In the dark,
The shapes disappear into the darkness.
I'm looking for lips with my lips,
I just understand that they are not the same...
(“In the dark”, gr. “My leg was cramped”)
The tractor bucket trembled for the last time and froze, carrying away a layer of dug up earth. And immediately the workers, who had been standing so calmly and watching the digging process, began to make noise and talk excitedly. Something caught their attention there, at the bottom of the newly dug hole.
I threw away the cigarette and also climbed forward. I saw some bones that clearly belonged to a person, surrounded by half-decayed rags and shards. But before the work had time to slow down, an angry shout was heard from behind them:
- So, why did you stop? Who allowed it?!
Oral Pyotr Belsky, our chief engineer. His eternally red, weather-beaten face with small, fat-swollen, piggy eyes expressed an extreme degree of displeasure. And the stiff brush of mustache under his nose (I also call such a mustache a “driver’s mustache”) bristled indignantly.
- Pyotr Stepanych, there are someone’s remains there! - someone timidly objected. I think Boris is our mechanic. The engineer carefully walked closer to the edge of the pit, looked into it and grimaced contemptuously:
“I knew it, these weren’t remains.” Just old bones! The horse must have died...
- But, Pyotr Stepanych, look, the skull looks like a human one. - the mechanic did not let up. - Yes, and these rags...
- And I’m telling you - horsey! - the chief engineer stubbornly yelled, pointing his finger towards the pit. - Why, I can’t tell a horse from a person, or what?...
- Suddenly a grave, you never know?...
- Women's beliefs. - he waved it off. And he yelled, turning to the workers. - They wanted to stay without a bonus, parasites?! Should I tell the director that the entire office has to sit without water for the second day because you were afraid of some bones there?
- In short, lay the pipes, throw away the bones! - he commanded. And without waiting for an answer, he walked away.
“This is not Christian…” muttered someone’s voice in the crowd.
- Yeah, now expect trouble! - the other one sadly agreed with him.
However, there were no brave souls to argue with the bossy tyrant. People sadly reached out to carry out the given orders. Everyone knew what kind of hand the engineer had. And the character is even harder. It will rot and not choke...
...I'm a security guard, and my name is Maxim. I am 22 years old and I work in a company engaged in laying communications. And, like that same decent shoemaker from the proverb, two days ago our company was left “without boots.” That is, without running water. Old pipes laid underground had leaked somewhere and now a muddy brown slurry was flowing from the tap instead of water. Naturally, all this did not arouse enthusiasm among the authorities at all, and therefore it was decided to find and eliminate the place of the rupture. So it turned out that today we had to dig a hole with a tractor. And at the bottom there was an unexpected surprise in the form of bones...
The workers fiddled around for half a day, but did everything as needed - they removed the old pipe, pitted and pockmarked with rust, and laid a new one, sparkling blue. They were just afraid to do anything with the bones, so they left everything as it was. Reasonably reasoning that it is unlikely that their stay there could seriously harm anything.
Evening has come. There was no time left to dig the hole, so it was decided to postpone this task to the next day. At five o’clock, as expected, the workers began to go home, and by six the last people left the “office” building. But not the director. He worked late and only at the beginning of eight o'clock his Toyota started the engine and, with its headlights flashing, drove out of the gate.
Having closed them, I thought, looking at the yard. Usually the departure of the authorities meant the happiest moment. This was a certain milestone, after which you can allow yourself to relax somewhat and feel like the owner of all the property entrusted to your care. However, today was not the case. There was some kind of anxiety in the air. The yard seemed deserted, as if the people from it had not gone home until morning, but had fled, sensing the onset of a thunderstorm or great trouble. Having sadly spent the last ray of the setting sun, I pulled on my uniform cap and moved around.
...Our enterprise is very small, and therefore the buildings that are included in it are also few. An administrative building on two floors, a security guard near the gate intended for the passage of guests and cars, several heated garages where a shed is arranged for workers and equipment is stored. The courtyard was a square area twenty meters across, rolled into asphalt, at the far end of which there was a warehouse in the form of a hangar. That's all the farming...
I also have too many responsibilities in it: to ensure that after the management leaves, all the offices in the administrative building are closed, the lights are not on, and the windows on the windows (in case of sudden rain) are also tightly closed. For these purposes, the security was given keys to all the offices, a bunch of which were now weighing down my jacket pocket.
Having walked around the first floor, I concluded that everything was in perfect order. Then he went up the stairs to another and entered a corridor, along which there were closed office doors on both sides. And he immediately discovered that the first door on the left was slightly open. There was a toilet there.
Approaching it, I closed it and moved on, thinking about my own thoughts. But he didn’t have time to take a few steps when he heard a sharp bang and, following it, the creak of the door opening. Looking back, I saw that the door to the toilet was open again. Feeling a slight chill run down my spine, I walked up to it and looked inside.
White walls, mirrors that reflected my face. Peace and order reigned there. Snorting at my own fright, I closed the door. But to prevent this from happening again, this time he locked it with a key. As they say, out of harm's way. He put the bundle back in his pocket and walked away, whistling.
During my rounds, I didn’t notice anything else remarkable, and therefore, with a calm soul, I went to the guardhouse, where I turned on the TV. In fact, once every two hours I was supposed to go outside and walk around the asphalt patch of the yard. But today the football team I was rooting for had an important match ahead of them, so I decided that it would be okay if I missed a couple of them and did not interrupt the enjoyment of the match. Moreover, given my salary, this should have been fair.
The match turned out to be extremely lousy, to say the least. The football players kicked the ball around the field with the speed of wounded turtles and, it seemed, with their own enthusiasm. I had to get up early for work today, and quite a lot of time had passed since the morning. So it’s not surprising that my head was leaning more and more often on my chest, and my mouth was opening in an energetic yawn. Finally, sleep completely overcame me...
I don’t know how long I slept, but the howling coming from outside woke me up. In the yard, someone was howling protractedly, and so sadly, as if this living creature was on its deathbed. There was a hiss coming from the TV: the programs had long ended and gray bars of interference were crawling across the screen. Cursing, I pulled the plug out of the socket, put a cigarette in my teeth and went outside to look at the source of the sound.
