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The Haunted House of Tver Edited by commentator (many thanks to you!) "Denis, Denis?" I recognized that Elena was speaking to me only when she called my name the second or third time. We were having breakfast together, the whole team with exception of Igor, he was sleeping late as usual, and I was spacing out. "Denis," Elena called me again. "What?" I answered finally focusing on her. Elena is a hefty woman with short hair dyed red. She likes the color. Her lips are painted bright red, her dangling earrings looks like red rosebuds, and a red stone stood is placed in her left nostril. "Denis, are your ears pierced? Strange, I didn't notice it before," she said looking at me. "No, they are not pierced, why?" Elena smirked and removed her earrings before stepping close to me. She grabbed my right ear and I heard something clicked. "What are you doing?" I asked and heard another click in my left ear. Elena stepped back and all three women started to laugh. "Denis, you look adorable in these earrings," said Irina the oldest of three women and boss of our team. I rarely saw her smiling. "Now we know what to give you for your birthday," said Nadia. "All ears are pierced in this house." "What the hell?" I feel something dangling in my ears pulling my earlobes when I move my head. I raised my hands and felt that somehow Elena's earrings where attached to my ears. I tried to pull them off, but they refused to go. I saw Elena raising her smartphone to make a picture and I run to the bathroom, almost colliding with Igor coming out of it. "Nice earrings," I heard him say before I slum the door shut. The mirror reveals impossible - my face was framed by two dangling earrings. The earrings looked like a small ring with red rosebud attached to it with a tiny chain. I turned my ear around and saw a small lock. The lock was simple, but I was so agitated it took me at least a minute to open it. Finally, the earrings come out and I saw two holes in my earlobes. I came back and threw the earrings on the table. "You know guys, I have nothing against a good prank, but you are crossing the line here! How do I remove the holes? It looks permanent!" "None of us has anything to do with your piercing. It is not fresh, it looks like it was done years ago," Irina said not smiling. As usual, her face was looking serious and slightly concerned with something. Probably it was her conscious decision to look that way most of the time, she has to maintain her authority as a boss. "Stop making a scene, we leave for work in 10 minutes." I turned and walked back to my room, still sure that it was some kind of a prank. I threw myself on the bed trying to think about how it was possible and how they did it. I probably should install a camera in my room. It was time to go and I started to pack my backpack. My laptop, charger, notebook, iPad. I stopped, noticing something pink on the back of the iPad cover. My first thought was that I just soiled it with something, but then I recognized that it was writing. Something was written with pink crayons on the back of the cover. The handwriting looked like it belongs to a girl. I seat back on the bed, paralyzed with fear, not able to turn my gaze off the writing. Yesterday night's terror come rushing back to me. Yesterday something woke me up in a middle of the night; I sat on the bed, trying to understand what it was. It had been a long day yesterday and I should have been sleeping like a log. I heard the floorboards creak, it sounds like someone is walking close to me. "Nadia, is it you?" I asked trying to sound calm. When they said that this house is haunted and that several people refused to sleep in my room, I just laughed about it. "You know, your ghost may spook the girls, but it's got no chance against an engineer." It was all very funny for me yesterday. This part of the Tver region has very few hotels, and when a big paper processing plant was built, a hotel chain decided to move in. An old abandoned building was to be renovated and Izba Tree hotel to be built. Our team was responsible for finishing the design project before it would be presented to the customer. "Nadia, is it you?" I asked again hearing the floorboards creak somewhere very close to me. Nadia came a cfew days before me and she tried to warn me that the room was haunted and that many people heard someone walking there at night and that one man's hair turned white after spending just one night in the room. I dismissed it all as stupid superstition and rumors. Nadia is one of the designers and for some reason she was concerned about me. I smiled and tried to explain to her that in an old building like this one, the floorboards