Phantom

 Good or bad?

This story happened a long time ago. I lived and live now in the city of Vladivostok, and then I was impatient to go to enter one of the universities in the city of Khabarovsk. Relatives and friends dissuaded me, their main argument was that there are no less universities in Vladivostok than in Khabarovsk, and I'm going to enter a strange city where there are no relatives or friends!
 Now, after many years, I also think that I was somehow strange. It was necessary to look for a suitable university right here, in your beloved city, but youth, that is why it is called youth, because youth is the time when all your actions are dictated not by reason, but by emotions and desires.
In the universities of the city of Vladivostok, there was no training for the profession that I needed. I wanted to be a holiday director.
In Vladivostok, there was one creative university, which was then called the Institute of Arts, now it is called the Academy of Arts. The Institute of Arts had an acting department, but there was no department for directing holidays.
So I went to Khabarovsk. The hostel was not provided for the duration of the exams. And I rented a room near the Institute of Culture from some grandmother. Together with her grandmother lived her grandson, who had only recently returned from the army. The apartment had two rooms.
I occupied one, the second - a grandmother with her grandson.
 Literature was the first exam. Only applicants who passed the literature were allowed to take the creative exam. I got a B on my Literature exam. I knew Russian and Soviet literature quite well, and therefore I tried to help everyone with writing an essay. Silent requests for help rushed from right and left, I wrote tips and passed them on to those who were suffering, as a result, I barely had time to finish my essay. Only after 3 days I found out that I got a B, but at the moment when I left the exam, I was very unhappy with myself and was afraid that I got only 3 points for my essay.
It was raining, and I was walking under an umbrella and crying.
 With three points, I would not have been admitted to the creative competition.
 I understand that the introduction turned out to be too long, but please be patient, now the interesting thing will begin. Returning home, or rather to the apartment, which was now my temporary home, I burst into tears even more, then I looked out the window, where there was only rain and puddles, then I spread the cards and tried to understand with the help of solitaire whether I passed the exam or not.
 I had not signed up for the library yet, there was nothing to read, my nose was swollen and my head hurt, and therefore, although it was only nine in the evening, I went to bed.
Before going to bed, I turned off the volume lever on the radio, and also propped up the door with my slippers so that it would not close. I was afraid to be alone in the room. In the hallway, which connected my room and the room where my grandmother and grandson were, it was light, the light was on.
Grandmother and grandson were still awake, I heard their voices. I checked again the volume lever on the radio, which was blaring like crazy in the morning, went to bed and fell asleep.
I woke up from the feeling that I was not alone in the room, opening my eyes I saw that a very tall and thin man was leaning over me. He slowly leaned towards me lower and lower. Finally I came out of my stupor and squealed.
Confused in my nightgown, I rushed to the door. The one who was leaning over me slowly walked ahead of me and passed through the closed door. Yes, yes, the door that I so carefully propped up with slippers before going to bed turned out to be closed.
I ran out into the hallway and screamed.
 Grandmother and grandson jumped out of the next room. It is in this sequence, grandmother, and then her adult grandson.
This is in case anyone has an assumption that my grandson has been in the room in the form of a phantom.
 And the person who was leaning over me disappeared. Glancing at the clock that hung in the hallway, I was surprised to see that I slept for only an hour and a half.
 The slippers with which I propped up the door, I later found neatly placed near my bed. The grandson ran around the whole apartment, but did not find anyone else. My grandmother gave me some valerian, and I went back to sleep. At 6:00 in the morning I was awakened by the radio, which I so carefully turned off in the evening. The anthem sounded cheerfully.
 So many years have passed, but I still do not understand what it was, what happened then?
 A few days later, I found out that I got a B for the exam and was admitted to the first creative exam.
 Then later, when all the exams were over and I got to know the guys with whom I then studied for 4 years, I told them this story. One of my new girlfriends was so impressed that she wondered with me for a long time about what really happened, and my second new girlfriend said that I had done a big stupid thing, I had to ask the phantom if a ghostly person came to good or badly.
That's how I should have asked, but I didn't guess! And how can you guess how to behave in such a situation ?! I was upset. I was cold and sad in a strange city, far from my father and mother, in a strange apartment, in a world where it was raining outside a strange window.
A withHave you, dear readers, experienced similar stories?