A scary story about the New Year

I saw the door and tried it, but it was locked and wouldn’t budge.

I thought badly, and began to walk around the house, I saw that on

the second floor there was a manhole, through the balcony.

Green wooden railing, and a plywood door.

What a stroke of luck, I thought.

But how to climb?

I saw an iron wire hanging from a snow-covered apple tree, took it

off, made a small detour, and threw the wire up to the second floor..

It caught on the balcony railing.

Turn out.

I began to climb the sheer wall.

I had to climb about five meters in the dark.

He climbed over the railing and onto the flimsy green balcony. The

fence was made of thin boards.

Four of them were missing. The balcony was swaying.

I quickly examined the plywood door.

He ran a black glove over the smooth surface. A little push.

But she resisted…

then I began to violently beat my fist in the place where I assumed

there was a light lock.

Hit hard and loud several times.

Watchmen may come running.