can be very dry, and they can creak loudly because of temperature changes during the night. "It is simple physics," I said with a smile, "nothing to do with the supernatural." I was so sure about it, I was so confident, yet there I was, sitting on my bed, frozen with fear. The floorboards started to creak right in front of the bed and I felt paralyzed with fear. My mind raced; should I try to grab my phone? But that would mean turning my back to whatever it is standing there in the dark. Trying to walk to the light switch was also unthinkable. I backed on the bed until I felt wall with my back and I hugged my legs. It was very dark and I wasn't able to see anything, but I felt that there was someone or something standing right in front of my bed and it makes hair on my arms to stand up. My breathing becomes shallow. Someone or something was getting close to me. My eyes were open swide in an attempt to see in the darkness, that they started to hurt. My heart skipped a bit when I felt that edge of my blanket start to move. Suddenly something came to me; as long forgotten dream, words formed in mymouth and I started to repeat them quietly. Home-elf, don't get me scared. Home-elf, don't get me scared. I'm a good child, let me sleep. Home-elf, we'll play tomorrow, let me sleep today, let me sleep. My great-grandmother taught me to repeat these words when I was small and afraid of the darkness. I repeated the words again and again, louder and louder; and suddenly my fear was gone. The dreadful feeling of someone standing in the darkness close to me just disappeared and I relaxed. Calm and sleepiness came over me and I closed my tired eyes. And I thought I heard a girl giggle in my room a moment before I fell asleep. Morning come and I forgot everything as a bad dream, but it all rushed back to me when I saw "I'm not a Home-elf, but let's play" written in pink crayons. "Denis, where are you?" I heard Irina shouting downstairs. "The bus arrived, we are waiting for you." "It is nothing but a prank," I told myself. "They pierced my ears and they wrote the words." I cleaned the cover with my hand, threw the tablet in my backpack and ran downstairs trying to calm myself down. ***** An old minibus was taking us to work, and, in spite of all the agitation, I was having hard time trying not to stare at Nadia's ample breasts. I felt like I'm falling in love with her. She was the youngest of three women. Her open friendly face, honey blond hair, and, above it all, big round breasts make my heart skip a bit every time I saw her. The old road was bumpy and I wasn't able to restrain myself from sneaking a look every time her breasts were bouncing up and down. I was going to ask Nadia to go to the city after work and have dinner with me somewhere, but I needed to find a moment when Irina was not around. The deadline was coming fast and we still had a lot of work to do. Irina was a tough boss. Dark haired, slim and always dressed very tastefully. I knew that Irina was a good person, but she was very tough about work. The working day was uneventful, but I got a remark from Irina that I was absent-minded. I was absent-minded indeed; I was daydreaming about Nadia and was thinking what to do with my room at the same time. ***** I came back prepared. I placed the toolbox on the table and took a good look at the room. The two-story wooden building was very old, maybe more than 100 years old. My room was at the corner on the second floor. The whole building was cleaned and fixed in haste before renting it out to us, but I was able to see remains of old wallpaper under fresh one, and it was pink. Pink? Did it belong to a girl many years ago? "Weird, but I'm not afraid!" I said aloud trying to reassure myself, opened the toolbox, and started to work. Two hours later everything was ready. A dim yellow lamp was facing the door - there will be no complete darkness any more. And if something moves in the room, a motion sensor would switch on a high intensity bulb and the room will be brightly lit. Satisfied and reassured with result of my work, I cleaned the room, collected the tools, and went downstairs to eat something. "Hi Elena, how you doing?" I said in a good mood. She muttered something under her breath instead of answering. She was alone in the kitchen, probably stress eating. "Hey, what's wrong?" Elena didn't say anything but jammed another sandwich in her mouth. "Don't be so stressed, we are a team, remember?" Elena stopped to chew the sandwich and closed her eyes. "It was my responsibility," she said and started to cry. "The lobby is totally wrong now! I spoiled everything! Irina will fire me." Not knowing what to do, I come close to her and touched her hand trying to