After all the events described in the previous episode, to stay in our new apartment for the night, to be honest, was a little scary for us.
But what to do?
Staying overnight at the diving club, when we told everyone that we had rented an apartment, was stupid and inconvenient. We decided that we should calm down, tune in to the positive and boldly go to spend the night in a rented apartment and not think about “some nonsense” and “all sorts of nonsense”.
But still, the idea of spending the whole night inside the apartment seemed quite uncomfortable to us, or simply put, caused panic fear, so we decided to sleep in the courtyard.
Although it was winter, and on a winter night outside, even in Eilat, it was very cool.
So we brought a couple of warm blankets for each of us from the diving club, pulled out a second sofa in the courtyard, and resolutely went to bed. It was Friday, the Sabbath.
My son and I wished each other good night, and tried to relax, but I could not sleep and I decided to go outside the courtyard to the street through the iron door of the high, with stakes on top, gate for some need. I didn’t have the courage to go into the bathroom in my apartment at night.
The door was closed with a latch that opened from the inside and from the outside. After a couple of minutes, I go back and pull the door… to no avail, it’s locked, I try to open the latch again and again, .. in vain…the door does not open,it is somehow closed from the inside.
What should I do? I try to knock, to shout to my son… but he doesn’t hear…
Finally, desperate to reach him, I try to climb over the fence. And then, when I climbed a little higher on the fence and the yard was within my sight, I saw that the light in the apartment turned on and off.
Then it went out and flashed again and went out again. Now I clearly understood that something strange and unpleasant was happening there, and this increased my growing anxiety. But I didn’t manage to climb over the fence, there are high stakes on top of the fence, and the inside is smooth and there is nowhere to put my foot.
I continued to stand hesitantly on the fence until my son finally opened the door. When I finally got to the courtyard, I ran to the apartment from inside which I could hear some vague noise. When I opened the door, full of apprehension, we saw that from all the taps – in the kitchen and in the bathroom – were leaking water… on the floor because the drain hoses are pulled out at the bottom.
This time, the water flowed from the shower, the hose from which lay on the floor of the shower. The washing machine ‘came to life’ again and again in some unknown way, the wire from it (which had previously been lying on the floor… it turned out to be inserted into the socket, the door was closed, the washing program was set, and at the same time the drain plug was unscrewed and the water from it also flows to the floor. And on the floor there is already a layer of water four inches high.
I rushed to close the taps and insert the drain hoses, the socket from the washing machine, when I pulled it, fortunately accidentally was pulled out with “meat”. Then, with a bucket and a scoop, I hurriedly began to collect water, hoping that this “wonderful” picture would not be seen by the owners. But as soon as I managed to remove at least some of the water, the taps were opened again and of course the drain hoses were pulled out again.
And finally, as if indignant at my stupidity and lack of understanding that I should have just left there long ago, the massive metal front door began to close.
Seeing this, I ran to the door, but it kept closing inexorably. I had a claustrophobic panic, and I screamed at my son to help me. And now we manage to hold the door together. But I do not understand what to do with the water and stupidly try to make another attempt to remove it .And the door starts to close again. And I jump out of the apartment in horror, drawing in my imagination a “pleasant” picture of how I will not only be closed there, but also will again be watered with caustic soapy liquids. Brrr!
We thought that in the morning I might be able to restore at least some order and decided to make another attempt to sleep.
Except for the fact that several times I got out the blanket that flew to the roof of our house and had to get it out with a mop, because it was cold without it, the disappearance of the sandals in which I came and my phone, nothing else strange or scary happened until the morning.
And in the morning, when we timidly settled down in the courtyard to have breakfast and drink tea after a difficult night, the keys to the apartment, hanging in the keyhole, disappeared, and the apartment itself was closed…
Then my bag disappeared, in which were our passports and credit cards, money… and that’s when I felt that I couldn’t do it anymore. I sat in a daze and complete shock and didn’t know what to do… if the bag is not found. Go to work, to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to the police, to the bank? Say that everything was stolen from us? Where? Who! How? All these options seemed extremely absurd and unpleasant.
However, after a while, the situation, fortunately, was resolved.
We returned the bag (the door to the apartment opened and we found it there) and the phone. Then one sandal landed right in the electric kettle, and then the second one fell to the ground from somewhere.
As soon as the necessary things were returned to us, nothing no longer delayed us there.
And while we were getting ready, the red light on the boiler already warningly lit up, as if advising us to be more careful, and we decided to leave as soon as possible without closing the door with a key.
These keys were returned to us a few hours later, when we were walking from the Gourmet store after finishing my work, and I said that I would never stay in that apartment again. Immediately, right in front of me, from above, almost touching my nose, the keys fell on the asphalt.
A few days later, we decided to make a trip to Grape Lane to pick up our things. Moreover, my son preferred to stay near the gate of the house while I quickly, trying to concentrate inside myself and not give in to fear, collected things.
As you probably understood, we refused to rent that apartment.
And since then, we have become afraid of washing machines…
And over time, we realized that the apartment was not suitable for us to live in.
And it is quite possible that this whole performance was a blessing and a good lesson for us.
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Sometimes angels may do strange things when delivering a message. Sometimes they might just simply enjoy keeping us on our toes. But it is demons that instill fear, and should be resisted.
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