Restaurant for ghosts. The White Lady

Restaurant for ghosts.
An excerpt from the story. The White Lady
Vitya said goodbye to his friends, and was about to go home, when he suddenly heard a groan. Near the wall of the house at 5 Fokina Street, he saw a naked young man. The guy sat leaning against the wall and moaned.

- Hey, man, - Vitya gently touched the groaning shoulder, - what are you doing? You feels bad?

- No, - the young man raised his eyes to the boy, - I ... I feel very good! She is so amazing! I've been looking for this all my life! I…

The guy turned pale even more and suddenly lost consciousness. However, he soon came to his senses again. His lips turned blue, and every word came to him with difficulty.

- Can I call an ambulance? - Vitya saw that the guy was getting worse and worse - do you hear, do not be silent! I'm running to my friends now, they have a telephone at home, wait, I ...

“I don’t need help,” the young man smiled through force, “I don’t need help!” Can't you see that no one can help me!

Looking closer, Vitya saw that the moaner was not a man, but it was not a spirit either. The boy wanted to help the young man, but suddenly he heard a hiss. A white cloud emerged from the wall of the house. She was a beautiful woman, but her hair was completely white. The woman was wearing a kimono. Standing between the boy and the groaning man, the woman began to push Vitya back. The boy did not even think of leaving, but when he saw that the guy began to come to his senses, he stepped aside a little. The woman came close to him, and the young man smiled blissfully. The white Japanese woman cast an impatient glance in the direction of Vitya. The boy shrugged. If his help is not needed, it's time for him to leave. Vitya turned and took a few steps in the direction of Sports Harbor, but the mirror-calendar suddenly flew out of the boy's pocket and outlined a line in front of Vitya. The boy, no matter how hard he tried, could not cross this line, and was forced to return. He returned on time. There was almost nothing left of the young man standing next to the Japanese woman. Only a smoky silhouette was visible. Only later did it become clear to Vitya what had happened.

This tragedy happened many years ago. A white Japanese woman committed suicide. This happened in the same year that the newspapers he found in the attic were dated, in 1905. The white Japanese woman was a decent girl. She studied at the gymnasium, dreamed of staying in Vladivostok, living in this city, working for its benefit and prosperity. But the girl was treacherously deceived. The seducer was European. Moreover, the deception ended with the fact that the deceived Japanese woman ended up in a brothel. Houses of brothel with Japanese beauties were considered houses of a higher rank than, for example, the same houses, only Korean or Chinese, but the girl, as you understand, did not care about this. And one day she took an oath. And ended her life!

The words of the oath did not hang in the air for long. The spirit of the Golden Trepang Bay turned the words of the oath into mist. The white lady appears when fog hangs over the streets. The spirit of a beautiful woman with white hair cannot calm down for more than a hundred years. She is looking for those in whom the blood of her seducer flows. Sometimes he finds and then the words of the oath flash over the head of a white Japanese woman and her victim. An ikire stood next to the Japanese woman. This is the name of a ghost that appears out of nowhere. However, in this case it was the ghost of a living person. The man was still alive, but was slowly dying. A white girl, hone - onna, drank strength from it. Having committed suicide and uttering an oath, the white girl turned into hone - onna. The ghost of a woman in love. The ghost of a woman in love, sucking the life force out of her lover. Suddenly, an umbrella escaped from the hands of a Japanese woman. The umbrella introduced himself to Vitya, his name was Kasa - obake.

“Dear sir,” the umbrella addressed the boy in a thin voice, “do not refuse my request!”

- Yes, - Vitya was amazed, but tried not to show it. However, during his work in the restaurant, he had seen enough of everything. The talking umbrella was new to him, but in the rest of the situation, the boy did not see anything special. Yes, I am listening to you carefully.

“I want to help my mistress,” the umbrella said sadly, “she and I are very old!” For more than a century we have been living in this world! It may seem sad to some, but it's still life! An innocent person is now in front of the mistress! And she sees him as her offender! The more innocents she kills, the sooner our end will come! Pity ma'am! I'm just an old umbrella, but I can still do a lot!

I'm ready to help, but I don't know how! - Vitya saw that the naked young man would soon completely disappear into the air, and the umbrella kept talking and talking, - Tell me, what can I do?

“Find the real offender of our mistress!” Then I will go to the umbrella paradise, and my lady ... - the voice of the umbrella thinned to the point that it became like a mosquito squeak

- What? - the boy was surprised, - whom to find? I can't hear well! speak louder

And the spirit of the umbrella told his plan. The boy was surprised, but he carefully listened to what Kasa-obake told him. Vitya went to Fontannaya Street, found a wooden house, and slipped the lady's lace umbrella through the open window. Kasa - obake entered the room where she was sleepinga living Japanese woman and a white man. The umbrella smoothly lowered between the Japanese and the Russian.

The young man came to his senses, but his head was still in a fog. Obeying the command of the umbrella, he hurried out of his own house. The Japanese girl hugged her umbrella and fell asleep again. Everything fell into place again. Hone - onna disappeared into the wall, and the man again merged with his soul. Now the resentment of the ghost lady will sleep until the next Japanese tourist from the family of the deceased white lady appears in Vladivostok.
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