"A Terrible Story" by Evgeny Charushin
The boys Shura and Petya were left alone. They lived in a dacha - near the forest, in a small house. That evening, dad and mom went to visit.
When it got dark, Shura and Petya washed themselves, undressed themselves and went to bed in their beds. They lie and are silent. There is no father or mother.
It's dark in the room. And in the darkness someone is crawling along the wall - rustling ...
Shura and says from his bed:
- I'm not scared at all.
“I’m not at all scared either,” Petya answers from the other bed.
“We are not afraid of thieves,” says Shura.
“We are not afraid of cannibals either,” Petya answers.
“And we are not afraid of tigers,” Shura says.
“They won’t come here,” Petya answers.
And just as Shura wanted to say that he was not afraid of crocodiles, when suddenly they heard... outside the door, in the hallway, someone stamped their feet softly on the floor: thump... thump... thump... thump... thump... thump...
How Petya will rush to Shura on the bed!
They covered their heads with a blanket, pressed against each other. They lie quietly so that no one can hear them.
“Don’t breathe,” Shura says to Petya.
- I'm not breathing.
Top ... top ... slap ... slap ... top ... top ... slap ... slap ... And through the blanket you can still hear someone walking and stomping outside the door.
But then Mom and Dad came. They opened the doors, entered the house, turned on the light. Petya and Shura told them everything.
Then mom and dad lit another lamp and began to look around all the rooms, in all corners. There is no one. And suddenly, along the wall, someone runs into a corner ... He ran and curled up in a corner in a ball. Look - yes it's a hedgehog! He is right, he climbed into the house from the forest.
They wanted to pick him up, but he twitches and pricks with thorns. Then they rolled him up in a hat and took him to the closet. They gave me milk in a saucer and a piece of meat. And then everyone fell asleep.
This hedgehog lived with the guys in the country all summer.
He then puffed and stamped his feet at night, but no one was afraid of him anymore.
Plan of the story "Scary story"
In the course of literature of the 2nd grade, it is proposed to draw up a plan for the story of Yevgeny Charushin “A terrible story”. We bring to your attention such a plan. We hope it will help you to complete this task.
- Shura and Petya were left alone.
- Someone rustled in the passage.
- Petya and Shura realized that the hedgehog was rustling.
- The hedgehog stayed with the guys.
4 scariest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray as for the first time!
Remember, we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, in which a familiar story took on the outlines of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King's.
We recalled four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!
black curtains
One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl's mother to her and said:
Do what you want with my room, but do not hang black curtains there.
They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.
But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on one old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set it on fire, they drew lots with matches, and it fell out to set fire to the girl. So she set fire to the tire, and from there the smoke will go right into her eyes. Painfully! She screamed, the guys got scared for her and dragged her to the hospital by the hands. But she doesn't see anything.
At the hospital, she was told that it was a miracle that her eyes had not burned out, and they prescribed a regimen - to sit at home with her eyes closed and that the room was always dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!
Then mother began to look for dark curtains in the girl's room. I searched and searched, but there are no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There is nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung the girl in the room.
The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down with her homework to write at the table. She sits and feels something touch her elbow. She shook, looked, but there was nothing but curtains next to her elbow. And so several times.
The next day, she feels that something is touching her shoulders. He jumps up, but there is nothing around, only the curtains hang nearby.
On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. Sitting, writing lessons, and something touches her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.
Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.
Mom says:
You can't be such a coward! Look, I will sit at your table all night while you sleep, so that you know that there is nothing to worry about.
In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.
Then the girl went to the kitchen, took the matches, returned to the bedroom and set fire to the black curtains. They were burned, but her eyes bled out.
Sister
One girl's father died, and her mother was very poor, did not work and did not know how, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to the old grandmother's house in the village, the grandmother had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned up there for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl was far from going to school, and she was given such a certificate that she studies at home, and only goes to school in the regional center by the end of the quarter, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also in the district center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.
He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as much as usual, for such a long time the child was not born. Then my mother apparently went to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was exhausted: she was scared at home alone, it was black in the windows, the electricity was intermittent, there were snowdrifts up to the very windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and the mother's voice called out to the girl. The girl opened the door and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. In the iron stove, the girl made a fire, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and seated her mother in an old armchair, and then went to see the child.
