Girl stalker 12

“Tell me more,” Katya clapped her hands, “and then let’s take a break, I’m hungry.”
“Yes,” Olga agreed, “it’s time for us to rest, it’s already dark, and it seems that blood has leaked through the bandage, we need to change it.” Okay, let me tell you everything to the end, there’s just a little left.
I remember well the day we set off - it was the thirtieth of April, and the first overnight stay in the Cemetery was from the thirtieth of April to the first of May, just on Walpulgis Night.
Before going to bed, Nadezhda took a huge pack of salt from her backpack, cut it, and scattered it around. Our tent ended up in the middle of a circle of salt.
“And why did she do it?” Katya was surprised, “was she protecting herself from insects?”
“I also thought so at first, but Nadezhda said that the place where the Burial Ground is located is famous for the fact that in ancient times witches and their assistants, Fears, performed their rituals here, and so, like the night that we had to spend on this earth, was magical, that is, Walpurgis Night, that is why my sister’s friend put protection around the tent from evil spirits.
“Wow,” Katya clapped her hands, “have you found yourself in a scary fairy tale?”
“If you knew what happened to us that night, you would never have agreed to go on this hike with me!” However, friend, let's cook dinner already. Fairy tales are fairy tales, stories are stories, but we need to have dinner. It’s good that it’s autumn now; in the summer there were so many mosquitoes and midges that they didn’t allow the fire to flare up! They simply flew en masse into the flames of the fire and extinguished it at the cost of their lives.
When dinner was over and Katya bandaged Olga, the friends settled comfortably in the tent, it turned out that no one wanted to sleep. Olga had to tell the continuation of the story.
“Katya,” she turned to her friend, “do you know the name of the village where the Cemetery is now located?”
“Of course, I know,” Katya answered after a slight pause. “There used to be a small village here with the beautiful name Sirenevka.” In the center there were several five-story buildings, a school, a kindergarten, several administrative buildings, but mostly there were one-story, village houses. The village was small, I remember this well; at one time my mother brought me here to visit my grandmother for the summer. And when my grandmother became old, and we moved her to our city, we sold her house to some cool businessman. Of course, the businessman had no need for his grandmother’s house; he was interested in the land. I don’t know what he built on the site of my grandmother’s house; after we moved my grandmother to our place, I never returned here. But as far as I remember from my childhood memories, in the spring there really were a lot of lilacs here. I have never seen so many lilac bushes in my life. The village was small, as I already said, and it ended not in a forest, but in a huge block of lilac bushes. I had many friends in this village, and when a group of friends and I wanted to go to the river, we had to walk for about half an hour past lilac bushes. The lilac plantation ended with a forest, but beyond the forest there was a river, and beyond the river a real, dense forest began. I was so small that it seemed to me that the plantation of lilac bushes took up much more space than the village itself.
- So this is how it is? Why didn't I know you when you were little? Or rather, when we were both little? Until the third grade, I lived here with my family, I even went to this school.
- Well, probably because when you went to first grade, I was still a very small kid.
- Wow, this is how it turns out!
- What are you talking about?
- It turns out that you and I, so to speak, come from here, from this place!
Of course, I also remember these lilac bushes, and I remember this smell, which made my head spin when spring came. Oh, shh, Katya, did you hear?
- What are you talking about? I didn't hear anything.
- No, apparently it seemed.
- Olya, that’s it, I want to sleep. Will you tell me the end of this story in the morning?
- Yes, go to sleep, friend. But I can’t sleep, I’ll go and sit near the fire.
- Yes, okay, see you tomorrow.
However, as soon as Olga left the tent, she immediately returned.
“Girlfriend, what is it?” Katya asked sleepily, “why did you come back?”
-Katya, you won’t believe it! There, behind the tent, near the big tree...
-What? Why are you scaring me? The dream is gone!
-Don't be afraid! Come with me!
When Katya, who was grumbling and shivering because of the cold, crawled out of the tent, at first she did not see anything.
