In the summer, my parents and I went to the village. Well, of course, once the summer, then discos and parties before the morning. This story happened on the third day after coming to the village house.
After the disco, my brother and I returned home. And on the way we quarreled strongly enough. He turned and went to a friend, well, I continued my way home. He came, went to a small house (we have them two - one big, where they live constantly, another small one, which is only opened for the summer). In this little house, my brother and I were settled, that is, we were alone in it.
Undressed, lay down on the bed, lie and think about something of his own. Suddenly, steps were heard in the hallway - heavy ones. I thought that it was my brother who came back. Turned to the wall and lie still. The door opened, someone passed and lay down on my bed. I lie, do not turn - so offended my brother. And suddenly a voice is heard under the window: "Mike (it's me), open the door for me, it's your brother - I'm sorry if I offended!".
Here my hair stood on end. I lie, I can not move and I think: "Who lies with me?". I start to turn slowly and see two yellow eyes and a vague dark figure. As he saw this, he blew himself up and ran out of the house, as if scalded. My brother says: "What's the matter with you? Your face is so ... ". I told him everything at once. He did not believe me at first, but then he remembered again what kind of face I had and did not say anything ...