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Coat from the dead
Страшная маленькая история на английском языке — прослушайте в исполнении носителя английского языка.
James asked her a lot of questions: ‘What’s your name? Where do you live? Why are you on the road at night? Is your family in London? Where are your friends? Have you got any money? Are you hungry?’ The young woman sat next to James but she said nothing. Not one word. She only looked at the road.
Soon James stopped asking questions and they drove along without talking. Coming into London there were more cars and James had to drive more slowly. Suddenly the young woman started to open the door so James stopped the car quickly. They were in front of a house on a long street. The woman opened the door and got out of the car, then she slowly walked up to the front door of the house. James watched her and thought angrily, ‘She didn’t say «Thank you».’
Three days later he opened the back door of his car and found a coat. ‘This isn’t my coat,’ he thought. Then he remembered the young woman. Perhaps it was her coat. He had to drive to London again that evening so he thought, ‘l’ll take her coat back. ..I remember the street and the house.’ He drove there, parked in front of the house and walked up to the door. An older woman answered.
‘Does a young woman live here?’ he asked’. l think this is her coat – she left it in my car three days ago.’
The woman looked at the coat and began to cry. ‘That was my daughter’s coat.. .’
‘Here, please give it back to her then,’ James said.
‘l can’t,’ the woman said. ‘She’s dead.’
‘Dead!’ said James.
‘Yes, she died five years ago.’
Five years ago?’ James asked quietly.
‘Yes, on the road between Oxford and London. .. in an accident,’ the woman said.
I called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing song voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn’t know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother’s presence always does.
Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call “Sweetie, are you home?” in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know what it was, but it was staring at me.
Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team. I overhead one tech say «yup, it’s human.» Human? What’s human? «Ma’am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn’t wallpaper you were removing.»
The Little White Dog
The woman would’t allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little white dog and he would lick it reassuringly.
One night the woman was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and pulled the comforter up around her as she read that a mental patient had wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if the patient was dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had lived alone.
The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached down to where the little white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt reassured and safe, and left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned and settled in comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the open door into the living room.
There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the coals and wagging his tail. And down beside her bed, something was still licking her hand.
Something Was Wrong
He saw a woman walking toward him and stopped her.
I’m afraid I forgot my watch,’; he said with a polite smile. Can you please tell me the time?
When the woman saw him, she screamed and ran away. The man was shocked. A few minutes later, he noticed that other people were afraid of him too. Whenever they saw him coming, they flattened themselves against a building, recoiled in horror or ran across the street to stay out of his way.
«There must be something wrong with me,» John thought. «I’d better go home.»
He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away. «This is crazy!» he said to himself. John did not understand what was going on, and it scared him. «Maybe someone at home can come and pick me up.» he thought. He found a telephone and called home, expecting his wife to answer. Instead, a strange voice answered.
«Is Mrs. Sullivan there?» he asked.
«I’m sorry, she isn’t,» the voice said. «Her husband died a few days ago in a horrible car crash, she’s at his funeral.»
So Richard went back to bed and was awakened almost immediately again by the scratching. Insistent, ceaseless. He still couldn’t tell WHERE the sound was coming from, but this time, he decided to ignore it. So he fell asleep again.
Richard had no idea how long he’d been asleep when he suddenly sat up in bed, crying out, his hands flying to his back. He’d been bitten in the middle of his back while he slept, yet he’d been LYING on his back.
Richard decided that things were just too weird and went to get his dad. His dad looked at his back. The spot that hurt certainly didn’t look like a bite. It looked more like a puncture wound. So he flipped on the bedroom light and
inspected Richard’s bed. There was a hole in the fitted sheet and some of the mattress stuffing was showing through the hole. At a loss to explain how it happened, Richard suggested that maybe a spring had come
through, so Richard’s dad flipped the twin bed over to see if the box springs were the culprit.
What he found was a long knife stuck in the mattress, pointing upwards, towards where a person might lie. He also found mud and dirt under the bed, the exact length of a person. Checking immediately outside the
window he found fresh footprints in the mud leading to and then away from the window. Someone had slipped into Richard’s room through the unlocked window and lain under his bed. The scratching sound he heard
was the person using the knife to dig through the box springs and mattress to kill him!
The boy drove back to the farm as fast as he could and told his grandfather what had happened. “Give me the truck,” he begged. «I’ll go to the city. He’ll never find me there.»
His grandfather gave him the truck, and the boy sped away. After he left, his grandfather went into town looking for Death. When he found him, he asked, «Why did you frighten my grandson that way? He is only sixteen. He is too young to die.”
“I am sorry about that,” said Death. “I did not mean to beckon to him. But I was surprised to see him here. You see, I have an appointment with him this afternoon– in the city.”
The Graveyard Wager
She headed off to the graveyard, stake in her hand, and never returned. The other girls assumed she had «chickened out» and had just gone home instead. The next morning as they passed the graveyard they saw here there at the old man’s grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and when she tried to run from the grave, she couldn’t……….. she died of fright right on the grave.
Just off the road, they saw a small house in the woods. «Maybe they rent rooms,» the wife said. So they stopped to ask. An elderly man and woman came to the door. They didn’t rent rooms, they said, but they would be glad to have them stay overnight as their guests. They had plenty of room, and they would enjoy the company. The old woman made coffee and brought out some cake, and the four of them talked for a while. Then the young couple were taken to their room. They tried to insist on paying for this, but the old man said he would not accept any money.
