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I am not a mystic and I am skeptical of any mysticism. Whenever possible, I try to explain all sorts of mysterious phenomena from a scientific point of view. But something happened to me once and I was greatly puzzled by this and remained in great perplexity.
As a pensioner, I worked at school No. 78 (Samara) as a night watchman. On December 27, 2011, once again, as usual, I took over. Walked around the school building inside and out, checked all toilets and other nooks and crannies. I tugged at the classroom doors to make sure everyone was locked. Bolted the front door.
In general, I completed part of my duties and entered my shift room. Boiled water, brewed it. I drank tea, watched TV, listened to music, leafed through and read magazines and books. The time is past midnight. I also made detours. Closer to morning, I lay down to rest on a cot.
Yes, the watchman sleeps too, but he must sleep very lightly. So that in the event of any force majeure danger - fire, flood or earthquake, quickly leave the entrusted object. For one's life is dearer than any objects and values in this room. And if you find thieves, then you don't need to do anything yourself, except to call the police.
Whoever worked as a watchman knows what it is. And those who did not work have no idea that this is a very dangerous job. We all know about the tragic fate of the watchmen, guards, bodyguards.
So, unnoticed by myself, I dozed off and then fell asleep. Didn't sleep very long. I woke up, lay and looked at the front rotational door. Suddenly I clearly see that the door silently opens, even though it was very creaky. In the opening of the open door stuck the head of a man, a burning brunette looking like a Caucasian.
He looked to the left, where the locker with the keys to the classes hung, turning his head, looked to the right, at the clothes hanger. He backed away and closed the door. It all happened quickly.
I resolutely began to get up from the cot to find out what was the matter. Who is this man and how did he get here? But it didn't work out instantly. Anyway, I got up pretty quickly, put my feet in slippers and rushed out of the room into the corridor. I wanted to catch up with him, but there was no one in the corridor.
I immediately checked the front door to the school, but it was locked. I think: it means that he went down the corridor. But left or right? I ran up the first floor checking the toilets. Then on the second, but then I had a doubt. Was there a man? After all, the shift door is creaky, but he opened it silently. It is impossible to open it silently.
Still, I walked around the third floor to clear my conscience. I also tugged at the handles of all the cool doors. I checked the front door again, thinking that while I was running through the floors, he might have left. The door is locked. The windows are closed. Everything is fine. I decided that it was such an incredible dream at the moment of awakening, when the eyes are open, and the brain, without awakening, continues to sleep.
When I, being impressed, told about this after a while to my replacement, he remarked: "Well, that's it, it's time for you to quit." However, I worked at this school for a long time, but without such mysterious phenomena.
