I am a very cautious person. I was raised by parents in hypertable and care. They were afraid that with me something can happen and therefore strongly shielded me from the outside world. I have been unavailable to many children's games and I wasn't allowed without permission to leave even the corner of the Playground. However, it was suggested to me. what we need to help people. I was seven years old and I went to school. It was in September. Still remember that it was bright sun and quite warm. There were no children and I was walking all alone. Then I noticed that the children's area, appeared a woman. She sat on a bench and reading a book. And then got up and walked to the door, ostensibly to look at the ads on the stand. Then she woke up confused and started to rummage in her purse. And then she called me, asking to bring a book, which she accidentally left on the bench
-Girl, please bring me the book! she is very cute smile and I picked up the book, walked over to her. Then she began questioning me in what entrance do I live, where I study, what's the name of my parents. It was a pleasure to talk to her. And then she touched a hand to my ears. I wore small gold earrings - a gift from my grandmother for my Birthday.
-What beautiful earrings you have! she said. - you could get closer, I want to see you in them beautiful. I came closer and at that moment she grabbed me, pulled me back and had her hand over her mouth. We went to the entrance, where she said she got a knife and if I'll scream, she'll cut my throat. I was silent while she took off my earrings. and then told me to go up to the fifth floor and is not down.
In addition to my entryway in the apartment next door lived a young girl junkie. It is easy for treatment to the hospital, and then came out and started to rave. She could spend days sitting on the bench and talk to myself or cry is long and shrill. until she called an ambulance. One day we with my friends walked on the court and saw this girl opened the window completely - she lived on the first floor and everything was visible from the street. we at first did not look in there and then noticed. in the far end of the room hung her body on scarves or rope - she committed suicide. I'm still terribly from her stories in her delirium that she saw people with pigs heads.
It was the most terrible memories from my childhood that still make me judder and unpleasant chill.