calm her. She looked up at me with her teary eyes, stood and hugged me, crying hard. I remembered that Elena and Irina were having some harsh words during the lunch break, but I was too distracted to pay attention. I have worked with Elena for two years already but hugged her this way for the very first time. I tried to calm her saying that we will work together and will find a way, when a loud sound interrupted me. "It is from my room, I need to check it," I said breaking the hug and walked upstairs. The toolbox was open on the floor. Some of the instruments were scattered outside the box. It probably fell from the table, nothing to worry about, I was reasoning with myself. I collected the instruments and placed the box under the bed. The motion sensor was working all right and the room was brightly lit. There was nothing to worry about, a toolbox just felt from the table, it can happen; I yawned and decided to go to bed early. Sleep came as soon as my head hit the pillow. ***** I dreamt about being little again. I was about 7 or 8 years old spending my summer in the village with my grandmother. The village was small with very few children my age. There was Inga, a 9 year old girl, and we were summer friends. We were happy playing together, running to the river without permission, catching newts and frogs, and doing all the things children our age like to do. And Inga gave me my first kiss. This time we were walked together down the village's street. Some of the houses were abandoned, others used as summer houses for city dwellers. Inga stopped suddenly. "Do you want to know a secret?" she asked turning to me. "Yes." "Are you sure you want to know my secret? You are younger than me, you can be afraid." "I'm big, I'm schoolboy and I'm not afraid, tell me your secret!" I demanded trying to sound brave but feeling fear for some reason. Inga waved to me to follow her and we went to one of the abandoned buildings. I hesitated before going inside; the house was dark and I was afraid of the darkness. "Are you coming?" I heard Inga ask me and stepped inside. It was dark inside and I was frightened; I accepted Inga's hand when she took mine to lead me. We walked down a corridor with a dim light coming from a slightly ajar door at the end of it. Inga's hand was very cold and a feeling that something is very wrong was filling me. "Don't be afraid. You decided to learn my secret, remember?" Inga's voice also sounded as it is belonging to someone else. I was afraid and wanted to leave but followed her lead. We came to the partially open door and Inga opened it. The room looked familiar to me, but I didn't know where I had seen it before. Pink wallpaper, a big teddy bear on the bed. Inga led me to the corner of the room. "Here!" she exclaimed and we sat on the floor facing the corner. "This floorboard is easy to pry open." A screwdriver appeared in her hand and pried open one of the boards. The board was removed and some kind of opening underneath become visible. A few more boards were removed and a big jewelry box and a book appeared in the opening. "What is it? Who hid it?" I asked excited. "I hid it before they killed me," she said and I looked at her surprised, seeing that it is not Inga. The girl sitting next to me was very different, she was much older and bigger. The girl slowly turned her head to me. ***** I sat in my bed breathing hard; making the motion sensor switch the light on, and the bright light was blinding me. The door was open, but I remembered that I wasn't able to close it last night, the old door needed to be repaired. Probably the draft grew so strong it pushed the door wide open. "There nothing to worry about," I told myself aloud, "just a bad dream." I walked to the door, closed it, and put my shoes to it so the draft will not open it again. Walking back to the bed I froze; the toolbox was open and some of the tools scattered on the floor. "What the ..." I started to mutter, but then become frozen again and I felt hair on my arms stand up; one of the screwdrivers was in the corner of the room and one of the floorboards seemed to be pried open. I stood still long enough for the motion sensor to switch off the light. The darkness makes me move; I stepped to the corner. The reality repeated the dream. I was alone, but the opening beneath the floorboards, jewelry box and the book were real. I brought the box and the book to the table. The box revealed a large number of old-fashioned jewelry: earrings, brooches, and bracelets. Most of it looked rather simple, but one set of necklaces with rubies and matching earrings looked like it might have belonged to a royal family. The book fell on the floor with a loud bang; I bent down to pick it up