In the mid-1990s, I am 5-6 years old, I come back from the courtyard from walking. As she walked to her fifth floor, she scratched her hair. I scratched a piece and I wonder where to go? to home? So they offend, because I played and picked up the rope, and I have hair, I am a girl! You can't throw it on the floor, I'm decent, and the rubbish pipeline scared me with its dark odorable substrate, microbes and a heavy screaming door. So I stuck a piece of hair with a rope in the long unworking lock of the tambour door on the 4th floor and happy jumped home.



The next day, the grandmother-neighbor from the fourth on the bench told her that she was damaged, that yesterday she was sick all day, and in the morning in the tambour door she accidentally found a rooster wrapped in hair and immediately understood everything! And when she went to Shurka, all her confirmed that it was a vudu image of the grandmother's head and this conspiracy to death, she also guessed and that two dark men were involved in this. In general, the neighbor has already soaked the entire apartment with a beetle and now the apartment is airing from the eye. By evening, she had already invited the pop to the sanctification.



By the end of the week, the grandmothers confidently told us that in the area there are satanists who are sending spoilers on single retirees, and then they take their apartments, open prithons there or curse the apartment and sell it, and the next tenants also die and again the apartment is returned to satanists and so they survive.



In fact, then I realized that people were not very intelligent and stopped believing in everything mystical.