Cemetery watchman sets up hidden camera and falls asleep

Sergey steadied himself a bit, grabbed a stick lying nearby just in case, and went to the door. He opened it and froze. Standing at the threshold was that same girl.

She looked at him pleadingly with large, frightened eyes, shivering from the cold. “Sorry, I’m really cold, the bus to the city is only in the morning. Can I warm up here for a bit and leave right after?” the stranger asked.

“Yes, of course,” Sergey stammered, not expecting such a question. “But aren’t you…” He didn’t know how to ask politely. “Not a dead person?” the girl guessed.

“No, my sister is buried here. We look very similar, or rather, we did.” The girl was tired and sank into a chair.

It was clear she was upset and troubled by something. Sergey offered her tea. She didn’t refuse, eagerly sipping the hot liquid.

“I’m Sergey, and you are?” the guard asked, trying to keep the conversation going. “Katerina,” the unexpected guest replied quietly, looking around. “What’s wrong with you?” Sergey asked.

“You seem scared. Share, it’ll feel lighter.” The girl looked intently at the guard. His gaze seemed kind and trustworthy to her.

“You see,” Katerina didn’t know where to begin, “I’m scared, I’m really scared, I’m being followed.” Sergey’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What a day today, like some mystical thriller. And this girl seems out of her mind. Acting like a city lunatic.

Says she’s scared but comes to a cemetery at night,” Sergey thought to himself, but aloud he asked, “Who’s following you?” Katerina looked away, hesitant to answer.

Her indecision pushed all limits. Sergey couldn’t stand the prolonged pause and said, “You know what the biggest flaw of most women is? They invent problems out of nowhere.

You have that flaw too. If someone’s following you, go to the police, don’t confuse yourself and others. I’m being followed by my own father.

He died ten years ago. So the police won’t help here,” Katerina replied. Sergey was even more surprised.

“She’s definitely crazy. How can the dead follow anyone?” Katerina noticed the confusion in Sergey’s eyes. She knew that look.

It’s how people look when they think she’s insane. They twirl a finger at their temple and say the asylum is calling. She was tired of proving otherwise…