Five minutes,

If you stare long into an abyss, the abyss will stare at you. The rule to remember for anyone who is interested in the anomalous phenomena. Sooner or later, but will meet a lover of unusual information on the subject of his curiosity, even where not expected.
Once in the second hour of the night I went out to smoke in the stairwell of standard 9- storey building on Mayakovsky Street in the city of Yekaterinburg. Below ground smoked a cigarette a neighbor, I learned it on clothes - camouflage tunic, though his face is not seen. Shouted to him: ... He looked up at me and somehow with caution. A neighbor for so long he studied my face, that I even began to worry: maybe me something is wrong? . At the same time, he owned a good: the hands are not shaking, his eyes did not run.

He works as an electrician at an electrical substation on duty ... In this work, and training specialists, check them as astronauts. Some mental disorders, alcohol abuse or the slightest bearing on them for drugs excluded.

- That went for cigarettes, Georgich - laughed nervously Maxim. - I almost turned gray, damn it!.
- Where is the ...
- What is it? .
- The fact that you have gray temples. And you say - ...

Max rubbed mechanically sheared briefly temple, and then told me the story of an extraordinary. He got the house to look at the video series ... And then discovered that he ran out of cigarettes. He pressed the ... On the fourth floor at first, he drove well, opened the combination lock the access door by pressing a button, went outside and walked towards the cherished goal. And little by little began to worry.

- You know, Georgich, it does not happen. Perhaps you are not evident in the eye, but I very much! . You see, among them many species in one run mercury vapor, in others - sodium, in the third - even some, it's just a simple determination of the people walking, all gas-discharge lamps - is, he says, ... And thus the reliability of these gizmos are not particularly high. But you 've seen - always crackling, flashing. And then suddenly - well, everything burns extremely smoothly and somehow the same light gray.

Maxim is long and convoluted swore that was for him did not tend to. From a rude word to anyone ever heard. From that moment on I started to take his story seriously.

On the street there was no wind, no sound, and Max vowed and swore that he was so ill at ease, as if he was somewhere in another world. but cigarettes. Booth looked as usual, and Maxim knocked out of the window, clutching the foresight of his right hand between the two denominations of 10 rubles: a pack of ... The window moved aside, but instead of the usual ... ... - Yes, of course, a rat died! ...

- A pack of ... - Max handed the money in the window.
- Please. - In the window penetrated something from what Max was, like, whiskey and white with. The narrow thin tentacle. And while it kept a pack of blue ... Maxim does not panicked and ran to look heart-rending cries of the eye with. He took a cigarette and putting. Opened the pack and took out a cigarette and lit. Taste of tobacco - seems to be a real. And only after that went home.

Way to stand up to the entrance - 200 meters. But Max stopped halfway. newspaper. The street was not vetrinki. Nevertheless, the street leisurely wandered Omsk newspaper, zigzags closer to Maxim. Bringing it in with an incredible fear of.

- If my key did not open the lock of the door entrance - told me Max, smoking is probably the tenth cigarette - I would be there in fear and skopytilsya!.
- And then what?.
- And even worse.

Max returned to the porch of his home. Native entrance, always a little littered, a little unkempt, was clean and sterile lit pale violet flame gas lamps unblinking. Log into the elevator, he did not dare. After a walk up to 4 floors, he stood before the door with the key and could not bring himself to open the door.

- Georgich, you can laugh in my face, but I just started shaking with fear, that here I am now open door with the key - and it 's not my apartment! .

Having stood at the door of his own for about 15 minutes, Max stepped into the hallway and threw the keys on the concrete and lit. And then I looked out on top. Further, according to Max, changed all at once: the lights in the stairwell just lit cozy, home-style, and the silence suddenly broken up the usual sounds of a normal apartment building entrance. In general, he told me was ready to immediately put half a liter for deliverance from the nightmare.

Shuruy - home, a neighbor. Navoobrazhal himself with three boxes, trying to scare myself, - I podnachil Maxim. - Come, I'll open your door! .
- No, Georgich do not need to. All right. Look - lights flashing?.

Looked closely, one of the fluorescent lamps on the ceiling of the entryway blinking.

- You see, we are at home. - Max got hard, he swayed. - All right, I do not need help!.
... Here is a piece of it: ... Only in some places, this leather were worn almost through. In places where. where the boundaries are thin ...
And he brought it to Max - the good, just something to go down to the floor below. I should not have done it. Max gave me a printout with the words: ...

These are the things. It happened just next to me.


Sergey Dunayev.
Source - http://www. ufolog. ru/publication/3762.


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