Our house has two entrance doors, the distance between them is 15-17 centimeters. One door is iron and opens into the entrance, the other is oak and opens into the apartment and clamps itself. (It is important )



I was home alone, I was 10-11 years old, everyone went to work at 10 a.m. The door was called, I opened the inside, I went to look in the eye and damn understand why I did not let this oak square of hell, and also the castle returned to the position when it will be closed. And she is huge, heavy, began to rise. And I clogged myself. between the doors. Outside they heard it, but I was silent as a partisan because I did not know the man behind the door. I could not go into the apartment, I could also go out. Enter the glasses.

In general, I sat, or rather I stood as an Egyptian between the doors until my grandfather came from work (at 5 p.m.) and released me from this captivity. He laughed at me nobly, but told my mom and grandmother nothing, otherwise I would have fled. He helped me eat the soup left for me and the same evening removed the clogging castle.

Only my grandfather and I know this story, and it’s been over nine years.