I unfolded it slowly, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There is another girl there, three or four years old, her face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.
Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and the mother says:
All babies are ugly at first. When your sister grows up, everything will be all right. Give it to me.
She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breasts, as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl cunningly and viciously.
And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya is the one without arms and legs.
And this Olya herself ran and jumped very well, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she managed, like a caterpillar, to put herself upright and with her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull on herself. There was no rescue from her. She overturned, gnawed, spoiled everything, and her mother ordered Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because her mother was now all the time ill, she was sick and even slept strangely, with her eyes open, as if she was just lying in a swoon. Now Nastya cooked for herself, and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had some kind of her own diet for nursing. Life has become absolutely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty trick Olya, then her mother sent her either for firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and the whole evening solving and solving problems and writing exercises, and she also taught all kinds of physics so as to retell everything, not stuttering over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she fed Olya all the time or rested between feedings, because the nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and Olya was washed too, and Olya writhed and laughed disgustingly, it was still a pleasure to wash her from poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.
So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was covered in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms directly without chandeliers were blinking all the time and were very dim.
Suddenly, Nastya began to notice that someone was coming up to her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and if the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and this was Olya standing by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels .
Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:
Who asked you to watch when you don't have to? Now I will bite off your fingers. Finger per night. And then I'll eat my hands. And so my hands will grow.
And she immediately bit off Nastya's little finger on her hand, and blood poured out from there. Nastya lay as if in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom still sleeps, and Olya laughs and jumps.
Okay, - said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.
And lay down as if to sleep. And even fell asleep.
And in the morning Olya crap one's pants again, and mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because it was already impossible to reach the woodpile because of the snowdrifts, and also to the well, Nastya took water directly from the snow for a bath, scooped up snow with a bucket and warmed it up on the stove. The wound from the bitten off finger was very painful, but Nastya did not say anything to her mother. She took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bath, which they found in the attic when they moved. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya parted, fought terribly, bit Nastya's hands, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness, because a lot of blood flowed from the bites.
During the night, the house was covered with snow so that the neighbor was frightened and called rescuers. They came and dug up the house, and found inside a girl in a swoon, with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms and legs.
Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute, she spoke with her mother with her hands.
The girl who played the piano
One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a hall, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the hall there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished cherrywood looks like? It is dark red and glistens like blood.
The piano was very necessary, because the girl went to learn to play the piano in the house of culture.
And something strange happened to the girl in the new apartment. She began to play this piano at night, although she did not like it very much before. It played softly, but audibly.
At first, her parents did not scold her, they thought she would play enough and stop, but the girl did not stop.
They enter the hall, she is standing near the piano, she is playing notes on the piano, and she is looking at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.
Then they began to close the piano with a key.
But the girl does not understand how every night she still opened the piano and played it.
They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.
They began to lock her bedroom. And she does not know how to get out and play again.
Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give me an honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she is silent again. They sent me to boarding school.
And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad at night.
They began to look for someone who could strangle them, asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told.
She didn't play the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to flip notes while they played the piano. And she didn't tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe anyway.
Then the investigator says to her:
I believe you.
Because a pianist used to live in this apartment. He was arrested for wanting to poison the government. When they were arrested, he began to ask that they not beat his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took the shovel from the janitor and chopped off both hands. And from this the pianist died.
And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl's dad.
Wrong girl
In the class, a girl named Katya has a new teacher. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much, because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, then the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And already all the students in the girl's class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.
Once, the mother sent the girl to bring some purchases to the teacher home, which he asked to do. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:
Sit quietly here and don't go to the basement.
And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.
The girl drank tea, but the teacher does not come. She began to wander around the rooms, look at the photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly get off the ring and sit in the kitchen, as if nothing had happened.
She went down to the basement, looks around, and there are basins of blood all around. In some lies the intestines, in others the liver, in the third the brains, in the fourth - the eyes. And looks, after all, human eyes! She was frightened and how she would scream!
