Whatever I believed during all these years, this apartment always caused me the strongest emotions.
In my childhood, when my grandfather told me that the witch lives opposite me, I was scared.
I remember those times, when asked him why some woman every night stands in the middle of the porch and knocks on the walls.
Then it all just started, I woke up at night from a knock in the porch. When I came to the door and looked into the keyhole, there I saw an old woman, about 70 years old, in some old, ragged clothes. She stood for a long time, looking to nowhere, she thought about something, narrowing her small eyes, as if she was trying to see something behind the wall. Then, as usual, she jerked violently, and began to rush about the porch, rushing from side to side like a trapped beast.
Then she froze, and then everything on the new one, just running from wall to wall, she rapped softly.
After 40 minutes of this madness, she was hiding in her apartment, which was always immersed in darkness.
In my youth, I was horrified, each time when i heard three loud, piercing to the depths of my soul sounded on my door.
I did not go to the door anymore to see who was there, I knew that this crazy woman continued her nightly hikes on the porch, perhaps not deliberately, perhaps sinking in her madness.
But with each month, every year it got worse and worse. Neighbors did not try to talk to her, did not call the police, they seemed not to notice anything, to all my questions, they lowered their eyes, went to their apartments. Nobody had ever seen her go to the store, no one brought her any food. Already Now, after 15 years, when I was left alone in my apartment, I'm scared.
Every time I pass this apartment across the street, I try to get to my house as soon as possible and quickly lock the door to all the locks, for I feel that she can run out at any moment.
A couple of days ago, when I returned home after a hard day's work, I froze at my door. From behind, from the apartment opposite, there were rustles. Being confident that she is behind that door, and not coming closer, I remembered how in my childhood I had been watching this crazy, in the peephole.
So maybe she is doing the same now?
She was staring straight at me from behind her door, not looking away. I quickly ran into my apartment.
This night there were not three knocking from the entrance, she stood and knocked on my door, without stopping and something hissing.
It was already impossible to endure, but it was also impossible to get out. From that night a real madness began. Running on the porch, not interrupting knock on my door, hissing. But one day, I did not wake up from this all, I woke up from the deathly silence.
I even became frightened by this.
Shuffling was heard from the kitchen. Not including anywhere else, slowly, but surely I was moving towards the source of the noise.
Gathering strength, I ran into the kitchen. No one! But in the room, footsteps were heard.
I did not go in there, glanced around the room. In the dark room, at the far wall, stood a figure resembling an old woman from the entrance, which was hissing and scratching something on the wallpaper.
She looked at me, and walked slowly in my direction.
I was in nighty, ran out into the street.
I returned to my apartment only in the morning. All my ideas that the door will protect me from this creature - have collapsed.


And only in 15 years. at this morning my neighbor, who entered the open door told me who lived in that apartment. Do you want to know who she was? Write to me and i will tell you all truth, if you are not yellow-belly)

PS Already a couple of months I live in another house, in another area, but every night I wake up from the slightest rustle, that apartment does not give me rest, until now.