Night fell, but the full moon that had rolled into the sky was blocked by clouds, giving very little light. On the asphalt patch of the courtyard stood Laima, our dog, a cross between a shepherd and a greyhound. While still small, she clung to us and the workers (and security) fed her out of pity. Only the chief engineer disliked her. He literally hated dogs, as well as other living creatures. He has already called shooting specialists several times. But every time the workers hid Laima and the “execution team” had to leave with nothing.
And now the dog stood two steps away from me and howled in the twilight, addressing the administrative building. A terrible, dying howl.
- Laima, what are you doing? - I called out to her. She looked back at me. The animal's eyes were wide and her body was shaking. Without taking her eyes off me, she raised her head to the heavens and howled even more desperately, even more furiously.
- Why are you fooling around? Well, get out of here! - I hissed at her, fearing that the residents of the surrounding houses might hear this howl and begin to complain to the chief engineer the next morning. Lima looked at me again, this time, it seemed to me, with a reproachful look. And then she crawled under the gate and ran down the street, without stopping the “concert.”
- What a fool! - I thought, looking at the dog with a dissatisfied look. Then he lit a cigarette forgotten in his teeth and, blowing out the smoke, tried to relax. It’s strange, my nerves were stretched like strings.
And then I forgot about everything. Because I saw something more remarkable. Namely: there was a light on in the window of the director’s office on the second floor. It looked very distinct against the background of the dark building. When leaving, the owner of the office must have forgotten to turn off the lamps, but I did not notice this during my evening rounds.
Cursing my own sloppiness and remembering the sayings about a bad head that gives no rest to my legs, I went to the gatehouse to get the keys and a powerful flashlight...
The administrative building greeted me with silence and darkness. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked down a long corridor, hearing the echo of the soles of my own shoes reflecting off the concrete slabs of the floor, ceiling and walls. The pale circle of the lantern seemed helpless and pitiful to me in this Kingdom of Darkness...
And here is the director's door. Strangely, no light came out from under it, which, of course, could be expected if it had actually remained on. I jingled a bunch of keys and found the one I needed. But he immediately stopped, wondering: what if the light was on for a reason and then disappeared? What if thieves took advantage of my temporary lapse in vigilance and broke into the building? And, hearing footsteps, they sat down in the office, waiting for me to open the door a crack so they could rush in with a knife at the ready?
My throat was dry and my palms were sweaty. And now what i can do? To call the police? What if there is no one there? And I just imagined the light? And then I’ll spend half the night listening to obscene language and anecdotes about overly vigilant and nervous guards who harass law enforcement officers for any reason?
"Come what may", I decided and, exhaling, inserted the key into the keyhole. Then he turned it and opened the door, pulling it sharply towards him. And immediately he jumped back as quickly as possible, pouring the flashlight beam into the space in front of him, holding it out like Han Solo was a blaster emitter.
But my precautions were in vain. The room was empty. The flashlight beam picked out a polished table, a tub with a palm tree standing next to it, and a monitor screen that was also not turned on. Having shone the light, cautiously, on both sides of the door and making sure that it was also empty, I entered the office and walked around it. The windows were intact and closed, all things were in their places. The clock ticked rhythmically above the table. I didn't notice any disorder.
I chuckled and looked around the room again. Then he went out into the corridor and, having locked the door, went back to the street, not forgetting to curse himself along the way with the very last words.
“But I wanted to call the police, you idiot!- I turned to myself. - Well, how would I explain all this to them...” At this time, I went out into the asphalt courtyard and, turning towards the building, put a cigarette in my teeth, intending to light it. However, the cigarette he put in his mouth flew out from what he saw. The lights were on again in the second floor windows! And, this time, not in one, but in several at once! This time I didn’t wait long, but immediately rushed back, overwhelmed by a feeling of noble indignation towards those who had made such fun of me. Well, I'll show them! All thoughts of my previous desire to call the police completely flew out of my head. The same thought kept beating: If only I could make it in time, if only I could make it in time! They'll dance with me!...
This time I did not hide my presence. On the contrary, as soon as I found myself on the second floor, I immediately turned on the light in the corridor. But before I could take even a few steps forward, a heavy knock was heard behind me. I looked back. The corridor was separated from the landing by a massive door. And now it closed with a dull sound, thus separating and locking me inside the corridor. Frowning, I walked back to her, but suddenly the light in the corridor went out. It blinked, turned on again, and then turned off completely. And then laughter rang out in the silence. Quiet, quiet, it was as if he was mocking me.
“What the...” I drawled. - Who is there?
My own voice seemed thinner than a mosquito squeak and I cleared my throat. Shining the light to my right, I saw a handle protruding from the surface of the door. Suddenly it began to twitch, as if someone from inside was trying to open it. And immediately there was a dull knock, which happens when someone tries to write something on a typewriter. I shined the beam of the flashlight forward and even greater shock attacked me. The handles of all the doors in the corridor were now twitching, as if someone was trying to open them from the inside.
Really scared, I rushed to the closed door leading to the landing. But she was locked and did not give in to my efforts, no matter how hard I pounded into her. As if in response to my futile attempts to open it, laughter was heard again. I looked back. The lantern in my hand trembled noticeably and in its uneven beam I saw the corridor. He was quiet and calm again. The door handles froze.
Taking a few hesitant steps forward, I decided it was time to get out of here. Since it was no longer possible to get to the stairs the same way, I decided to enter the first office I came across. I took out the keys, but my hands were shaking so much that I dropped them, picked them up, went through them, looking for the right one, inserted them, turned them, opened the door...
They were there. There were three of them. These were skeletons in helmets. Their transparent, half-decayed flesh hung in rags and glowed in the darkness of the night. The chest was covered with old, decayed overalls, through the holes in which bare bones could be seen. They sat at the table, illuminated by the moonbeam, and played cards. When they saw me, they threw them on the table, turned their heads, grinning with rows of long white fangs. And then they suddenly stood up and, with a dissatisfied hiss, rushed towards the door.
But I was quicker. I slammed the door in their faces, turned the key and ran down the corridor. The door I closed shook as if something heavy was pushing into it. Then there was a knock and again a tugging of the handle.
