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By the way, there are two windows in the bathroom. One of them overlooks the kitchen in such a way that you can see the head of the person standing in the bath. And the second is made at the same level in a thin wall that divides bathroom and toilet room. Glass of the window to the toilet is broken due to not very successful hunt for mosquito. I remember, there were shards of glass everywhere, I poured floor with blood from the cut hand. I hardly scrubbed dry blood of the frame. I do not understand for what reason these windows were made for and sincerely hate those, who made them.
 
I filled the bath, waited for a while (as I overdid with water temperature) and then got into. It gave me the willies at once. No, I didn’t feel proverbial “presence”"presence” and heard nothing. But by some reason it became cold in the hot bath. Having sitting there a short while, I literally froze over and my skin became goose-bumpy.
 
And then I unwittingly raised my eyes and looked into the broken window that led to the toilet. That I saw at that moment I will never forget.
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I saw a face. Pale, deformed, wide and ugly face with huge black eyes and huge smiling red mouth. It seemed false and incredibly realistic at the same time. As if someone set a goal to create the copy of the most monstrous face on earth and reached the effect of uncanny valley. You’ll never see such mug in the most ghastly dreams. It’s just impossible to describe it credibly. You can only see it, that I won’t wish even to a bitter enemy.
 
I didn’t discern other features, except for scanty black hair, rather resembling a wig. I didn’t even understand what I was afraid of - the face or that was hiding over 2 meters of the wall and that my imagination visualized. My own wet hair on the back of my neck bristled and I tried to flatten myself against the small bath as hard as I could. I wanted not so much screaming as squealing to ease my fear. But I clenched my teeth that my jaw cramped. I had never felt such supernatural terror. The face looked at somewhere, pass me, as if enchanted with the view that it saw in the opposite “kitchen”"kitchen” window.
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