing them, looking directly at me. I finally understood. Mamochkina food is right in front of her. Elegant, dress.
From fear I backed away and lowered his eyes. Lay on the floor gnawed remains of some dogs and... the doctor that came to us a few days ago. Lay pliers and pulled out the sharp teeth. I think daddy is, therefore, tried to cure his mother. I think it didn't work. She was very hungry.
As I said, it's only a couple of seconds as her mother waved his hand and touched the chandelier. Along with the sound of broken glass, the room was again plunged into darkness. In the darkness, which often often heard the clicking of teeth.
I fell to my knees and tried to crawl out of here. Splinters dug and cut my knees, but I felt no pain. The door was locked. Dad had me locked up in here.
I crawled to the side, while not buried in the closet. In their room stood a huge wooden wardrobe. Opening it, I crept inside and closed the door behind him. After some time, the clicking stopped.
April 4, 2014 (several hours later).
I'm sitting in the closet. Listen to mother's heavy breathing. The clink of chains. I know she tries to free himself.
In the street light. Through the crack opens a small overview on the door to the room. With a soft creak, it opened and dad came in. With his appearance again he heard the clicks. Mommy is very hungry.
Dad tries to talk to her. He asks why she is not getting better, why is she still hungry? He fed her their daughter. He fed me!!! Mother did not answer, only clicks teeth and utters a hoarse sound like growling dogs.
I smell gas. Dad asks her forgiveness and says that this is the only way out. He raises his hand, in which he's got something there. It seems lighter. I understood that he wants to do.
At this point I heard some noise. Dad fell on his back and mom pounced on him. So, she still managed to break free from the chains. She, like a hungry beast, begins to obgadyat his face and body. It can easily tear flesh and separates bone from each other. I hold myself struggling not to scream. I know what will happen to me if I zakrecona mom shuddered and froze. She lifted her head and looked around. I think something terrible has happened. Mom remembered that somewhere in the house I should be. Not rising to his feet, arms and legs, she pulled out.
And I'm sitting in the locker room and write. Well, my notebook with me. Probably I'm doing the last record in my life. I hear she's running around the house and snaps his teeth. Mom is looking for me. Repeatedly runs into the room, but almost immediately left her. She doesn't know where I am, but know that I am somewhere near. Maybe she feels me?
The smell of gas was very sharp. Next to the mutilated dad's body lies his lighter, which he never managed to ignite. I think I'll manage. If not, then let the one who will find these entries, knows what happened here. If Yes, then most likely, no one ever learns nothing. Now she is in another room. I think I will have time. I have to try. Good-bye.
"
On this record ends.
Under the wreckage was found two bodies. After examination it was found that the bodies belong to adult and school age girl. The woman's body has not been found. One of the neighbors says that he saw someone or something ran into the street and disappeared into the next landing, for a few seconds before ignition. Someone said that at night charred remains of someone prowling around. They say that it's not human.
Maybe mom is still looking for his daughter?
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