At the end of the corridor there was a window. Confused, I decided to climb out through it. But when I looked into it and saw what was waiting for me below, this desire disappeared.
They stood on the asphalt of the yard and waited for me. There were at least several dozen of them. Skeletons, like the ones I saw in the office. At the sight of my pale face peeking out from the second floor, they began to whistle, hoot, and wave their arms in greeting. The full moon finally emerged from behind the clouds and flooded the courtyard, making it possible to clearly see this terrifying sight.
I looked around the remaining corridor again. Yes, it was undoubtedly scary here, but not as scary as outside. Feeling like a grain caught between a rock and a hard place, I couldn’t think of anything better than to stay put for now. And, grouped near the window, watch the ghosts. Moreover, the spirits that were in the building seemed unable to get through the closed door.
Meanwhile, events on the street were gaining momentum. There was a sound in the air. It was like a groan or a grinding sound with which air escapes from a grave that has been clogged for a long time and then opened. A cloud floated from the direction of the hole dug during the day. It spread along the ground and resembled fog. At the sight of him, the ghosts burst into a roar of welcome and stepped aside to let him through.
The cloud stopped in the center of the crowd and the Bride came out of it. The sheer white dress flowed over her body. The head was decorated with a wreath of withered roses. Dark hair spilled out from under the cape, spilling over her shoulders in waves. And the face... the face of this Bride was the face of a skeleton that had lain in a grave for decades. The bare skull grinned with bare teeth from under empty eye sockets.
The Lady looked around. And immediately the spirits standing around pointed her to... me. They stretched out their hands and clearly pointed towards the window behind which I was hiding, neither alive nor dead from this sight. The Dead Bride raised her head... And I immediately crouched down so as not to catch her eye. For some reason I thought this was important. An imperative shout was heard from the street.
There was silence for a minute. And then...
Ghosts began to appear in the corridor. They floated straight out of doors or walls. Apparently, the order given by the Bride gave them a free hand. Unless they were playing an incomprehensible game with me from the very beginning. Moreover, they clearly came here for my soul...
It became dangerous to be further down the corridor. Oh no! I won't give up that easily! I lowered the latch that locked the window sashes and opened them. There was no one below - not a crowd of ghosts, not even the scary Lady, their leader. Seeing a cornice running along the wall just below the window, I climbed out onto it, feeling the fresh night breeze blowing across my neck and took a couple of steps, stepping with my heels and holding onto all possible ledges with my fingers. At that moment, I was overcome with such a strong desire to get away that I didn’t even pay attention to the height at which I was.
This is the corner of the building. I stood up, pressed my back against him and looked around the entire yard, along with its buildings. And in the sky... A light streak grew on the horizon. The sun was rising! Never before have I been so happy about short summer nights and was ready to kiss the one who invented them. I was sure that the sun's rays would disperse the gathered evil spirits. And he must have been right in his guess, because at that moment all the spirits in the building began to howl loudly.
"Howl, howl, wolves,- I thought maliciously. - a couple more minutes and you'll be out of luck!...
I already thought that I had managed to get out of the prepared trap. But then suddenly she rose up from below. A huge figure flew up right in front of me, the dead face of the creepy Bride was close to mine. Empty eye sockets blazed with yellow fire from under the forehead bones. I heard the ghost laugh triumphantly.
- No no! - I screamed in horror, already understanding what she was going to do next. But the Bride grabbed me by the jacket on my chest with her bony fingers and pulled me forward. My legs could not stand it and slipped off the ledge. We flew down. I was able to see a black funnel leading into the bowels of the earth and the fire of an underground flame bursting out. And what I was and what everything was ceased to be...
The next day, the local newspaper, in the section on incidents, published the following article: “A strange incident occurred yesterday on the outskirts of our city. All night, according to the testimony of residents of the surrounding houses, some kind of devilry was going on in the territory belonging to a communications laying company. there was howling, knocking, hooting and laughing there. It got to the point that the frightened townspeople began to imagine some luminous figures, like ghosts, flying around the buildings, and one of them especially stood out because it wore a white dress and looked like one. The bride.
Many old-timers probably remember this legend, which tells about the Mordovian tribe that once lived in these places. And which later, during the time of the universal propagation of the Christian faith, was allegedly almost completely destroyed. This was especially true for men who did not want to recognize the new gods and were considered breeders of heresy. Almost all of them were killed.
Among the dead was the groom of the girl about whom the legend was written. Not a simple Mordvinian, but a daughter of a larger family, she could not withstand the grief that fell on her overnight, and fell ill. Later, her relatives buried her with all due honors. However, many said that before her death, the girl cursed everyone who had anything to do with the murder of her fiancé and promised that, despite their efforts, she would not be left alone.
So now, if someone disturbs the ashes of this very Bride, she will go wandering around in search of her future husband. And if she meets a living person, she will take him with her to the grave. However, if one is not found on her way, then at dawn, with the roosters crowing, she will disappear...
Fairy tale or not, one person really disappeared after that night. He turned out to be Maxim Romanov, a security guard of the very company on whose territory residents observed the frightening phenomena that we wrote about above. The things belonging to the guard remained in place, but he himself seemed to have fallen through the ground. Chief engineer of the enterprise, P.S. Belsky put it this way regarding the disappearance:
- What will you take from them? They only know how to drink and sleep. Surely he rushed to Moscow to earn money or started drinking prematurely. He'll show up soon, you'll see!
The investigation into the disappearance case is leaning towards the same version. However, we leave the final solution to this mysterious story to the judgment of our readers...”
From 08/14/2015, 02:53
They have been dating for 4 years. They knew each other well, and, dying of mad love for his chosen one, the gentleman made her an offer that she could not refuse.
“Walk carefully, I’ll hold your hand so you don’t trip and crash into something.” The guy tied a blindfold on the girl in a white lace dress. Her hair shimmered with rays from the light of the city lights. She carefully walked along the roof of the building, holding his strong hand tightly.
- I'm scared Kyle - He didn't believe her, because as she said this, she smiled and was simply fascinated by what was happening.
“We’ve already arrived Lindy, you can take off the blindfold.” He stood in front of her and waited for her to finally see everything he had prepared for her.
