here? Maybe some animal ran in from the forest. Paul always considered mysticism to be nothing more than an invention.
– But I definitely heard someone walking.
She spent the rest of the night without sleep, dozing off only in the morning. In the morning they hitched a ride at the intersection where they turned into the village. The driver turned out to be talkative.
– Where does the young people lead the way from? – He asked, turning on the radio in the car.
«We were in a whirlwind, – Natasha replied.
It was warm in the car, music was playing, and the night incident seemed like a dream.
– From where? – the driver looked at the girl in surprise, as if she had said something out of the ordinary.
– From Vikhreev, there is a village nearby, – Pavel intervened.
– Don’t you confuse anything, guys? – the driver was surprised. – Here to the nearest village about twenty kilometers, and there is nothing closer.
Then he paused, and said:
– Vihreevo, something familiar.
Then he slapped the steering wheel.
– I remember! Before the war, there was a village called Vikhreevo here. Here, during the war, the Germans killed almost the entire village, after the war they did not restore it, those who survived moved to other places. So you messed up, there’s nowhere to spend the night. Last year I was fishing there nearby, so I only saw piles of boards and bricks on the site of houses.
The driver dropped them off at the square in the nearest village.
– Maybe the uncle played a trick on us? Natasha suggested.
«We can go back and check his words,» Pavel said.
– No way, – said Natasha, – I’m not going there.
At home, the girl uploaded the photos to the computer and began to look at them.
In the photos taken in that village, there really were no houses. And instead of them there were bricks and planks.
A terrible curse. One urban legend
Preface
The hatred of a dying person will forever remain in the world of the living. And sometimes it becomes a monstrous curse from which there is no escape. The curse is worse than death itself.
Every day we do something, both good and bad.
But do we think that our every action will come back to us like a boomerang?
For good, we get happiness, health, love, and for evil, troubles and sufferings fall upon us.
The reckoning can come both on the day of the offense, and after many years.
And sometimes a terrible curse falls on a person who has committed a grave sin, which turns this person’s life into a horror as black as a moonless night.
When retribution is many times more terrible than evil deeds, and when death becomes mercy. The heroes of this story considered themselves gods in life and never thought about the consequences of their actions.
Murder
1996.
The gloomy, gray sky hung low over the ground, and it seemed that it was about to crush the landings and smear passing cars on the asphalt. A fine, nasty rain was falling, and despite the fact that it was the height of summer, the northwest wind was blowing, always bringing bad weather and dampness. The weather that day was cool and chilly, like late autumn.
A Zhiguli «Six» appeared on the federal highway, driving at a fairly high speed, the car turned off the landing and then drove along a dirt road, threatening to get stuck in the mud at any second.
After driving away from the busy highway, the car stopped, and three shaven-headed, hefty lads got out of it.
Shivering from the coolness and wrapping themselves in their leather jackets, the guys walked around the car and approached the trunk.
– Well, come on, Koshchey, unlock it, – said one of the guys.
The one who was called Koshchei opened the trunk.
The guys saw a beaten and bloody homeless man lying in the bowels of the trunk.
One of the bandits, with obvious disgust on his face, pulled this man of indeterminate age into the light of day and with a sharp push sent him to the nearest puddle to swim.
– For what? What have I done to you? What? The tramp looked hunted at his tormentors.
– Shut up, you bastard! The bandit replied. «Just because you’re a rotten, smelly, always drunk brute, just for that you should be sent to eternal rest.
The guys considered themselves cool, gods and thought they had the right to decide the fate of people.
Killing homeless people was their favorite pastime: no one would look for them, no one would miss them.
There was a man and there is no man. All three rushed to beat the unfortunate homeless man with their feet, trampling him into the mud.
– Well, that’s it, good, – said one of them. – It’s time…
A knife flashed in Koshchei’s hand.
– What do you say finally, eh, trash?
The tramp got up from the ground with great difficulty and knelt down, blood was flowing from his broken mouth, his nose was broken.
Bubbling and gurgling sounds came from the broken chest. The man stretched out his hands to the sky:
«May you be cursed, cursed forever, forever and ever. You will burn in the fiery Hell. And you, you son of a bitch,» the homeless man pointed his finger at the Iron Man standing in front of him with a knife, «May punishment befall you: all your relatives, all those who gave birth to you and whom you will give birth to, let them all die in suffering, as I suffered, so they will suffer for your sins, you will bury everyone!
The bandits seemed to be doused with ice water from such words, and they all began to shake with a small tremor.
With some kind of bestial, sixth sense, they felt that these were not just words spoken in a fit of impotent anger, this was something more.
The bandit named Iron, standing with a knife in front of the crippled man, regained consciousness, took a step forward and plunged the knife into the throat of the unfortunate, and then again and again.
It was all over. The bandits dragged the body into the forest belt and threw leaves in the hope that no one would ever find it.
We returned home in silence, in complete silence.
Iron
