Beloved aunt, thank you for saving my life!
Who am I? A die-hard atheist? A believer? No, I'm just a person who had his eyes opened. I was born in Alaska, in Anchorage. I love this city, it’s always in my heart. I spent all my childhood in the beloved city.
But after school graduation I went to Boston, which couldn’t replace my favorite city in my heart. I used to come back to my parents on holidays and spent time with them. One time on a May day I came to Anchorage, got home and immediately flopped on the sofa, old and ugly, but very warm from my childhood memories. Everything was supposed to be as usual. Mom would immediately embrace and kiss me, and then she would go to watch photos together with my dad and recall what a kind and sweet boy I was.
But I will never forget this stay, it turned out to be mystical and inexplicable, and remained in my memory forever.
During the day my parents went to my mom’s sister for tea, and I went to see a childhood friend who lived nearby. We recalled the good old days - oh, nostalgia - and in the evening I went home. I saw aunt Mary near our apartment. She had always loved me as her own son.
Natalie still feels guilty. She believes that things could have been different.
- Hey, Nick, didn’t you recognize me? Did I get that old?
- Come on, aunt Mary, you are just as beautiful and young and haven’t changed even a bit.
We chatted for some time. It was getting dark and I wanted to go home, but Aunt Mary wouldn’t let me, she literally grabbed me and forced to go to her apartment and drink tea with pastries, so I had to let myself be tempted.
I reluctantly followed her. Aunt Mary’s house had always been very cozy, warm and clean, and smelled of fresh pastries, cakes and cookies. We drank tea with a cheesecake which I remembered from my childhood and then I went into the living room and fell asleep on the couch .
I woke up in my aunt’s home and didn’t understand what had happened. My father told me that they had come home around midnight and had seen that our apartment had been on fire and firefighters had been trying to extinguish it for a long time.
He was very scared that I was home, but a fireman said that there were no people there. Then my father saw that the door of one of the apartments nearby was open. But it was impossible! Mary, who had lived in it, had recently died. He went in and saw me lying on the floor – all the furniture had been removed from the apartment by aunt Mary’s relatives.
I was confused and told him what had happened to me. My father was frightened, but he said one thing: aunt Mary loved Nicky very much and couldn’t let anything bad happen to him.
Mom told me that aunt Mary died shortly before my arrival, she must have saved me, because that night a gas cylinder exploded in our apartment.
Before that incident I had never gone to church, had never worn a cross, and had been a real atheist. Now I understand that ghosts, boggards, poltergeists are real. Good thing is that I had no experience of meeting an evil and aggressive creature from the other world. I might have been made to understand the truth: not everything you see is real, there is something that is hidden but we'll see it when the time comes. The supernatural surrounds us at all times and in all places, the fringe between us and the other world is very thin, and can be easily broken. It’s all in God’s hands.
Now, recalling this incident, I say only one thing: "Thank you, aunt Mary, I will always remember you!"