and saw that the book was opened. Neat female handwriting was filling the pages. I started to read the page that was open. "20 July 1952 What a day! Father was away for the whole week this time. He returned late today and I think I spotted blood on his uniform. And he brought money and jewelry again, and not just jewelry! Mam said that they are rubies. I never saw anything like this before. I tried the necklace and it looked so good on me! I wanted to try the earrings too, but my ears weren't pierced. Mam was looking at me and she said, 'I will pierce you.' Just like that! She brought needles, threaded one, doubled the thread and tied a lot of knots in it. She threaded a second needle and knotted the thread. She wiped my ears with alcohol, took a piece of cork and brought it to my ear. I was afraid of the pain, and when I felt her press the needle I complained, 'It sticks. It'll hurt!' 'Well, then. Let's see the other ear first.' Mam goes to my left ear and I felt being stuck again. 'It'll hurt,' I complained again. But Mam said, 'Hush! It's all done.' And so it was! Mam pierced my ears! She said to pull one knot every day, and in a couple weeks I'll be able to wear any earrings I want!" "24 July 1952. I met with Sergey in the forest again, and we kissed. He touched my breasts and I let him do it. It was painful when he squeezed my nipples, but I was also so excited! I wish I had bigger breasts. Mam said that mine will grow with time, but I want them now, and I want Sergey to touch them. We were kissing with my back to a tree, he pressed himself tight against me. I felt him getting hard down there. But then, there was a sound of a branch snapping like someone stepped on it. Sergey jumped away from me and become pale all over. 'What is wrong?' I asked him, but he didn't answer, he just looked around frightened. 'Are you ok?' I asked again irritated. There I was, my back still to the tree, open for him to touch and kiss and he wasn't even looking at me. 'If he sees me touching you like this!' he muttered. 'I better go!' And he ran away leaving me like this. I felt like crying, but then I thought about my ears being healed soon. I will cadge Mam to give me a nice pair of earrings and will be wearing them all the time. He will see what a fool he is to treat me like this!" "26 July 1952. It is Saturday and we go to the marketplace as usual. Mam put on the rubies and they looked soooo good on her! I want to try these earrings as soon as I can. We walked the marketplace buying vegetables and people were looking at us. It was great, but then one old crazy women attacked us! She was screaming that the rubies are so red because the blood of innocent people are on it. She was screaming that it is cursed and that we should get rid of them. We returned home in tears." "30 July 1952. Mam said that I healed enough and gave me a pair of small gold earrings. They look good on me! I can't stop playing with them! Just can't wait for Friday evening. I will put on a new dress and earrings and will go to the dance. Everybody will see me!" "1 of August 1952. It was great to dance. All boys wanted to dance with me. But when it was over, nobody walked me home. Anna said this is because everybody is afraid of my father. Everybody knows that he is working for NKGB, she said. Stupid boys! I'm the most beautiful girl in our suburb! I will show them!" "Denis, where are you?" I heard someone scream downstairs. It was morning already and sunlight was purring through the window. Should I tell everybody about my find? I thought. I imagined the reaction, Elena would be excited to try the rubies, she likes the color. But then, the image of Elena trying the rubies repulsed me. Impulsively I closed the box, I closed the diary and hid it all under the table just in time before Irina knocked and come into my room. "Denis, why didn't you come down for breakfast?" "I ... I just didn't feel like breakfast today." "You look pale, are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm ok, just didn't sleep much last night." "Go, drink some coffee. You know we need to finish the project this week!" On the ride to work I was looking at Igor. I wondered how he managed to dress like he totally didn't care and look stylish at the same time. I once tried to wear stubble and long hair, but it looked like shit on me. I touched my chin realizing that I forgot to shave this morning, but it seems to be ok. Igor and I were busy remeasuring the dimensions of the lobby of the old building and the girls were adjusting the project accordingly. Our project included VR of the future hotel. The customer will be able to walk the old building and see how it is going to look when renovated. My job was simple this