Then the teacher entered the basement with a large knife. looked and said:
You are a bad, worthless, wrong Katya.
He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.
From this hair I will make good, correct Kate's hair. And now I need your skin. I'll put the glass eyes in the right Katya, which your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.
And the knife raised again.
Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stands at the stairs and laughs:
There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to peel off your skin.
Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. Went straight for him. It goes and everything is shaking, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead of her.
And the teacher laughs and shows the knife.
Then the girl suddenly tore off the beads from her neck, which her grandmother also gave, and how she threw the teacher in the face! Right in the eyes and in the mouth! The teacher recoiled, his eyes were filled with blood and did not see anything. He tried to throw himself at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled away, he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she got out of the basement and ran to the police.
The teachers were then shot. In another city where he used to work, he replaced the whole school with walking dolls.
hungry doll
One girl with mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the room, which is for children, there was a doll nailed to the wall with nails. Dad tried to pull out the nails, but he couldn't. Left it like that.
So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves its head, opens its eyes, looks at the girl and says in a terrible voice:
Give me some red food!
The girl was frightened, and the doll says it in a bass voice again and again.
Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came and poured it into the doll's mouth. And the doll calmed down.
The next night it's the same again. And to the next one. So the girl gave her blood to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.
And on the seventh day, the doll drank the blood and said in her terrible voice:
Listen, crazy, do you have any jam at home at all?
Stories told by Lilith Mazikina
Illustrations: Shutterstock
Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable...
"Was it or not?" - real life story
I would never have believed in something like this if I myself had not encountered this “similar” ....
I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in her sleep. So loud that we comforted her with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell a dream - my mother said that she was not ready.
We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. Mom didn't "resist" this time.
From her I heard this: “I was lying on the couch. Dad slept next to me. He suddenly woke up and said that he was very cold. I went to your room to ask you to close the window (you have a habit of keeping it open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And I felt like I was healing. It was only then that I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the sofa, next to your dad, sat your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young to me. I always dreamed that she dreamed of me. But at that moment I was not happy with our meeting. Grandmother sat silently. And I screamed that I did not want to die yet. She flew up to dad from the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into the room until I wash myself with holy water.”
I still get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mother's story. Maybe grandma got bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery?.. Ah, if it weren’t for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to her every week!
“Don’t go walking around the cemetery at night!”
Oh, and it was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university .... The guy called me and asked if I would like to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I want to! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if you are tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: “Let’s go to the cemetery and stagger ?!”. I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.
Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. I didn't care, to be honest, what I would wear. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!
We have gathered. They left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. We were there in fifteen minutes. I hesitated for a long time, did not get out of the car. My love helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the cabin.
Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold "went" from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very insistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my "second half" did not believe in intuition and in its existence.
We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I got really scared, I offered to return. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from a famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The lump in my throat prevented me from doing so. I pulled my hand out of his. But I saw that everything with his body was in order, that he had become the same. But I couldn't imagine it! I clearly saw that the body of the beloved was covered with "transparency".
I can't say exactly how much time passed, but we went home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and series of the "creepy" genre!
I got so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. Summer, can you imagine? I don't represent myself... We drove off. And when the cemetery is over.... I saw again how for a moment Misha became invisible and transparent!
After a few seconds, he again became normal and familiar. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would go the other way. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, maybe! But I did not persuade him to go the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding somehow. I chalked it up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck ran into us.
I woke up in the hospital. I don't know how long I lay there. The worst thing is that Mishenka died! And my intuition warned me! She gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn as Misha?!
He was buried in that Sami cemetery…. I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.
Since then, I haven't dated anyone. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.
Continuation of scary stories
"Scary secrets of a small house"
300 miles from home... It was there that the inheritance in the form of a small house stood and waited for me. I've been meaning to look at it for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. Opened the door. The castle jammed as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I still got through the lock. Went in to the sound of a creak. It was creepy, but I got over it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone - alone.
I did not like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It's good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in order.
After ten minutes of my stay in the house, I heard some kind of noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window - saw the curtains shaking. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I again saw how the curtains “flickered”. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table, I found a yellowed note. In it was written this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! I sold this house and never came close to it again. I do not want to remember all this horror.
