It was somewhere in the 2,000. We were 14-15 years old then. Happy years of youth. A company of 10 people. And one day I came up with the idea of going into an abandoned mansion in the evening to try my straw. The estate was a two-story house, which did not collapse, but has not been functioning since the 1980s. Of all the inhabitants of this estate, the main contingent was represented by the Alkashi, the Bomji, other teenagers and occasionally a guard. Therefore, the options to meet someone, and especially at night, were sufficient. The color in the theme of fear was added by the presence of the female half of the companion and the memories of all the imaginable and unthinkable village horrors, the stories of friends about the encounter with the unknown shit, etc. In general, the horrors were chased.

I decided to go at midnight. But my friend and I decided that in order to a meeting with ignorance, we need to prepare the soil in advance. The old cell phone was loaded as a song to ring a baby's cry and placed in one of the rooms on the second floor of the mansion. They themselves repudiated the march by the fact that it is not eager to receive from the guard the lullaby and that there is nothing to catch there and we stand on the pit. We were presented with a claim of the type of "bzite", but we wanted to look at an experiment on "darehoods".

And then a group in striped swimsuits with lamps went to ball around the night house of the estate. When the lights blinked on the second floor, we called a hidden phone. The quiet night was filled with male and female whistles, and from the mansion from all the windows as witches after the shabash our seekers of adventure flew.