day, I was moving support with camera following the commands of Igor and Elena. It was simple, but I got a few remarks about being absent-minded again. When we stopped for lunch, Igor came to me. "Have you been smoking weed all night?" he said with a smirk. "No, why?" "You look pale, your eyes are red and you look like you're sleeping all the time. I've nothing against it," he winked at me, "but it is 4 days to the deadline and Irina is getting nervous. You better not overdo it, ok?" "Ok, no problem," I answered not sure what else I can say. "I will go to bed early today, promise." We ate pizza delivered from the city. All three women were discussing some issue related to color of the tiles. As I understood, it was desire of the customer to use natural stone for the lobby floor, but their supplier was warning that it may come in different shade. The girls were finding this question very important, but it was boring for me. I took out my iPad to surf the net. I stared at the words "Try the rubies" written in pink crayon on the iPad cover. Something was happening inside of me. Part of my mind was screaming to me to never step inside the room again. I was telling myself that I should find the relatives of the owners and inform them about the box. But another part of me was wondering what it would be like to try the jewelry. Finally, I decided that I should try to locate the owner or relatives of the owner and give them the box, but to do it I should come back and read the diary to find what was the girl's name. "Denis, why you are not eating? Are you ok?" "I'm ok, just ... just a little bit tired," I said and looked at my slice of pizza, feeling that I lost my appetite completely. "I don't like how you look, please get yourself together. We've got only four days to go!" Irina was looking at me sternly. "I'm ok, just give me some coffee." I tried my best to concentrate on the work, but I wasn't able to get the diary and the jewelry box out of my mind. And I started to scratch my chest, my nipples had become irritated for some reason. I noticed that Elena and Nadia were looking at me and whispering to each other when they thought I wasn't looking. Irina asked me to leave early and get some rest. "Go to bed early today, I need you to be fresh and focused tomorrow." ***** I opened the door, went inside the house and ran all the way to my room. The door to my room was wide open. Desk lamp switched on and the diary was lying open on the table. Rubies jewelry was lying there besides the book. I sat down at the table hypnotized by the red glow of the rubies. Slowly I reached out and touched the stones; I felt the coldness of the stones and it sent shivers down my span. Words in the diary also caughth my attention and I began to read the open page. "21 October 1952. Mam was arguing with Father a lot yesterday. They sent me to bed, but I heari them screaming at each other downstairs for many hours. Today Mam brought me her new jewelry box and asked me to hide it. She said she didn't want to wear the jewelry Father brought from work. She will wear only her old jewelry she got when Father was just a soldier. It all rather strange, but I'm happy the jewelry will be hidden in my room. I was sneaking into the bedroom to try the rubies and now I can do it any time I want. I can't get enough of the jewelry. Even just doing my homework feels better when I'm wearing it. I only wish my breasts were bigger, so the stones would be lying on top of them." "23 October 1952. Sergey is still afraid of my father, but when we are alone he can't keephis hands off me. Sergey said that he got condoms and that we can try real sex. But I'm also afraid now. I like Sergey; when I touch his muscles I become wet. And I like him to touch me. But what if the condom tears? And Anna said to me that the first time is very painful." I heard a sound; strong draft slams the door shut. I turned my head and felt something pulling my ears. The earings dangled attached to my ears. I didn't remember when or how I put them in, but somehow it felt right. I put the necklace around my neck also and closed the clasp. The draft has turned a few pages of the diary and I continued to read from the open page. "20 December 1952. I was asking Mam to allow me to wear the jewelry and get me a new matching dress for the New Year party at school. Mam said there no way I will be wearing the damned jewelry. But Father overheard us and said that I can wear whatever I want and that he will get me a new dress in Moscow. Mam didn't say anything, I think she is afraid to argue with Father now. Father is getting mad more and more often. And he is drinking a lot. At work they made him a bigger boss, but it didn't make him