The girl closed her eyes and then opened them wide, getting used to the landscape. The stars were reflected in her eyes, sparkling with tears. There were a lot of balloons tied to posts on the roof, flowers and candles everywhere. Almost right next to the fence there was a luxurious table with a lot of fruit and champagne. Lindy cried, Kyle had never done anything like this for her.
Lindy, darling, will you marry me? Will you become my one and only, for the rest of my life? - The guy got down on one knee, gallantly putting forward his palm with a velvet box. It contained a ring with a modest, but beautiful, scarlet stone.
- Kyle... - The girl cried even harder and threw herself on her lover’s neck - Of course, I will become your wife.
“For now, you are only my beautiful bride,” Kyle kissed the girl on the neck and sat her down at the table. He poured out the champagne and began to make a toast. But...
- Kyle! What's that in the sky? - The girl rose slightly from her chair and looked at one point.
- What? - The guy only managed to turn his head when a luminous ball flashed by and stopped near his face.
Lindy looked fascinated at the incomprehensible phenomenon. The ball hung in the air for a bit, and then with stunning sharpness flew straight into the guy’s mouth, the latter crashing onto the hard surface of the concrete roof.
- Darling? - The girl slowly left the table and went to see what had happened. He was not breathing, he lay paralyzed, cold, like a corpse. “Kyle...” She reached out her hand to touch. But his eyes suddenly flew open, wild, filled with blood and rage. He stood up slowly, swaying from side to side. A strong wind blew from somewhere, it blew his hair, and it seemed that the tie would just fall off his neck. The veins on his face were bulging and drool was running down his chin.
Having come to her senses, the girl slowly crawled away from the creature who was her fiancé. The guy simply walked towards the girl, and, approaching her, took her by the neck and lifted her into the air.
“Kaaaaaail,” Lindy let out a piercing scream and hit him in the face, trying to free herself. But, she was high above the roof, his strength significantly exceeded hers. He carried her to the edge and threw her over the fence. She only managed to see how his gaze cleared and he extended his hand into the distance. But she was already flying down from the 67th floor and her hair, burning with fire, was blowing in the wind. In a split second it started to rain. The last tear escaped from the eyelashes, and the body, with deafening speed, collapsed onto the wet asphalt.
Hey guy! Get up! - The policeman stood next to Kyle - It’s time to go to the police department to give evidence.
- What happened? - Kyle grabbed his head, which hurt terribly, wiped the saliva from his lips and rose to his feet - Where is Lindy?
- Lindy? Is this your bride? She's there - the policeman pointed through the roof railing. The guy rushed from his seat and ran down the stairs, not noticing anything around, he ran, swallowing pain and tears.
Kyle ran over to his bride's body and pulled back the edge of the sheet. Glazed eyes seemed to look at him and ask: Why Kyle? The medics loaded the body onto a gurney, the bloody hem of her dress hanging from under the sheet. He cried.
Everyone in the department asked the same questions. His cracked, bitten lips trembled. He kept grabbing his hair and, looking at the ceiling, screaming her name. The skin was cold and pale. Eyes red from crying. His suit was covered in blood. He hugged her, there, on the asphalt. He held her lifeless body close to him. And he begged to wake up, begged to come back to him. My hands were shaking.
- Do you think he could have pushed her off the roof? - The detective looked at his partner and drank hot coffee.
- Why does he need this? Look at him, he's like a swan that has lost its soulmate. Now all he can do is commit suicide.
Kyle, that's your name, isn't it? - The investigator asks, looking at the guy.
- Are you kidding me? Already the tenth person is conducting a stupid survey. Better go and investigate! Who killed my fiancee? Why she? Why is Lindy lying on a cold table? Why not me? - Kyle started crying again, and it was already turning into hysterics.
- Okay, Mr. Walsen. Just tell me how it happened and we'll let you go home. Just remember, everything to the last drop, to the last second. Otherwise we won't be able to help you.
- My name is Kyle Walsen, I'm 24 years old. My fiancee Lindy Hilton, 22 years old. We've been together for 4 years. And I loved her very much. Today, July 14, I decided to propose to her and marry me. I prepared a romantic evening, she was happy. I took her to the roof, blindfolded her, and led her to the table. There were balloons and candles. Have you seen the balls? I prepared a gift for her. She took off the bandage and saw that I was on my knee and holding out the ring to her, she agreed. Believe me. For me it was the happiest moment in my life. Why should I kill her? Then I sat her down opposite and poured out the champagne. And then...
- What happened then, Mr. Walsen? - the detective tensed and peered into the guy’s crazy eyes.
“Then a thing like a luminous ball appeared in the sky. And she stopped in front of my face. Lindy became alarmed. And then I remember that it flew into my mouth, and I think I lost consciousness. Then the policeman woke me up. That's all sir - Kyle put his head in his hands - We didn't even drink! I was completely sober.
He talks about a glowing ball that may have taken over his mind, what do you think, Pete? - The detective looked at his partner.
“But I think it’s time to let him go home, let him take a shower and sleep it off, he looks terrible.” I hope he doesn’t go crazy - The assistant took a decent sip of coffee and rubbed his eyes - It’s time for us to go home too Sir.
Kyle stepped out of the shower without drying off, got into his pajama pants, and turned on the TV. All the local channels were talking about only one thing. My head was already clear, and that made me feel lousy.
- To drown your sorrows with booze? I don't think you'd want that Lindy? I feel bad even without drinking - He looked at her photo in the frame - What? To begin a new life? Haha Lindy, are you out of your mind? I'm married to you in five minutes, my dear! And we are together for the rest of our lives, remember? I’m still alive, which means everything will be fine - He hugged the photo and wandered off to bed.
A few days later there was a funeral. There were many friends and family, and no one blamed Kyle for what happened. And he considered himself not involved in what happened to Lindy. The detectives left him behind, and he was glad for that.
- An accident took away from us our daughter and beloved fiancée, friend, colleague, we all mourn the loss of our one and only Lindy Hilton. 22 years old, this is just the beginning of life, and we were glad that she at least had time to experience happiness before her death - The mother burst into tears, the father began to sedate her with sedatives.
