Whistler. He’s coming for you. Рамиль Латыпов

the doors so that thieves do not enter.

      – What is there to rob then? – Asked Oleg, a cheerful guy does not communicate with us much, he is a hooligan worse than us, the son of a world boxing champion. Bullies others but is afraid of us. At first, when I just transferred to this elite school, he started flattering me, I had to scare him. Every day I began to put bugs on his collar and said that I would not stop until he left me behind. He has a fear of insects. Here he is behind. We often remind him of this when he forgets. We show the antennae of the cockroach with our fingers. It makes him pale. Serve him a bully.

      – There is one coffin for a hundred thousand. And that’s the cheapest. There is a price up to a million, but this is for special customers. Wreaths of fifty thousand. So they nailed it after we were robbed. He touched the glass. – Armored glass, that’s all too much. You can’t even break them with a shot. And the nails look like military ones. You can’t buy these in the store. On them and symbols, some are drawn.

      I took a closer look. The symbols on the hats looked too familiar to me. It is a pity that all the phones were taken away from us.

      – These are Mayan symbols or even earlier. – Petka said with a smart look. He read a lot about ancient peoples. His grandfather has a large library of ancient books and parchments. – They were found in deserted stone cities in the mountains in North and South America. Grandpa says that this is how the ancient Maya protected themselves from evil. But according to him, this did not help them, and they fled into the forest. Many died there.

      – All this is strange. Maybe we’ll unpack our stuff and play outside. Something scary to me. – Said the quiet boy Andryusha who got the place closest to the toilet. Although there are still three empty beds before him. Will they add someone else to us, we did not know, and he is glad about this position in our peculiar society. We feel sorry for him, but we don’t want to help him. Let yourself learn to deal with difficulties. We’ll keep an eye on him anyway. His mother is a champion in figure skating, she cooks delicious pies. He did not have a father, they say that this is her former coach. I would be sorry not to try her cabbage pies again, because I often went to visit him. He tried to be friends with me so, through the stomach. Although I didn’t want Petka to be enough for me or already gone. This camp pulls me to sad thoughts.

      – Who is the last rotten egg. – Shouted Petka and we ran.

      It was fun to watch others. They take everything seriously. So that Andryusha would not be the last, I left after him. How pleased he is with this, he even put his hand to his chest. I am also satisfied, I did it pleasantly and in my heart as if it were a holiday. The guys did not dare to laugh at me, they would have laughed at him until the evening. Maybe in this camp I will find a new friend or girlfriend.

      Chapter 4 Whistler

      It smells good in the summer outside. The flowers are blooming. Insects fly in their summer mating rituals. All is well under the light of the sun.

      A dark figure is standing near the toilet booth. His clothes were rubbish and in places all corroded by rats. But the number on the chest can be read, under the layers of the clothes of the camp leaders. The figure smiles. For a long time he waited for new victims. He pursed his lips and whistled. From this whistle, insects fell to the ground next to him. The grass turned into black goo. The figure liked what he did and what he was going to do. Strength returned to him after this place came to life again after so many years of silence. Children’s laughter for him is music that gives strength, he has already heard screams, and the pain that he can give them, darkness craves new offerings, animals from the forest can no longer get enough of them, give victims of a completely different level.

      – Let these kids play enough and have fun. I do not like to kill those who are sad.

      And the figure disappeared leaving nothing behind, only death and sadness.

      – What was it? – The fat man Tolik came out of the toilet all cold, although it was plus twenty-eight in the yard. Steam was coming out of his mouth. «I’ve never experienced anything like this, it’s like I’m going to give up eating chocolate before dinner. – Then he scratched his ass and went to the booth. «Well, no, nothing in this world can keep me from chocolate. Even hallucinations.

      The witch smiled in the corner of her senior counselor’s booth. The tarot cards were laid out. All candles are lit. Goat head in pictogram on the floor. The room smelled of sulfur.

      – Everything is ready. She smiled happily, she had been preparing for this day for a long time.

      Nothing was reflected in the mirror in front of her, although she should have been reflected. She liked it. It’s not the first time she’s performed such rituals, and it won’t be the last. But this one is different. She was answered with this.

      Come darkness to my call. Make these naughty children obedient to my will and let them begin to learn, and not misbehave.

      A blurred silhouette appeared in the mirror. Although you can’t make out anything, the view is terrible. The witch’s breathing became heavy, from the smoke that went around the room, she began to cough. And it spoke in a hoarse voice.

      – Your sacrifice is accepted and everything will be fulfilled according to the contract. But you must know that evil will take its toll.

      The blurry silhouette is gone. The room brightened, and the witch fell unconscious, with a sense of accomplishment as a teacher. She could have been taken for dead, but her chest heaved up and down to fill her lungs. She is alive and has done a secret evil that she read on the internet. (From the author. Do not repeat stupid rituals from the Internet, they still will not work all this lies. Evil and so inside each of us does not need to be called upon).

      We, having played catch-up near the house, heard the sound of a siren. So loud and shrill that the bones shook. Why make such a loud sound? A cheerful Edward came up to us. I envied him, before that he spoke so casually with the beauty counselor Yulia. Maybe they are together? Just thinking about it made me hate him. Although then I examined it and realized that it was impossible. But it’s better to know about it. Better to ask directly.

      – Guys, this is a signal for us to go to dinner. We’d better hurry there’s a lot of us here.

      – Are you and the counselor Julius a couple? – I asked, strictly sticking out my chest. I don’t know why I did it. The hormones are playing. Breathing became heavy and the air became stale. Few would dare to ask the question directly. Everyone looked at me like I was stupid.

      – Me, me and Julia together. – The counselor changed in his face, turned purple, and his hands trembled. I didn’t think there would be such an effect. – No, it’s not. I wouldn’t mind, of course. – He was significantly silent. In vain I started talking about this, otherwise he suddenly decided to call her on a date. And by the look of Yulia, she is not against communication, maybe even a summer romance. We don’t have time for this. He started clapping his hands. And he’s more cheerful than I thought. – It’s time. Otherwise, we’ll be late, and everyone will eat for us.

      We cheerfully went to the dining room. Petka looked askance at me, but said nothing. He realized that this summer I was too excited for chatter. All my thoughts were about girls. There were many in the dining room. Twice as many as guys. In total, there are two hundred people in the dining room. It’s not that small, this camp. I already thought he was deserted. But apparently I was wrong. Leaders walked between the rows of hungry children and kept order. Three well-fed aunts stood near the distribution line. Their plump faces said that the food here is hearty, though whether we will get it is a big question. We, under the supervision of Edward, stood in a row of the same hungry children. All under sixteen. Although there are eight-year-olds. And what beautiful counselors here. Each even now print on the cover of a magazine. Who collected them all? I received the answer when we took the food and sat down at the table.

      – Hello