happy. Sergey is asking me for sex every time we are alone. I'm still saying no, but I want it so badly myself!" "29 December 1952. Tomorrow is a big day! I will come to the party in the new dress and I will be wearing the rubies! It is not a long walk, but my Father's driver will take me to the school. It will be like in a movie. I just can't wait for tomorrow to begin!" "Awful! It was the worst day in my life!!! I was looking so good in this new dress, everything was so good. Sergey asked me to go outside. He took my hand and led me to the school gym. He got keys and opened the door. I knew what is going to happen but followed him. This time I wasn't able to say no and he was very quick to lay me on the wrestling mat. I saw him so often beating all others boys there, he is our wrestling champion. I fantasized about his strong body when I saw him wrestle. He penetrated me quickly and I felt awful pain. Suddenly I lost all my desire. It downed on me, I'm special, I'm wearing such precious stones and this son of a peasant is having his way with me on a dirty mat. I screamed at him to stop, but he didn't, he continued and I felt pain each time he pushed in me. Finally, he stopped and let me go and I ran crying all the way back home. Father saw me and understood everything. He just asked 'Who?' I said that it was Sergey and he ran out of house. A few hours later, when I had calmed down already, Father returned. The pain was gone and I was remembering that Anna told me that it is only first time when it is so painful. I also understood I shouldn't have gone with Sergey when he was drunk. I was going to say something to Father, but he marched directly to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of vodka and gulped from the throat. Than he went to his desk, took the phone and called someone. 'This is Alferov, I need a clean up ...' He stopped talking and looked at me. "You! Go to you room!" I ran to my room and closed the door." ***** I heard voices downstairs and somebody walked to my room. With an effort I stopped reading and switched the light off. "It is dark, he is sleeping," I heard somebody whisper and walked away from the door. I was sitting in the dark wondering what was going on. I felt totally captivated by the girl's story; a big part of me wanted nothing else but to switch the light on again and read the diary all night. With a sigh I forced my hands off the diary, took my clothes off and tossed myself on to the bed. Pulling at my ears reminded me to remove the earrings. I took them off and placed them carefully under the bed. Sleep came a second later; my last thought was that I forgot to remove the necklace. ***** I was dreaming again. I was a kid and we were playing with Inga. We've been good friends and liked to play with each other, but sometimes she liked to play something that was too girlie for my liking. "Let's play house," Inga said enthusiastically. "You know I don't like this game. This is for little girls," I complained. "But I like it, and I promise, we will play your game later. But now you will be my daughter and I will name you Anna. Let's go to my room Anna and I will dress you up." I was about to start arguing when she grabbed my hand and pulled me to go. I saw Inga become older suddenly, her face changed and her hair turned dark. "Now, Anna, be a good girl and listen to your mom," she said pulling me inside her house. Her room looked different, it was bigger and the wallpaper was pink. Quickly she put me in a dress and started to brush my hair. And with each stroke of the brush my hair was becoming longer. "You are a good girl Anna, so obedient! I have a special present for you." She opened her hand and showed me big earrings with red stones. She put the earrings in my ears and I felt their weight pulling my earlobes. She continued to brush my hair. "You were right, playing house is for small girls. But right now, you are nothing but a small girl. I will make you into a copy of me and then we will trade places. There is no way out of it now." I wanted to argue, I wanted to take the dress off, but instead I closed my eyes and started to cry feeling helpless. The scenery of the dream changed. It was winter and it was cold to stand outside. Someone was pulling my hand to go somewhere. The hand was reassuringly strong and warm and its touch sent shivers down my spine. I felt hot between my legs. "Let's go Anna, I know you want it as bad as me!" a deep voice whispered in my ear. I knew that I shouldn't go, but my legs were moving. One step, another step, a door was opened and we were stepping inside. The strong hands had lifted me in the air; he carried me as a small child. He laid me down, the hem of my dress was up, the