The young couple got up early the next morning, before their hosts had awakened. They left an envelope with some money in it on a table near the front door, to pay for the room. Then they went on to the next town. They stopped at a restaurant and had breakfast. When they told the owner where they had stayed, he was shocked. «That can’t be,» he said. «That house burned to the ground, and the man and the woman who lived there died in the fire.»
The young couple could not believe it. So they went back to the house. Only now there was no house. All they found was a burnt-out shell. They stood staring at the ruins trying to understand what had happened. Then the woman screamed: In the rubble was a badly burned table, like the one they had seen by the front door and on the table was the envelope they had left that very morning.
Late Night Ride
After an hours drive, they arrived at her home and he dropped her off by the front door. Jerry said goodnight and went home himself.
The next day he remembered that Mary still had his jacket.
He drove to her house and knocked on the door, an old woman answered.
John told her about the ride he had given her daughter Mary, and had come back to get the jacket he had lent her. The old woman looked very confused.
John noticed a picture of Mary on the fireplace mantel. He pointed to it and told the old woman that that was the girl he had given a ride to.
With her voice shaking, the old woman told Jerry that her daughter had been dead for many years and was buried in a cemetery about an hours drive away from there.
Jerry ran to his car and drove to the cemetery.
He found his jacket, neatly folded on top of a grave…the name on the gravestone was Mary!
One night a little girl asked her mom if she could go play at her friends house. The mother looked at the clock, it was 4:00pm. She told the little girl to be home by 5:45 because thats when «click-click» came out. The little girl
agreed and was on her way. She played and played but lost track of time because when she headed home, it was already 5:48. By the time she was close to her home it was 6:00 pm. She observed people locking their doors
and calling in there kids.
«Shoot, I’d better run» she thought. Finally she reached her street. But that’s when she heard the noise…click click drag click click drag. It got louder and louder. She turned around and there he was, Click-Clack! She ran to her front door…click clack drag click clack drag… She pounded on the door but her Mother had fallen sleep…Click Clack Drag Click Clack Drag… The pounding stopped.
Upon waking, and forgetting that her daughter had gone out to play the last evening, Mother opened the door to get her newspaper. She screamed in horror at the sight. Written on the step in blood was, «Mother, why didn’t you open the door?» She was never seen again..
The Red Spot
«What is this red spot on my cheek?» she asked her mother the next morning.
«Looks like a spider bite.» her mother said. «It’ll go away, just don’t scratch it.»
Soon the spot grew into a red boil. «Look at it now,» Ruth said, «It’s getting bigger.»
«That sometimes happens.» her mother said. «It’s coming to a head.»
In a few days the boil was even larger.»Look at it now.» Ruth said. «It hurts and it’s ugly.»
«We’ll have a doctor look at it, maybe it’s infected.» her mother said. But the doctor couldn’t see her until the next day.
That night Ruth took a bath. As she soaked herself, the boil burst. Out poured a swarm of spiders from the eggs the mother laid in her cheek.
The Night Visitor — A Real Ghost Story
Something told me to go into my room and begin to say my prayers NOW.
down on my prayer rug and started saying my prayers.
While saying my prayers, I began to hear this thumping noise. It sounded very far away. I wondered to myself what it was because there was no one else in the house but me. The thumping started to get louder and closer. I listened again and wondered what is was.
Suddenly I began to smell this smell, it was faint at first, but became stronger as the thumping became louder… This smell, smelled like despair, hopelessness, unhappiness,being loss, extreme sadness, emptiness, it grew stronger and the thumping louder…
I continued with my praying, wondering who, or what was coming my way, for it was obvious it was coming to me, the thumping became like drums banging one step at a time,louder and louder it came, the smell overwhelming high.. I continued praying. The sound suddenly stopped. I was totally petrified, out of the corner of my eyes (for I was looking straight ahead, saying my prayers fervently), I saw this Thing standing in the entrance of my prayer room. It was 8-9 feet tall, it was so black that the darkness silhouetted around it. (I had no lights on in the other part of the house) It had a face like a bull and it slowly turn its red eyes towards me and looked down on me where I was sitting saying my prayers.
The feelings of despair, hopelessness, unhappiness, swaying and churning inside of it, screaming, crying out, from its being. This Thing looked straight at me for a full thirty seconds, not saying a word, just looking, watching, not coming into the room. I continued saying my prayers, suddenly it vanished, disappeared without a trace. I finished my prayers and went to bed.
True story, no lie. My experience from this made me realize that all the misery and misfortunes that mankind is experiencing and trying to correct, stems from this one creature, who creates and consumes people manifesting these types of energies. Until we realize this is the real villain, trying to correct those ills mentioned it is useless.
China Doll — 2
In the middle of the night she heard weird noises. Then she heard «China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, now they’re dead.» Izzy fell back into a troubled sleep.
In the morning she raced to her parents room and they were dead. She cried as her brother planned the funeral. Izzy did not play with Sam that day. She went up to bed early and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night she heard chanting again. China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room now he’s dead.» Izzy shivered and fell into another troubling sleep.
In the morning she went to her brothers room, he was dead. She spent the day in her room and wouldn’t come out. Night fell again and she went to sleep.
She heard the chanting again. «China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room, china doll, china doll in your room.» She gazed up to see the doll. «Now you’re…dead!»
The police found her the next day with no sign of the murderer. All they heard was chuckling in the distance. The chuckle of a brown haired, brown eyed china doll, on the hunt for her next victims.
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