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A talking doll.

There was an old couple who hired a new maid to help them around the house. The wife had a huge collection of dolls, and the maid needed to dust them once a week. So, one day, the maid entered the room with the dolls and looked at them with disgust. She hated dolls. While dusting, she came across a very strange doll. It was a talking doll, and it had a shoelace in its back. The maid became interested and pulled the cord. The doll said “Hello». The maid pulled the cord again. “I love Mom,” said the doll. The maid put the doll back in its place and continued to clean up.

A few weeks later, while dusting the doll, the maid accidentally dropped it. From hitting the floor, the doll broke. The old woman heard the sound and went to find out what happened. When she entered the room and saw the broken doll, she was very upset. The maid saw it and said, “I'm sorry. I didn't want to break it. I won't do it again.”The old woman looked at the broken doll in sadness, and said that she would not fire the maid only if she promised that she would be careful with the dolls. The maid agreed.

The next day, the old couple left the maid alone at home because they had to leave for some business. The maid was in such a bad mood that she didn't want to do her job. While she was sitting in the kitchen enjoying the couple's wonderful chocolate, a disgusting idea came to her head. She slowly went up to the room where the dolls were kept. She remembered how sad the old woman looked when she broke the doll. The maid took the doll and said, “She must really love these dolls,” and threw the doll on the floor. It broke, and the maid smiled

She liked to tear up dolls. She liked the sound of dolls breaking. She threw more and more dolls on the floor. She was still in her furious fit, smashing dolls when the old men came through the door. The old woman rushed to her dolls. She looked at the maid with hatred, and asked, “What have you done?The husband, seeing how upset his wife was, immediately told the maid that she was fired.

The maid had taken her things, and now her mood was even worse than before. She was so angry that the same night, she snuck back to the elderly couple's home. Knowing that they would be sound asleep, she sneaked into the kitchen, found the biggest knife, and went to the bedroom

The next morning, the maid returned to the house, and behaved like an innocent bystander, telling the police that she worked for the couple. She pretended to be an innocent victim who had lost good friends. She told the police that the old people were loving, sweet, caring people, and she has no idea who could want to kill them.

She slowly entered the house, saying that she wanted to make sure that the old woman's precious collection was not damaged. When she found the talking doll, she picked it up and pulled the string. “Hello,” said the doll. She pulled the string again, and the doll said, “Why did you kill my mom?”

The maid looked at the doll in horror:”What did you just say?”

“Why did you kill my mom?”What is it?» asked the doll. The maid looked on in shock. She pulled the cord again. “Why did you kill my mom? She was a good mom. I loved her very much. Why did you kill my mom?The maid couldn't take her eyes off the doll. She couldn't believe what was happening. “YOU KILLED MY MOM!” – the doll screamed. The maid threw her to the ground and ran out of the house.

The next morning, the maid was found dead in her bed. In her hands was a talking doll. When the investigators pulled the cord of the doll, she began to repeat one phrase: “She killed my mother. She killed my mom. She killed my mom … “

The next morning, the maid was found dead in her bed. In her hands was a talking doll. When the investigators pulled the cord of the doll, she began to repeat one phrase: “She killed my mother. She killed my mom. She killed my mom … “

What houses stand on.

Some builders have such a tradition – to throw a bottle with a message into the not yet frozen foundation. I don't know how widespread it is, but I've seen this action myself several times. A seasoned builder once told me about one of these bottles.

Once worked on a complex of three buildings. At lunch, of course, all the workers crossed paths and whiled away the time with board games and conversations. One of them, already a gray-haired grandfather, (I'm sorry – I don't remember his name) told me a strange story from his youth. Further from his words.

«We once worked at a similar facility, only there were not three buildings, but two. And a small brick house nearby. It had to be demolished in order to level the area for something there. And this house gave us a lot of trouble.

Heavy machines for demolishing buildings, as if by evil fate, constantly broke down on the very day when they were going to be sent there. And since the deadlines were tight, we decided to do it easier – to catch up with people with sledgehammers and bumpers, and manually disassemble. But it was not there. The brisk start quickly turned into a disaster – the handle of one of the sledgehammers cracked, and when swinging the striker flew off, hitting one of us in the face. Okay – they took me to the hospital, with intensive care – but we need to continue. We went back there – it seems to have gone again. Here – the inner wall suddenly collapses and buries two more under it. After that, people began to say that, they say, the house is cursed, and there is no foot – even though they threatened with dismissals and fines.

Demolition was postponed – until the time when the equipment stops messing up. And so, at the same dinner, I decided to take a walk to this «cursed place». I walked around it, not without fear, went inside – the house is like a house. I started examining him. Solid, still pre-war – built, as they say, for centuries. Then one of the walls caught my attention. Several bricks began to fall out in places. He came up and began to pull them out mechanically, grinning to himself – they say, this is how we will disassemble them, brick by brick. And behind them there was a tiny niche. There was just enough room for an old glass bottle. I pulled it out and went in front of the men to show off the trophy. And while I was walking, I tripped and dropped it. My find broke, I look – a piece of paper rolled up with a tube.

After the reversal, I read the inscription (here he almost swore to me that he remembered it exactly): «As long as my will is within the walls of this house, it will be indestructible by human hands.» Moreover, it is written, as you can see, back in Tsarist Russia – the letters are old, and at the end the drawings are some incomprehensible. My grandmother taught me those letters, so I managed to read them.

We looked at the find with the people, marveled, whispered, and went to work – riddles are riddles, but we need to earn bread for ourselves. And now – a miracle, they finally got an excavator and a bulldozer. In general, the house was gone two days later. And I gave that piece of paper to the management – they gave me a bonus for finding it later, although retroactively, without advertising what exactly. «For merits and shock indicators» – in that spirit.

I don't know if that bottle is to blame, but I always throw bottles into concrete now. Of course, we write all sorts of nonsense as a team – names, surnames, dates, «I say hello to my mother wife» and so on. And I always add – «Let it stand on its conscience and be demolished without sacrifice.»

Having finished his story, the old man finished a bottle of beer (don't even be surprised – it's all the time) and began to write his initials on a piece of paper …

That's the story – maybe true, maybe true. I don't know myself, but I know that signs don't just appear in our business.