Kyle walked up to the bride, her marbled pale skin glistening in the sun. There was little time left to say goodbye, and then he would not see her again. He held her hand, and kissed her dead lips.
“Lindy, I will always love you.” A hysterical laugh escaped his lips, and then tears began to flow. Friends decided it was time to move Kyle away. The coffin was lowered into the grave and the body was buried, and with it Kyle’s happiness.
A day passed, Kyle slept almost all this time. Nearby on the table lay sedatives, or rather packs and jars. He opened his eyes, grabbed another handful of pills and swallowed them all.
- What? Lindy? You are crazy? I can’t do this...” He grabbed her framed photo and threw it at the wall, glass shattering across the room. Kyle jumped out of bed, put on a tracksuit and a cap, grabbed a shovel and went to the grave.
It was raining and dusk was deepening. There's no one around. Just him and her grave.
- Now Lindy, wait! Don’t rush me - He began to dig, and after a while, the shovel hit a tree. He opened the lid and coughed - God, Lindy! You always took care of yourself, why do you smell like that? - He pulled her out of the hole and packed her in a black bag. I buried the grave and went home.
Here, be quiet, my dear, now we’ll take you to the bathroom, and you’ll be like before again, you know, Lindy, and I like you better this silent, you can’t blow my mind, you stupid bitch - He swung his hand and hit the girl in the face - Sorry , Lindy! I'm sorry! I'm such a bastard, I just missed you! I missed you so much! - He hugged the limp body and sat there for 10 minutes.
The bathroom was ready.
- Ice water will get you in shape, I think hot water will damage your skin. That's it, we will wash your beautiful hair and dress you in beautiful underwear.
The bathroom was finished. Now they were sitting at a large table. He sat her down on the other side and served her a heated dinner from the store.
- Lindy! Don't tell me you don't like it? Do not upset me. Why are you so sad? Look at me! - He slammed his fist on the table - Damn it, Lindy, can you answer when I ask? Hmm... If you don't want to answer, then you'll never speak again! - He grabbed a kitchen knife and ran up to the corpse, lifted the girl’s head and, opening his mouth, cut off her tongue - How do you like this Lindy? I do not like? Tell! Ahaha, you can't talk now? Don't cry, Lindy! Otherwise I'll cut something off for you. For example, eyes, and then you won't be able to cry. All! Don't get on my nerves. Go to sleep. On the sofa! Don't you dare come to my room - Kyle went to bed and immediately fell asleep.
His cell phone woke him up.
- Hello, what? How? Okay, I’ll come detective - He looked at his bed, it was covered in blood, there was a knife next to it. He went down to the kitchen - God, Lindy! Why be so scary? Have you been sitting here all night? I told you to sleep on the couch, look what you did? Now I have to clean up your blood. Okay, I don’t have time, clean everything up here honey, I need to go to the station, the damn cops want to know something again.
He arrived quickly, and again the interrogation.
- Tell me, Mr. Walsen, do you know anything about the fact that your girlfriend’s grave was dug up this night? - The detective prepared to record.
- What? - Kyle looked amazed - the vandals were completely insolent! - He made an angry face.
- Vandals... Do you think they wanted to see if the girl had gold or diamond jewelry on her body?
- You know that I gave Lindy an expensive engagement ring, right? It's worth a lot of money, and as far as I remember, we buried her with a ring on her finger - Maybe one of the vandals might have noticed it? There were many strangers at the funeral. But, I didn’t notice anything suspicious, I was immersed in my grief, sir - Kyle flashed his gaze.
- Okay, Mr. Walsen, you can go, but we will still need you, later, we will call you if we find out any information.
- Thank you, detective, I count on you - The guy left the station, and got into the car and began to laugh loudly - Fools!
Darling, can you imagine, they found out about the grave. I didn’t even ask where it came from or who showed it to them, but now we need to be careful. You smell bad again and you haven't eaten anything. Now we'll clean you up again and I'll make us lunch.
Kyle had done everything and was already lying on the couch, hugging Lindy. They were watching Die Hard.
- God, Lindy, remember you always told me that you didn’t like this movie? Now what? You are happy, I see - He approached her lips and licked them - Your lips are so rough, it seems to me that you no longer love me, you have stopped taking care of yourself. But, since I’m ready to do anything for you, we can even do your makeup! Ahaha Lindy, I've always dreamed of doing this - He pulled out her makeup bag from her bag, which he hadn't put away, like all her things. A couple of touches with the eyes and lips, and a little blush for the skin color - Yes, you are as good as new. Of course, I’m not a makeup artist, but what can’t I do for you!
Her corpse lay on the sofa, her glassy eyes looked into the distance, she began to decompose, and the stench in the house was unbearable.
Doorbell.
“Damn cops,” Kyle hissed and covered Lindy with a blanket, closing the door to the living room, he sprayed air freshener in the hallway and opened the door to the detective.
“Mr...” Kyle strained his brain to remember the detective’s name.
“Detective Clark, call me that.” The detective extended his hand to Kyle, who willingly shook it.
- Sorry, I won’t invite you into the house, I have cockroaches and I’m poisoning them.
- Mr. Walsen, we have unpleasant news for you, your fiancee’s body is not in the grave.
- What? Did I understand correctly, there is no body in the coffin? - Kyle was stunned and sat down on the porch step.
- You understood everything correctly Walsen, and we would like to inspect your house to make sure...
- To make sure there is no corpse in my house? Ahaha, you're just a genius at your craft, Clark. I couldn't imagine a stupider assumption. My fiancee died, she fell from the 67th floor, on her happiest day, you claim that I killed her. And now you think that I dug up her corpse and kept it in my house? - Go away, Detective Clark! Otherwise I will have to file a complaint against you. Do not return to this house with such assumptions! Better find my girlfriend's killer.
“We’ll come back with a search warrant, Mr. Walsen, and then we’ll catch you red-handed.” The detective waved his hand at Kyle and went to his partner’s car. “We’re going to get the warrant, Pete.”
- Mr. Clark, it's too late now, we can only get a warrant tomorrow.
“Pete, if the body is in the house, then by tomorrow he will either destroy it or hide it,” Clark started screaming.
