Мы же заметили только распахнувшиеся глаза друга. Издав влажный булькающий звук, Паша, самый жёсткий из нас парень, чей отец не брезговал при случае учить сына оставляющими на спине настоящие шрамы дедовскими методами - Паша отпрыгнул от люка и нассал прямо в свои крутые новые джинсы.
Когда он отпустил люк, мы успели лишь отдёрнуть руки, чтобы нам не защемило пальцы. Тяжеленная крышка с грохотом обрушилась на место, после чего сразу же затряслась и подскочила на пару сантиметров от нескольких нанесенных изнутри ударов.

Всё что было дальше - панический бег без оглядки, сопровождаемый так и не прекратившимся воем.

~~~

Я это сделал. Я всё вам рассказал. Остаток истории можно уместить в одном абзаце. Придя немного в себя и отдышавшись, мы пришли на понтон. Паша повис на перилах спиной к нам и стоял так, глядя на воду, вроде бы не испытывая никаких эмоций по поводу позорного пятна на своих штанах. В тот вечер мы смогли выудить из него одну-единственную фразу, а больше он не раскрывал рта на эту тему. Вообще утратил привычку балагурить, стал тихим и в целом как будто по-настоящему... потух. Мы виделись всё реже и отводили глаза, сидя рядом. Как я и сказал, компания распалась. На закате, прежде чем разойтись, мы поклялись никому и ничего не говорить о сегодняшнем дне.

Илью нашли через неделю, когда выгребали золу и несгоревший мусор из контейнера. Да, мусор сперва сожгли, не заглядывая внутрь. Со всеми нами говорил усталый участковый, но безрезультатно. Официально - несчастный случай. Контейнер после этого закопали трактором. Не знаю, что сказать вам ещё.

А, ну и единственная фраза, сказанная Пашей в тот вечер на понтоне: "Оно сидело на нём. Они облепили его голову".

>>363787
Хуета

>Оно сидело на нём. Они облепили его голову

Пиздец как страшно.

По началу было интересно, но конец говеный.

>пишите в комментариях
>если отпишитесь, я не против

Дваждую. Написано хорошо, напряжение держится, антураж есть, но, во-первых, нечто в темноте - это отвратительное клише, во-вторых нех из абортированных младенцев сильно попахивает селедочными пастами про сглаз, приворот и прочую хуету. Концовка в целом все портит. 5/10.

>>363787
У меня БРОВАСТИК от этой истории

Финал какой-то слитый.
Сначала думал, это будет как "Глубже чем подвал", но другой POV, но всё-таки нет.

Блять, не страшно, а просто очень жалко стало доверчивого ильюшу. Почему-то всегда жалею открытых людей.

>>363914
Чо за подвал?

>>363929
Пропиши в гугле "Глубже, чем подвал" первая ссылка будет

>1488 абзацев в начале рассказа, в которых описывается цвет, вкус, запах и консистенция кала высранного во время ВНЕЗАПНОГО воспоминания
я нашел еще одно клише, которое встречается довольно часто.

>>363787
Сразу вспомнились хедкрабы

>>363786 (OP)
>Давайте сделаем так: я пощажу свои нервы и расскажу только суть произошедшего, а вы потом сможете спросить меня в комментариях о чем захотите. Если кто-то после этого отпишется, я не буду возражать.
ОК. Что увидел Паша?

Old remastered pasta from 4chan.

Хуита

Паста с форча, расходимся.

Yesterday I woke up from a nightmare. It made me remember an incident that occurred in his childhood yard with our company cronies, after which the company can say, broke up - it was hard for us to look each other in the eye.

In the nightmare I found myself in a sort of corridor in almost total darkness. From the darkness something moved in my direction, something not as dangerous as unbearably disgusting-causing feelings of pity and aching sadness. And I, as it apparently often happens in these cases, couldn't even budge. In the dream I was not afraid of what the approaching could do to me and what I do see this firsthand and, perhaps, from fear of going crazy.

Don't know whether the dream is an echo of those events. Yes although what's already there - of course, man is. A probable case had a huge impact on my psyche. Anyway, after waking up (I found myself soaking wet, clinging to the back of the sofa laid out with a death grip) I was covered by the flashback. I'm in the smallest details, right down to the expressions on the faces of my friends, remembered the events of that day - and fell into a panic comparable with night terror. Only this time, it was in reality. As in that time, fifteen years ago. Not for a moment doubt the veracity of his memories, and understand why he preferred to forget about what happened.

That day we - I and three of my friends played a cruel joke with innocent guy, just because he did not like us. How did things end badly, you still have to learn, since I'm not going to hide any nasty details. We four swore not to tell nobody nothing. Rotten little Asses.

Damn. I promised to do a detailed story, but now I understand that it seems I can't. I'm sick, and I poured myself a drink, it does not help. Let's do this: I'll spare your nerves and tell only the essence of what happened, and then you can ask me in the comments what you want. If someone after this I will unsubscribe, I won't mind.

So. We four were friends and studied in parallel classes, there were the usual misfits pubertal yard pitaniem. But Iliya and we were friends. Ilyusha made us infuriated. He was not really mentally retarded... or was. How else do you call someone who always smiles, everyone believes, is not able to fight back, but also to defend their views in a dispute. Qualities such as sincere kindness and credulity, are not listed among the grey buildings, like factory soot and dirt of a provincial industrial town. In the context of the harsh reality these we regarded as a weakness. It was not the way it should. Not ready to survive, called the fate of the teeth, and ready only to be touched, surprised and popping big, as the girls eyes.