1. She asked why I was breathing so hard.It wasn't me.
2. I cannot move, breathe, speak or hear. If I knew how lonely I would be, I would choosecremation.
3 . The longer I wore it, the more it grew into me. She had such beautiful skin.
4 . I woke up hearing a knock on the glass. At first I thought it was a window until I heard it againcomes out of the mirror.
5. My daughterdidn't stop crying and screamingat night. I go to her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help.
Scary stories for the night
6. I let my little daughter sleep with me at night. I like to cuddle up to her, despite the causticthe smell of rotting flesh.
7. Lights flickered. I covered myself with a pillow so that this timedon't hear the screams.
8. I'm not afraid of the cemetery. This is the only place whereghosts don't haunt me.
9. The problem with getting out is that your parents don't have the slightest idea where to look for you. At the time, when they find this cage, you will no longer be alive..
10. I hear my son screaming and hurry upstairs to put him back to sleep. He does not believe me when I say that everything is in order, probably because he sees a creature thatfollowed me to his room.
Very scary stories
11. You hear your mother calling you into the kitchen. As you walk down the stairs, you hear a whisper from the closet: "Don't go there, dear,I heard it too".
12. It worries me thatI may have gone crazy. I have hallucinations. I saw a man's skin torn and drooped, and then peeled off his body. I watched as what was left fell out from inside. I saw him meet my eyes and grin.
I'm worried that I may have gone crazy. But I'm even more worried that I , Maybe, didn't go crazy.
13. I pulled the trigger and saw my brain splatter against the wall. I did it yesterday.Why am I not dyingand why can't I stop?
14 . I grew up with cats and dogs and got used to scratching sounds at the door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it has becomeanxious.
15. I had a pleasant dream when hard knocks woke me up. After that, I could only hear the muffled sounds of the earth falling on the grave through my screams.
Scary Halloween Stories
16. I never fall asleep butkeep waking up.
17. I always thought my cat had vision problems. It was as if her gaze was fixed on my face. Until one day I realized that she alwayslooks right through me.
18. I have a photo of me sleeping on my phone. II live alone.
19. The last thing I saw was the alarm flashing 12:07 before she ran her decaying nails over my chest while her other hand drowned out my screams. I jumped up, breathing a sigh of relief that it was only a dream, but when the alarm clock showed 12:06, I heardcloset door creaked.
20. I began to put him to bed, and he says to me: "Daddy check under my bed for monsters". I looked under the bed and I see him, another "him", under the bed, he looks at me, trembles and whispers: "Daddy, there is someone on my bed."
In the second grade, in the literature lesson, students in the Perspective program are invited to write a review about the works covered in the section on animals. One of these works is Charushin's story "A Terrible Story". The plan, frankly, is terrible, but what to do, you need to adapt. The task is quite difficult even for some parents, let alone children. We give an example of a review, as well as some recommendations for writing it, and you will already paraphrase a little for yourself so that classmates do not have repetitions, all of a sudden they took a review from our page :-)
You need to start by indicating the author of the work and then you need to name the work itself, on which you write a review. But it should not look like: Charushin. Scary story. You need to write in detail: I would like to leave my review about the product ... or My review is about the product ...
The review should not contain too generalizing words. For example, if you write "this story is interesting", the teacher will not be very pleased.
An example of a review about the work of Charushin A terrible story
I want to write a review about the work of Evgeny Charushin "A terrible story". The main characters of this story are the boys Shura and Petya. They are independent and believe that they are brave. The proverb “Fear has big eyes” fits the story. He teaches that there is no need to be afraid. I liked the story because it's not really scary, and it has a funny ending. The boys went to bed and heard the clatter. They got scared. In the middle of the story, it becomes a little scary because the author does not write who is stomping around the room. At that moment, I thought it was actually some kind of thieves. But parents came and turned on the light. Suddenly someone slipped in and hid in a corner. Look, it's a hedgehog.
We are wondering who else wrote and how the teacher reacted? Write your feedback in the comments.
