Brownie. Russia

It was in the fall September 4, 1992, I remember now. It happened to me in the village of Obolenskoe Kashirsky district, Voronezh oblast. I went there to help dig potatoes with his grandmother. This village was near the village of Krasnyy Log, which anciently considered magical, home to many evil spirits.

In the afternoon we were dripping potatoes as if nothing had happened. Tired and early in bed. Lay three of us: me, my brother, dad in the half house, which recently died, our great-grandmother. Could not sleep – it was stuffy. Finally, fell asleep. I woke up after a while because in the window knock. I thought it was someone from our side, opened the door. In the room burst into a puff of smoke in human form. I gasped in fear, he screamed, waking his father and brother.

All jumped up, turned on the light, but found nothing. Search the house, too, yielded nothing. Everyone was in shock. Went to bed all in one room. The night the rain came and talked almost until morning, but sleep took its toll. Asleep, he immediately woke up to something heavy, Savusavu my whole body. It was invisible, but the gravity was like a stove. I screamed and struggled, but the cry was not heard. In my ears there was a wild noise like the air is strong streams beat in his ears.

I cried out to the father, all happened in one second but seemed like an eternity. What it was, I still don't know, but grandma says that it smothers the house.

Recorded in the city of Voronezh from Volkov, Igor Vasilyevich, 1976 Record Blueway N.Yu., 2002 AKTLF

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