panties flew away. All my body shivers with anticipation feeling him getting close to me. Suddenly, I felt sharp pain between my legs. ***** I sat in my bed breathing hard. These dreams are so weird, but they are also so real. Did Inga dress me up as a girl? I felt confused. A movement drew my attention to the window. A black raven was sitting there looking at me. Its gaze made me feel uncomfortable. "Go away!" I screamed, but the creature was sitting there and studying me silently. I stood up and started to approach the window. Only then did the raven spread its wings and flew away with a cry. The open diary on the table beckoned me to sit and read again. "3 January 1953. Mam didn't feel well and she asked me to go to the marketplace alone. I was buying everything she told me to buy when I noticed that a woman was following me. I walked home and the women followed me. I walked faster, almost ran, and she walked faster. When I saw our home I slowed down, Father was home and I felt safe. I turned to face the woman and asked what she wanteed. To my horror I recognized that it was Sergey's mother. She came close to me. 'I want my son back, that is what I want.' Suddenly I became mad, something came over me. 'Go to hell with your son, old bitch!' I screamed. 'The dirty bastard should have stopped when I told him so!' The woman's face changed and she stood silent for a moment. Then she grabbed my fur collar and forced it open revealing the ruby necklace I was wearing all the time now. 'I see," she said, "the damned stones are making you mad. So be cursed! Your father is so powerful but let's see what he will do against a curse.' She spat on the necklace before letting me go." I felt totally captivated by the diary, but a strong itch made me stop reading. Lifting my shirt revealed swelling behind my nipples. It all was strange: the diary, the dreams, the swelling, the earrings that keep reappearing in my ears, but above it all the calm feeling of being constantly half asleep. I removed the earrings, put a sweater on and walked out to the street, hoping that the fresh air would help to clear my mind. It was early morning and it was still dark outside. The air was clean and cold. There was nothing to worry about, I told myself. I learned the family name, Alferof; it should be easy to find relatives of the family. I will give all the jewelry to the proper owner and go my way peacefully. Thinking this way, I was standing there with my eyes shut, feeling the morning's sunshine on my face. Suddenly I heard steps besides me. "Burn it! Burn it all and bury the ash!" cried an old woman getting close to me. "Fool! don't touch the stones! Burn them and bury them at her grave!" The old woman continued to approach me and she was crying angrily at me. I became afraid, she was going to hit me with her stick and I started to step backward. "Fool! She is getting back through you! Destroy the stones while there's still time!" She cried again with her crusty voice. I ran back and slam the door shut behind me. "She was just a crazy old woman," I told myself, "there is nothing to worry about." I walked to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. "Morning Denis, how are you?" Irina asked me. "I'm ok," I answered turning to her. Irina looked strange at me. "You look pale! How do you feel?" "Ok, just tired a little bit." "You know what? You stay here today and check the project on your computer, you know the building, contact us if you find mistakes." I nodded and noticed Elena and Nadia coming to the kitchen still in their pajamas. "Coffee! We need some coffee," exclaimed Nadia. "Denis! How are you? What is it with your hair?" "I'm ok," I muttered, grabbed my coffee, and walked to my room, hearing Elena whispering something behind my back. I opened my laptop and connected to the Internet. I tried to google "Tver Anna Alferov" and got too many results for my liking. I tried different combinations with the same result. Wait! I stopped myself, why had I decided that the girl's first name was Anna? How did I know? Pieces of the dream come back to me. "Let's go Anna, I know you want it as bad as me!" a hot whisper was in my ear, strong hands touching my body... The memory of last night's dreams makes me shudder. What can be the meaning of such a dream? Never before have I dreamed about having sex with a man. It can be nothing else but the impression I got from reading the diary. I better find the real name of the girl and get rid of it as soon as possible. I just need to read ia little bit more to find the girl's full name, I thought to myself. I nodded in agreement with the thought, touched the earrings in my ears and scratched my puffy chest. ***** To be continued?