- We can't search the house, it's illegal. Unfortunately, sir, you have to wait until the morning - Pete looked excitedly at his boss.
- Sorry for raising my voice, it's just that bastard... I know it's him! - The detective will not sleep that night, and will nervously wait for the morning to be convinced that he is right.
Kyle fiddled with his earlobes, nervously pacing from one corner of the room to the other. Lindy's body was also lying on the sofa.
- Lindy, you stink, we might get in trouble, we need to leave! Otherwise we will be caught - Kyle went to the room and took the pills. He fell asleep.
That night, Kyle had a dream.
- Kyle, you killed me, do you hear, Kyle? - Lindy hovered over the guy.
He opened his eyes. She was pale, with sagging skin, and there were entire islands of hair missing somewhere. One eye was also missing, and the mouth was infested with worms.
- Lindy! - He shouted - Honey, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so...
- So dead? - She laughed - You threw me off the roof, Kyle. What glowing ball? You're sick, you're crazy. You just went crazy, you grabbed me by the throat and lifted me above you, and then threw me into the darkness.
- Lindy! You saw this ball too! You saw it, you were surprised! I remember!
- Idiot! It was a helicopter! An ordinary helicopter in the sky! And you had a seizure! Because you're a sick bastard, Kyle! - She laughed louder.
- Lindy, something possessed me, this ball took possession of me then, I don’t remember anything, I’m not sick! It wasn’t me who killed you - He fell to his knees and hugged her flabby legs, she continued to talk, and worms rained down on the top of his head.
- Kylie. If you were normal, would you dig me out of my grave? You talk to a corpse, you try to get answers, you paint me and wash me. You need to be treated Kyle! Put my body back where it belongs!
- But, Lindy, we are happy, I won’t do that with our happiness... - The girl swung and hit the guy so that he flew into the wall.
- You... You will pay! Look, this is the river of life - He raised his head and saw a wide river above him - And these bubbles are bubbles of people's lives, but this is your bubble Kyle - She pointed her finger at a large bubble floating with the flow - Unfortunately, your life is no longer can go on, Kyle. You are a disgusting person, you can do a lot of bad things. Your life is ending - He looked at the river, and the bubble of his life slowed down, and then stopped altogether.
- What... What did you do, Lindy?! - Kyle tried to blow on the bubble, but the river became clear.
- If by tomorrow evening you do not return my body to the grave, and do not surrender to the cops, your life will end, and after death, you will never be happy! I will achieve this! - Worms poured out of her mouth and crawled towards Kyle. He started screaming and kicking.
Woke up in my bed. Wet and cold sweat covered his body. My hair stuck to my face. There was horror in his eyes.
- Damn, a dream... - He went down to the kitchen and drank two glasses of water. It was still night outside, but there were a couple of hours left until morning.
She was lying on the sofa. He looked at her; she was already being eaten by worms. The smell was terrible.
- We need to leave, Lindy! Soon there will be a bunch of flies and the whole house stinks - He got into his suit and sneakers again. He took out a bag and packed the corpse - We will go north. We'll live somewhere in the mountains, in the forest, just the two of us! I said, and it will be so, Lindy, don’t you dare object - He packed his and her things into a suitcase, dragged the body into the backyard, drove the car and pushed it into the trunk, throwing the suitcases on top.
- Kyle! Are you leaving somewhere? - The neighbor waved his hand and looked at the trunk.
- Mr. Fisher, I decided that I need a vacation, too many bad things have happened in the last month. I need to start a new life, goodbye - Kyle waved his hand, started the engine and rushed out of town - The faster the better. My love is decomposing before my eyes - Again a hysterical laugh.
There's a knock on the door, another one. Now the detective nervously drums his fist on the wood.
- Crap! He's not home! - The detective waved his hand.
- Mr. Clark, we have a warrant, we can knock down the door. Let's just check out the house quickly and get out of here. I have a bad feeling - Pete pulled the handle and stepped away to strike. A minute later the door was hanging on its hinges, the lock was flimsy, and it was easy.
They entered the house and a sharp, corpse-like smell filled their noses. Unfortunately, after searching the house, they found neither Clark nor the body.
“He was here recently, and the corpse was also here for quite a long time.” Where can I look for this bastard now?
- Excuse me, Mr. Policeman, are you looking for Kyle? I think I can help you - The neighbor carefully entered the house. He also smelled this smell - He left a couple of hours ago, said he was on vacation. He got ready very quickly, and for some reason he loaded things in the backyard. I saw he had a black bag and two suitcases. Did he do something bad? Find him. He couldn't go far. I'm Mr. Fisher.
- Thank you very much, we need to go, we’ll talk to you later, you helped us a lot! - The detective waved Pete to the car, and they quickly, squeezing their tires, drove onto the road.
Angela, we need to find out the license plate number of the car registered to Kyle Wallace, quickly! - The detective called the station, and Pete was driving the car.
“Mr. Clark, there are no cars registered in this name, I’m very sorry.” Angela was about to hang up when the detective interrupted her with another request.
- Ange, please look at the license plate of the car under the name Lindy Hilton.
- Sir, a black Nissan Zhuk car is registered in this name, state registration number 217.
- Angela, track the car and put him on the wanted list. This is urgent!
- Now, sir - a minute later she reported that the car was moving north on the main road on Highway 17.
- Block the roads! Send a patrol and a capture group! - The detective hung up - Step on the gas, Pete!
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- Quiet, Lindy, can you stop yelling at me? We will soon be outside the city, and it will all be over! - He looked in the rearview mirror and his eyes opened wide - COPS, LINDY! DAMN, DAMN DAMN! - He squeezed the gas to full, but around the turn, police cars were already meeting him, the spikes on the asphalt pierced his wheels, and he hit the brakes and crashed into a pole - Lindy...
Detective Clark ran up to the car, Kyle was lying with his head on the steering wheel, his face covered in blood.
- Get out of the car slowly, bastard, where is the girl's body?
- In the trunk... - Kyle crawled out onto the asphalt, holding his head, blood dripping onto the hot road.
The ambulance had already arrived, the black bag was pulled out onto the asphalt, but they did not open it.
