This story happened about ten years ago, so I will not retell it in full detail. In those years, my work was associated with constant visits to construction sites throughout Russia. Once I was brought to St. Petersburg, or rather to the Leningrad region.
I was summoned to the village, which was in the direction of Vyborg. I don’t remember the name, maybe it wasn’t really there by that time.
The most remarkable thing in the Leningrad region is the picturesque places. People rarely come across, perfect silence, and around forests and lakes. On winter evenings, solitude is felt especially acutely, it even becomes eerie. Upon arrival, I crossed paths with the customer (I had to repair him in the bathhouse). We talked, had breakfast and went to the object. It was in the bathhouse that I was to spend several days and nights in a row.
The rest of the day I was busy with the improvement of the steam room. By evening, the customer arranged for me a sleeping place in the same place. Someone will find such a decision unusual, but during the period of work I got used to such conditions and did not object at all. It was not cold in the bath, and the cot and mattress were very comfortable.
The area where I worked was fenced around the perimeter. There were several residential buildings on it, which were about half a kilometer apart from each other.
The only attraction was a wooden church, which stood here, as it seemed to me, for a very long time. The houses were surrounded by dense, impenetrable forest, which gave the impression that I was on a desert island.
At the end of the working day, the owner and I had supper and went to bed. By the way, he also slept in the bathhouse. The building was two-story - the master's room was on the second floor, and mine was on the first floor. My room was small, but it seemed even more comfortable. Behind the wall there was a steam room in which I worked. Before going to bed, I began to read the book as usual and did not notice myself sinking into a doze.
But I was not destined to sleep soundly that night. At one point, I heard a loud noise from the second floor - as if something heavy had been dropped. At first I could not understand what was happening and how to understand it all. Then the creak of the bed broke the silence. From the sounds, it seemed that the bed was sagging under a ton of weight and could hardly bear it. It was completely different from the customer. Slow steps were heard. This creature was in no hurry to go down - it walked from side to side right above me.
I had three options. Run upstairs and figure out everything, get out the window and run for help, pretend to be a corpse. It all sounds ridiculous now, but then all tactics seemed to me equally pernicious.
In the end, I closed my eyes, pulled the blanket over myself and began to wait for no one knows what. By some miracle, I fell asleep, apparently tiredness made itself felt. The next morning, both I and the owner behaved as if nothing had happened. I don’t know how I managed to spend three more nights in the bathhouse, but I finished my work with a clear conscience.