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A terrible story from our subscribers! I was not 17 years old, I returned to the old motorcycle. The wind, the sun almost sat, the road to the front was empty. Up to the house was 5-6 kilometers. And suddenly, the motorcycle was bad, the gasoline ended. Nothing to do, something came to happen with the motorcycle. Tyshina, the wind was blowing on the road, the sky was dark, and here I saw her. Sitting in the dark side, it stood evenly on the middle of the road, the face of the poor, like a cat, and the eye was too big, not moving. I was in a hurry, but I saw that everything was fine, everything was fine. She didn't answer, just looked straight into the eye. I went to the world, the heart hit stronger. And here I listened to the cat. It was a small dog running around the grass. She didn't stand anymore. On the fourth floor, the engine was moving fast, but naturally quiet. The fingers got stuck on the stone, the floor turned on the ground. I woke up from the place, ran like a muck. The motorcycle was left behind. Before I ran to the turn, I stopped, I looked, it stood straight, looked, and it was smiling, what do you need? I was screaming. But the reaction was only a subtle, subtle smell. I ran again, and when I saw the fire at the end of the corner, I just breathed the smell, and I returned. I didn't go. I returned home and I told the whole thing to the girl. She listened to the mouse, went to the window, looked at the table and told the mood. It was a silent time for a person. And if you see something again, don't be afraid. Shaitan loves those who are afraid. Share your story and tell it to her.