- I just wanted us to be happy, Detective Clark! - Kyle smiled and cried at the same time, she was happy, believe me - They put handcuffs on him. The sky darkened and it looked like it was going to rain.
- What makes you think that I was happy? Do you think it was pleasant for me to rot in this black bag? Do you think I liked lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling while worms ate me? What's next, Kyle? What would happen when all that was left of me was bones? Would you hug them?
- Lindy, forgive me! “He crawled away from her, she moved forward, pieces of skin fell onto the road.
- Do you like the show? You killed me and I would forgive you. If you loved me even a little, you would just bury me back - But I won’t get either love or respect from you, Kyle. Look - she pointed above her, the river appeared again, and his bubble, which was still standing in place, simply burst.
- What? Lindy! - He grabbed his heart, his eyes opened, capillaries burst, and blood flowed from his mouth. Paramedics ran to him, and the police stared at the strange sight. Kyle whispered something for a long time, pulled his hands towards the bag with Lindy’s body, and then died.
- Cardiac arrest! Defibrillator! - One of the doctors shouted. They pumped him out for about 30 minutes. All this time his eyes were looking at the bag. But he never survived.
“Death is too simple for such a scumbag.” The detective lit a cigarette and everyone began to leave. The body is in the morgue, Lindy is in the cemetery, the police are in the station.
Lindy was buried again. The cause of Kyle's death could not be determined. Everything was too mysterious and defied medical explanations.
Detective Clark sometimes comes to that very roof and leaves flowers for the dead girl. Lights a cigarette and looks at the flying lights in the distance...
The legend of the Dead Bride, or the Ghost Wedding at Windeck Castle, is closely connected with the history of the Baden region, a vast region of which Baden-Baden is the center. Around Baden-Baden there is a so-called “Nature Trail” (Naturpfad) - a tourist route about 40 km long.You can read about traveling along this trail in cycle "Panoramic road around Baden-Baden" , consisting of five parts.This is truly a real “fairy tale road”. It passes through four ancient knightly castles, a medieval monastery, through gorges and hills, past waterfalls and even Celtic sanctuaries. This entire area bears echoes of traditions, legends, and fairy tales that have come to us from ancient times. Even the art of music remained partial to these places. In Carl Maria von Weber's romantic opera "Freeshot" the action takes place in the Wolf Gorge near Baden-Baden. The legend about the Pulpit of the Angel and the Pulpit of the Devil is associated with the same gorge, which can be read. Not far from the “Nature Trail” there are also the ruins of Windeck Castle with its legend about the Dead Bride, a scene from which we can see on one of the frescoes of the Drinking Pavilion (Trinkhalle) Baden-Baden.
Alexandre Dumas the Father, who made a long journey along the Rhine in 1838, did not ignore this legend either. Later, he included it in his brilliant adaptation in the novel “Otho the Archer,” a fragment from which is given below.
GHOST WEDDING (DEAD BRIDE)
Black Forest
From the series "Legends of Baden-Baden"
Neu-Windeck Castle has been abandoned for many centuries. No one lives in it, because it is dark and creepy there, and people from neighboring villages, who accidentally ended up in these places, swore that they saw and heard something there that did not belong to the world of the living...
One day, the young knight Kurt von Stein found himself far from home. He was driving at night through the forest. The places were unfamiliar to him, and the night turned out to be stormy: it was raining heavily and a stormy wind was blowing. Suddenly he heard midnight strike somewhere and saw in front of him a castle surrounded by a wall with high battlements. He galloped towards it, trying to hide there from the thunderstorm.
"Corpse Bride"(eng. Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, literally "Corpse Bride" by Tim Burton) is a 2005 Tim Burton cartoon. Nominated for “Oscar 2006” in the category “Best Animated Feature Film”. Takes 5th place in the list of the highest-grossing puppet cartoons. One of Burton's first films, released on Blu-Ray and HD DVD. US premiere: September 16, 2005. Russian premiere - January 26, 2006 by the distributor "Karo-Premier".
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The cartoon takes place in the European province of the Victorian era. Young Victor and Victoria, who have not even seen each other, are going to get married. Victor's family - wealthy fish traders Van Dorts - want to join the aristocratic (but impoverished) family of the Everglots, Victoria's parents.
Having met each other, Victor and Victoria realize that they are made for each other. However, at the wedding rehearsal, Victor gets worried, confuses his words and runs away from the ferocious pastor into the nearby forest to calm down and at the same time learn his marriage vows. There he finally manages to utter a ceremonial phrase and even put a ring on a twig that came to hand. However, the twig turns out to be the finger of a dead bride, who awakens from her afterlife sleep and drags the newly-minted groom into the kingdom of the dead...
Victor finds himself in the world of the dead. Oddly enough, this world in the film is much more fun, colorful and cheerful than the world of the living. There, Victor learns the story of the Corpse Bride, Emily, a local heroine, who is told to him in a bar by skeletons from the local jazz orchestra. A once visiting charming aristocrat seduced her and persuaded her to run away with him, but then killed her and took the family jewelry. Waking up and realizing that she was dead, Emily swore that she would wait for true love - and then Victor appeared, uttered the words of the wedding vow and put the ring on her finger. Victor, realizing that he turned out to be the husband of a deceased woman, is horrified. In despair, he leaves and wanders around the world of the dead for some time until he again encounters Emily, who gives him a wedding gift. This gift turns out to be Victor's late dog, Scrabs (Stub), which he had as a child. He decides to use a trick and, in order to get out, he invites Emily to ascend to the world of the living under the pretext that he should introduce her to his parents. Elder Gutknecht helps the “newlyweds” with this intention.
Once upstairs, Victor leaves Emily to wait for him in the forest, but goes not to his parents, but to his fiancée, Victoria. In response to her questions about where he disappeared, he tells her a story that happened to him in the forest. After some time, Emily, unable to bear it anymore, follows him and finds the two lovers together. Angry, she again drags Victor into the world of the dead.
