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Before the 1941 war, my parents lived near the airport in the city of Svobodny, Amur Region. My father worked as a carpenter in the brigade. He got an empty apartment. This apartment was constantly uninhabited, each family that settled in it, after living for some time, moved out.
And the locals told us that the apartment was not good, and why, they did not explain. The family consisted of three people: my father, mother and grandfather. I was not yet in the world then. I am writing based on the story of my mother.
At first, maybe a week or two, we lived normally. Nothing strange happened. But then something unimaginable began. Mom began to feel that a soft "furry" hand was slowly sticking out from under the bed against the wall. This hand gets close to her neck and begins to choke her mother!
Slowly at first, then squeezes her throat more and more. Mom wake up in a panic, seized with fear. It began to repeat itself every night. The methods of strangling this unknown entity were different. Sometimes this strangler would start to tumble down. He pressed on the whole body, again gradually approaching the neck. Approaching, he squeezed his throat. Mom didn’t have enough air to breathe and she managed to wake up, very frightened.
My father and grandfather saw her jump out of bed in the middle of the night. She told them every time about what happened to her in her dream. The grandfather, who did not believe in brownies, immediately, with knowledge of the matter, explained that this was an ordinary stagnation of blood in the body of a sleeping person, from an uncomfortable posture and he began to have such a nightmare.
He gave his mother his argument: “Nobody is strangling us,” meaning himself and my father. He calmed her down as best he could and said that this phenomenon would pass. But then this unknown, alleged brownie, took up his grandfather … He also began to strangle him at night. Grandfather quieted down, immediately stopped explaining his "scientific" theories about what had happened.
The turn came to the father. On another night, it began to reach the point that such attempts at strangling were experienced by two, and sometimes all three, during the night. They figured out why this apartment was empty. We began to think seriously about moving out of this apartment. But where?
Mom was advised not to choke the brownie, it is necessary during the day, when no one is at home, to open the underground, scold him harder with obscenities, and say in such a way that he should fall behind and leave them alone.
Mom did so and he stopped doing his actions. Everyone slept peacefully for several nights. But then he pounced more than ever, began to choke him twice a night. Mom even repented that she swore at him.
The house had two apartments with different passages and a shared kitchen. The Mazharov family, husband and wife, lived in a neighboring apartment. They had a cow. On the occasion that this cow was soon to calve and so that the future calf would not freeze in the barn, they, with the permission of my parents, brought their cow to the kitchen during this maternity period.
Neighbor Mazharova was very grateful to my parents for this. And knowing that they had decided to leave this dysfunctional apartment, she told my mother a mysterious phrase: "Don't leave, he won't choke you anymore."
But the construction organization in which my father worked was disbanded. He began to look for a new job and found him on the outskirts of the city in a military unit. They moved to a barrack. The Mazharovs and I were friends all the time we lived in the Far East until November 1949.