- Olga, couldn’t you find another time for your pranks? I can not see anything!
- You're looking in the wrong place, friend! Look to your left!
- Oh, my horse!
- Yes, your totem is back!
- Why are you so happy?
- Because it's unusual! Once a totem disappears, it never comes back! Don't you feel relieved?
- Why should I have such a feeling?
- The return of the totem means that we are no longer alone!
-And, if so... Yes, I feel relieved! Olya, can I go to bed now?
- Let's go together! I think everything will be fine now!

“Friend, where exactly are we going?” Katya asked, stretching in the morning, “what we need to find as much as possible.”artifacts - I understood that! Are you taking me to the place where the artifacts are lying on the ground?
- Today is the third day of our stay in the Burial Ground, the day after tomorrow we must return back. The compass that hangs around my neck like a keychain shows me the direction. I don’t know how much longer we have to go, but usually the first artifacts are shown on the third day.
Sometimes it happens that due to bursts of radiation, the compass begins to rotate in the wrong direction, and even misleads, but your totem is with us, and even if the compass lies, the totem will not allow us to turn to where danger awaits.
Nadezhda said that three hundred years ago here was a disastrous place for travelers. Runaways lived here - women who were offended by their family. Now this place would be called a rehabilitation center. It was a community into which male offenders had no access. Of course, women couldn’t do without a man’s hand, but the males who lived here in this village were no longer men in the full sense of the word, if you understand what I’m talking about. These men were called Fears, they were the witches' faithful assistants. Sometimes the knights of the cross, as the fighters against witches called themselves, found their way here, but not a single one returned back. The ancient times have passed, but fragments of magic remain in this place. Back in the 19th century, this village was famous for the fact that real witches lived here. These women could heal; they used forest herbs and tinctures from lilac fruits. My grandmother said that several witches even survived until the beginning of the 20th century.
But let's return to Nadezhda's story.
When Covid began in the country three years ago, it was decided to place laboratories in empty houses where people used to live, as well as in the school premises and in the administrative building. And soon life began to boil here. The most talented physicians and experimenters from all over the country, together with their families, came here to create a cure for the infection. This place was not chosen by chance. There were no towns or cities beyond Sirenevka for many thousands of kilometers. If the experiment had gotten out of control, it would not have harmed anyone! Nadezhda said that attempts to invent a medicine were successful - it was created, but something went wrong. When the medicine was put into production, the whole batch disappeared to an unknown location. After this, strange things began, reality began to distort. People disappeared and appeared out of nowhere. A lot of strange things happened here, but the strangest thing was that the radiation came from nowhere. Doctors began to become seriously ill, and everything indicated that they had been exposed to radiation. Of course, they did not discover this right away; moreover, when it was discovered, they tried to hush it up. But everything secret always becomes clear. The moment came when people began to evacuate. When they tried to remove the equipment, it turned out that this was no longer possible. The map that the tow trucks had turned out to be useless. The house, which only yesterday stood on Zarechnaya Street, suddenly found itself in a completely different place - on Lugovaya Street. But this was still the very beginning. Remember, I said that a batch of medicines was stolen, and so, Nadezhda assumed that this medicine was simply dumped into the river, yes, some other part was sprayed throughout the forest. Nature immediately responded to this vandalism. The trees and bushes began to grow wildly, sometimes the colors raged over the former village of Sirenevka - the Northern Lights could be observed. Well, a lot of such anomalous things happened here. By the way, the thief of the drug shipment was never found.
“Olya, you never answered me,” Katya was for some reason not in the mood today, “where are we going?” How long can you avoid answering? And I'm tired of the horse! Why is she snorting and dragging behind?
- Katya, calm down, I never hid anything from you, you just probably didn’t listen attentively. We are going with you, or rather, we are going with you and your totem, to where the compass points. And he points, I hope, in the direction of one of the workshops where the medicine was created. This is where the artifacts that we need so much are located.