Have you ever noticed how different you could react on a situation depending on a common mood of a season? During Christmas time you are waiting for the presents, on Valentine Day you are subconsciously expecting a little romance in your life and on Halloween scary stories are flying in the air around you even if you are a very realistic and sceptical person like me.
I never believed in a poltergeist. On the contrary, my friend Natalka is a very strong supporter of this idea. She used a million facts to convince me that this phenomenon exists. They did not work. One evening she asked me to pick her up from her deceased grandmother cottage, which she was making ready for winter. It happened in the late autumn when the trees are naked and fallen lives lost their festive appearance and are lying under your feet like a torn old rug, which needs replacement. All of the pumpkins along the road, none of which had a scary face, were smiling cheerfully toward me. Driving along an old village road and looking on the clouds, I was thinking of little ghosts that are dancing their funny dance in the sky. Soon the fog had been growing thicker and I couldn't see two metres in front of the car. An image of a steaming bowl of soup and thick, burnt sent of roasted coffee started to surround me. Natalka can cook like a real chief and different images of tasty food started browsing my mind. It was very late when I finally found the cottage. The house was gloomy and dark. I knocked on the door and took a deep breath trying to find out which treat Natalka prepared for me. For my embarrassment only smell of burned candles was tickling my nose. The door opened and an old woman appeared in the doorway. She just opened the door and let me in. I made a step in and stand still - she was Natalka's deceased grandmother. " All dead people will come soon", she whispered. Her voice was harsh and unreal.