That day we climbed to the territory of the district asylum, and he stuck right with us. Well as slipped - it is not difficult, if the concrete section of the fence just lying in the grass. The hospital was quite large and consisted of several buildings. Stood alone maternity, children's, infectious diseases Department and a small morgue - the source of many horror stories told around the campfire. The hospital is still in place and working, I go past her in their rare visits to my parents on the way home from the bus station.

The area of the hospital especially wasn't protected and promised plenty of fun. We messed around on the outdoor swing established for patients under the trees. Tried to find a crack in the window of a gynecologic office. Smoked one cigarette at all, going for outbuildings. Ilyusha was hassling us and asking stupid questions, refusing to back off, than continued to rattle us. The secret leader of our team, the Pasha, when he got bored of humiliating stupid only smiled in response, Elijah told him to move away and gathered us around him with conspiratorial views. He came up with "Sega" idea how to get rid of us dokimasia asshole. If we just beat, home beat us themselves, as it has already done.
Would be better if we beat him then.

In the corner of the hospital grounds, among the thickets for unfinished and already beginning to break up a new body, was the medical waste dump devoid of grass and covered with ashes Piglet with a number of warped garbage cans, and another tank for combustion, almost entirely dug into the ground. It was a large steel box or container, the same as the traders in the market. Half the roof was cut, it was replaced with crudely welded grid of rebar, apparently for ventilation; the other half was huge sunroof, which dumped waste for incineration. It burned in every hospital that can't take to the dump: used "hepatitis" needles, bandages, expired medicines, blood-stained cotton wool, cut out appendixes and, according to rumors, the consequences of abortion too. The box acted over the world and smelled awful fumes and gasoline. Fully smoked inside, he swallowed all the sunlight that penetrated through frequent the bars.
In the corner of the yard and we took docile a child who just kept smiling. Still, after all his best friends have conceived some new interesting game.

The idea of Paul (wonder where he is now, if still alive) was simple as five cents. He confidentially spoke to Ilya, taking him by the button. Explained that we're all tough guys. We, they say, the brotherhood of real men. And you, of Iluh, a real man? (Poor fool happily nodded.) Want to be friends with us, so like a brother, and all for one? Then first have to prove that you're the man. See Luke?

Well, you understand. To the honor of Elijah, even he hesitated at first whether to go down there. But Pasha could be damn convincing, and many were required to breed such as Ilya? Chuckling and groaning, we opened the hatch, made of loops placed on a single piece of thick steel, and our future "brother in blood" descended into the darkness on the inside welded to the brackets. The hatch above his head was instantly Soapnut and eyelets for a missing lock someone drove a stick.

Deafened by the rumble of the hatch, barely caught in the grey light diluted the darkness, he finally realized that it held. Destroying the legs invisible nasty trash, accumulated since the last burning, he looked under the bars and began to pull his hands to us, with smiles standing on the grate. This continued for about five minutes. Barely visible, he staggered from one wall of the container to the other, like a blind kitten in search of a way, packas in soot, crying and repeating over and over again their prayers: "Guys, let go, Oh guys, please, release". He was obviously very scared. At some point in the concert, we were tired, and we began to discuss the prospects to go on the pontoon and catch a few of the bleak, while it was still light. It seems he calmed down in his underground cage, and then our conversation was cut short his mad cry.

Vzdrognul all, when he heard a squeal turning into a hysterical cry: "there's SOMETHING THERE MOMMY there's SOMETHING THERE". Mathnawis, Pasha leaned over and tried to see what is happening through the bars, at the same time asking, what the fuck are the yelling as the victim. Ilya did not react and continued to squeal about how "something" "is" and "crawling" to him. Apparently, he huddled in the far corner of the container. Us there was nothing to be seen, and his cries - and heard.

And suddenly Ilya became silent. The silence seemed cotton, only rustled at the bottom of some packets our prisoner.
- Rats? - managed embarrassment to ask me. Pasha shrugged. All was not myself.
At this point, out of the box screamed again, but the screaming not only lost all clearandselect, but have some completely inhuman. I even thought that scream several voices. Yet it seemed to me that the cry weaves something akin to a muffled, but shrill roar kids, as if crying behind the wall, or even across the apartment from you. In the hatch banged.

Exchanging glances, we rushed to the hatch. A piece of wood flew into the Bush. Standing around and pushed his fingers into the gap, we began to raise the lid. Creaking steel sheet began to rise, and the more I become a black gap, the louder sounded for a second, even to breath, not stopping the scream. It turned out that the three of us stood on the sides of the hatch, clutching his fingers with whitened nails, while Pasha helped, crouching down in front of him. He saw Illya. And something else. We only noticed his open eyes. Issuing a wet gurgling sound, Pasha, the most rigid of us a guy whose father did not disdain on occasion to teach his son on the back leaves real scars antiquated methods Pasha jumped from the hatch and piss right in your cool new jeans.
When he let go of Luke, we only had time to draw the hands so we don't pinch your finger. Heavy lid fell with a crash into place, and then immediately jerked and jumped a few centimeters from a few blows inflicted from the inside.

All that was then - panic running headlong, followed and have not stopped howling.