Victor tries to explain to Emily that their "wedding" was a mistake. Emily leaves in tears. Meanwhile, the Van Dorts' coachman, Mayhew, unexpectedly dies, and, once in the underworld, he tells Victor the disappointing news from above: her parents are marrying Victoria to the unexpectedly appearing Lord Barkis, who managed to make a good impression on them. Victor suddenly understands how Emily must feel and takes a liking to her. Soon he overhears Emily's conversation with the elder. It turns out that the wedding of Victor and Emily was invalid: after all, vows of marriage are taken only until death separates those entering into marriage. In order to make the marriage real, Victor must repeat the words of the oath above, in the world of the living, and drink poison. Emily is horrified: she could never ask Victor for this. But Victor, who entered, agrees to this. The whole world of the dead is busy preparing the wedding, an event that is more interesting because it will take place above. Meanwhile, Lord Barkis plans to take Victoria's dowry and run away, but finds out that the Everglots are penniless. Victoria leaves the enraged Barkis and goes to the church to follow the procession. All the townspeople, living and dead, gather in the church. Victor pronounces the words of the oath. But Emily, seeing Victoria enter the church, suddenly realizes that she is trying to make her own happiness out of someone else’s grief. She prevents Victor from drinking the poison and connects his hand with Victoria's hand.
At this time, Lord Barkis appears in the church. He reminds her that Victoria is still his fiancée and tries to take her away by force. At this time, Emily recognizes him: after all, this is the same aristocrat who robbed and killed her: “You! - Emily? - You! - But we broke up... - Killer! Victor comes to Victoria's defense; After a short fight, Emily, who has taken possession of the weapon, orders Barkis to get out. All the dead are eager to tear the murderer to pieces, but Elder Gutknecht does not allow them to do this, since “above” they must obey the rules of the living. Before leaving, Lord Barkis makes a mocking toast in honor of Emily, “A toast to Emily - always the bride, never the wife!”, and drinks poison, which he mistook for wine. The dead surround Barkis, who is now a dead man, and drag him into their world for trial.
Meanwhile, Emily explains that Victor freed her and she is now releasing him from his vow. Emily leaves the church and throws her wedding bouquet. Smiling goodbye and with a sigh of relief, in the moonlight she turns into a flock of moths. Victor and Victoria leave the church and, hugging each other, watch the butterflies fly away into the distance.
She lives in the Everglots' house as a nanny, companion and maid to Victoria, she is very kind and painfully perceives Victoria's misfortune, and tries to support her.
| Character | English voice | Spanish voice | Italian voice | German voice | Japanese voice | Russian dubbing |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Victor Van Dort | Johnny Depp | Roher Pera | Fabio Boccanera | David Nathan | Kiuchi Hidenobu | Ilya Bledny |
| Emily, Dead Bride | Helena Bonham Carter | Mar Roca | Claudia Razzi | Heidrun Batholomois | Kaori Yamagata | Zhanna Nikonova Olga Golovanova (vocals) |
| Victoria Everglot | Emily Watson | Graciela Molina | Francesca Fiorentini | Melanie Pucasse | Sayaka Kobayashi | Larisa Nekipelova |
| Finis Everglot | Albert Finney | Jordi Vila | Norman Mozzato | Jurgen Klückert | Such a Khasi | Alexey Kolgan |
| Madeline Everglot | Joanna Lumley | Aurora Garcia | Aurora Kanchan | Kerstin Sanders-Dornseife | Tomoko Miyadera | Lika Rulla |
| Nell Van Dort | Tracey Ullman | Concha Garcia Valero | Lorenza Biella | Dagmar Biner | Ai Sato | Lyudmila Gnilova |
| William Van Dort | Paul Whitehouse | Javier Viñas | Renato Cortesi | Bodo Wolf | Katsumi Suzuki |
A long time ago, when I was a teenager, my grandmother told me this mystical story. I was very scared then, although even now, many years later, I remember it with a shudder.
It may seem to some that there is no mysticism here, but I think it could not have happened without it. Grandmother talked about her friend named Nikolai. When he was young, he served in the navy; his unit settled close to a farm where, it must be said, wealthy people lived.
So, such a terrible story happened there. The daughter of a very rich man decided to marry a young, handsome guy. They bought everything for the bride - jewelry, shoes, a veil, but the girl couldn’t find a dress for herself. And then in the evening, there’s a knock on the door, and a woman is standing on the threshold. The people, the owners were polite, invited her into the house and asked why she came.
The stranger answered them that she wanted to sell her wedding dress. It wasn’t enough for her daughter, because the groom bought it without her knowledge, and they wouldn’t take it back. The parents doubted it, but when the woman took the outfit out of her bag, the girl gasped. This is exactly what she dreamed of. The most curious thing is that the price for it was low.
And so, before the wedding, the bride goes to bed, but in the morning they cannot wake her up. The lifeless body was examined by doctors and death was pronounced.
The parents were horrified by grief, the groom looked all “black”, but nothing could be done. The most mysterious thing was that not a single doctor could say what the young girl died from. The family refused to perform an autopsy. And so, instead of a magnificent wedding, tragedy came to the house. On the day of the funeral, they dressed the would-be bride in a wedding dress, the one that was bought from a stranger, and put on all the jewelry, shoes and veil. The girl lay as if alive, and the grief of her parents was impossible to describe in words.
It was decided to place the coffin in which the body rested in the family crypt.
A week has passed since the funeral. Nikolai, who served in the navy and was located near the farm, was given leave. He knew about the story that had happened, and so the idea crept into the minds of him and his colleagues, who went on leave with him, to exploit the contents of the crypt and remove expensive jewelry from the deceased. We thought and went. One was left at the entrance, the rest went inside. They opened the lid of the coffin - the bride lay as if alive. They began to take off the jewelry, and the girl suddenly opened her eyes and put her arm around one of the robbers. The men screamed and were overcome with animal horror, so much so that they were rooted to the spot.
And the girl got out of her crypt and went home. Everyone who saw her fell into a stupor - a deceased woman was walking through the farm. Everything turned out to be very simple, on the night before the wedding, the young lady fell into a lethargic sleep, and in this state it was very difficult to feel the pulse and the heartbeat too.
The story is very strange, because the dress that the strange woman sold turned out to be her deceased daughter. The girl did not live to see her wedding; she was fished out of the river.
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