~~~

I did it. I told you everything. The rest of the story can be summed up in one paragraph. When he came to his senses and catching his breath, we came to the pontoon. Pasha hung on the railing with her back to us and stood there, looking at the water, seemingly without any emotion about the infamous stain on his pants. That evening we were able to extract from him one single phrase, and he never opened his mouth on this topic. Generally lost the habit of a clown, was quiet and generally as if truly... gone. We saw each other less and looked away, sitting next. Like I said, the company broke up. At sunset, before you leave, we swore no one and nothing to talk about today.

Elijah found a week later, when he raked the ashes and unburned trash from the container. Yes, the garbage at first burned, not looking inside. All of us spoke a tired policeman, but to no avail. Officially an accident. The container is then buried with a tractor. Don't know what to tell you.

Oh, and the only words of Pasha in the evening on the roof: "It was sitting on it. They were all over his head".

>>364167
толсто

>>364167
Давненько уже никто не забивал текст в гуглопереводчик. Последний раз такое в 2012 году видел, эх...

Это похоже на крипипасту

>>364167
Нафига ты перевел мою неудавшуюся пасту, шизик?

>>364255
Собственно говоря, это ты перевёл пасту с форча на английский, шизик.

>>364262
>Русский
Фикс*

>>364262
Если на форче так пишут по-английски, то я больший американец, чем они. Линк или не было.

>>364262
У меня Vzdrognul all от тебя.

>>364167
>Ilya
>~~~
>Pasha
Ууу, все-таки обосрался!

When he let go of Luke
of Luke

>>363787
> Паша отпрыгнул от люка и нассал прямо в свои крутые новые джинсы.
Всегда знал, что альфачи на самом деле не являются мужиками.

>>363787
>Паша отпрыгнул от люка и нассал прямо в свои крутые новые джинсы

полупокер ска усокь
он теперь опущь
усасать того чирта :gigi:

>>364625
Я вот этого поддержу
ТС, ты тему приколол ништяк
Но есть ряд вопросов по Паше надо бы их прояснить
Он упорол серьезнейший косяк по понятиям - обоссался прилюдно
За это перед братвой с него должны были спросить как с понимающего
Его опустили или оставили через усок?
Наказали х*ем или шершавым провели?
Гонял ли он в пиздюль-команде?
Как он решал свой вопрос на Тюрьме?
Ты вот эти тем освети будь любезен.

>>364636
Тред про зону - здесь недалеко. Уебывай.

>>366541
матай сам афчарка

>>363786 (OP)
>>363787
Как всегда, начал за здравие, кончил за упокой. Первая половина, слегка заинтриговала, сон, коридор, описание твоих чувств. Но потом, хоспади! Как это банально, сожжённые младенцы, которые облепили его голову.

>>366630
А я, кстати, такой тупица, не просёк, что имелись в виду абортированные сожжёные детишки. Спасибо.