1.

- Pashkaaaaa, - Inga once again began to whine, stomping after the guy along the narrow forest path, - stop wriggling, piss about what you decided to make there for a surprise.

“But then, it will not be a surprise anymore,” he responded, casting a laughing glance over his shoulder. - Be patient a little more, we almost came. - Slightly taller than her, lean, dark-haired, with a warm smile, he walked in front, following only his route.

- Dragged, where Makar calves did not chase - grumbled girl, looking around. The sun was setting over the horizon, taking with it the fertile heat, the air noticeably freshened.

Big-eyed face with a swollen mouth, a long taut red braid, a curved appetizing figure with slender legs. She was wearing short denim shorts and a jacket, a black T-shirt and a small leather backpack, where all the simple girl's necessities fit. When Pasha said that there was a sortie on nature, he insisted that she put on high boots with thick soles. Whatever it was, but, despite the marching conditions, Inga still continued to look forward to a passionate tete-a-tete, and therefore put on a dress so that even the traveling version emphasized its roundness in the most seductive way. She will be his Lara Croft.

It all started with the fact that she wanted to spend a romantic night in some unusual place. Well, what is this? All girls periodically express a similar desire. Who knew that Pasha would approach the question so seriously. No, if according to my conscience, she would have been completely satisfied with dinner on the beach or something like that, which they still show in romantic films - a warm blanket, a crackling fire, a bottle of red wine for two and a starry sky overhead, so deep and black, what seems to be about to topple into it.

Inga obediently followed the guy, annoyed that because of the backpack behind his back she could not see where the path led, so all she had to do was stare at the sides. Having once again turned its head, the girl was suddenly dumbfounded: between the trunks of trees from a young overgrowth, the rickety crosses blackened ...

- P ... Pasha ... - the evening fog with milky veil was spreading over the lowlands, which made the spectacle even more creepy - is that a cemetery ?!

“Oh, yes,” Pasha laughed, “it's very old.” Do not worry, everything is peaceful here. Before the revolution there was even a chapel, though nothing was left of it for a long time.

- Well, stop, guide horseradish! - In two jumps Inga caught up with the guy and clutched his arm, hanging anchor. “If you don’t tell me right now where we will look at the night, I turn back!” - so that something, and even the meek dead did not tally with her romance.

Pasha breathed out with a noise, reluctantly looking away, he ideally wanted to keep the intrigue until the last moment, but Inga was determined.

“Okay,” the guy gave up, taking her hand and dragging her along the path, “a friend told me about this place.” You may remember him, who is learning from history. So, they came here to one of the summer practices, they had some kind of excavation here. Not the essence in general. In short, a real noble estate was located not far from this cemetery. Now there is almost nothing left of her, but among the local old-timers there is still a legend about the damned twin.

- Damned twin? - She asked. Inge caught fire curiosity. She loved to tickle the nerves with all sorts of horror stories, but Hollywood thrillers with beaten stamps no longer satisfied her satiated imagination. - Tell me.

“Listen,” Pashkin’s warm hand squeezed her fingers tightly, while his focused gaze was fixed in front of him. - The story began shortly before the war of 1812. The local landowner was an old count who had two twin sons.It so happened that when Napoleon announced the invasion, one of the brothers went to fight the French, and the second stayed with his elderly father. Soon the old man received the news that his son had heroically laid his head on the battlefield in the name of the Fatherland. The count's heart could not bear the loss, and he died suddenly, and the second brother entered into legitimate inheritance rights.

“It's sad,” Inga sighed.

- Listen further. Somewhere a year after these events, people began to die in the vicinity. I don’t know how, but the villagers came to the conclusion that the ghoul was to blame for everything and, moreover, there were witnesses who saw the body of the last victim of a man resembling a young count.

- Yah?! - Inga vytaraschilas. “What was sitting right there above the corpse, waiting for it to be noticed?” I do not believe!

“Well, the villagers didn’t repair the investigation,” continued Pasha, “they armed themselves with pitchforks, a dragon, and set fire to the estate. The count was captured and killed according to all the rules of popular superstitions - a stake was pounded in the heart, a head was torn off, a bag of stones was tied to the body and drowned in a swamp.

- What a horror - Inga already cringed. - The enemy does not want this. So what? Now the ghost of the innocently killed wanders around the neighborhood, scaring tourists?

- Steeper, - the boy flashed his eyes. - They say that the count was a vampire. Only now they killed the wrong ...

- What?!

“If you believe the legend, the damned twin did not rest.

2.

It was difficult to even name the ruins of the “Count ruins”. If, after the legendary fire, something remained, now it was only the stones of the once strong foundation left from buildings that could hardly be guessed from grass and moss. If people do not intervene, then soon the forest will completely absorb this place.

- Damn, well, you uchudil, - grumbled Inga, watching as Paul sets up a tent. - Arrange a night near the old cemetery, and even on the ruins of a destroyed manor whose owner was killed because they decided that he was a vampire!

“But you like such stories,” the guy grinned without turning around. - Who bought all the parts of “Twilight”, am I?

- Ass with a finger, do not confuse! - Inga broke out. Yes, she liked movies about vampires, she even thought that fanged guys were sexy. Last Halloween, Inga made Pasha's jaw wear. But one thing at home on the couch to have fun and quite another here to sit down. Yes, she never falls asleep in such a place!

The girl climbed into her bag, took out the napkins, then took the flashlight:

- I'll go pee.

“Yeah, don't forget the garlic,” he answered.

- What for? - she did not understand.

- Suddenly, the vampire will grab the ass for as long as you are going to grumble without your underpants.

- Fool! - Inga snapped and, unfolding, rushed for the trees.

- If that - call! - Laughing after Pasha.

No, she knew with her mind that he was just teasing her, but the measure must also be known. She has nerves and so on, and Pasha Hochmit with might and main. What did he think when he decided to bring her to this place?

Having satisfied her little need, the girl pulled on her shorts, took a flashlight and was ready to return when her attention in the thickets of blackberry attracted something resembling a dungeon entrance. Inga rushed back as if she really could be caught and dragged into the gaping impenetrable darkness of a stone pharynx. Naturally, she told Paul about the discovery.

- You want to say that you can stay calm, not knowing that there is down there? - armed with a tourist hatchet and grabbing a lantern, Pasha went in the direction indicated by Inga. She nervously galloped after her, mentally cursing her long tongue. It was necessary to keep silent, then I would not have to go anywhere on the crown. No, Pasha asked her to stay at the tent and wait for him, but who in his right mind would agree to this?

“Over there,” Inga pointed to the shallow gully overgrown with wild blackberries. On its opposite side, on the very edge, a huge sprawling oak tree grew, and below, under its thick roots sliding down from the slope with thick roots, a mysterious course began to turn black. - Well, maybe it? - the girl timidly smacked the guy by the hand. - Let's go back.

- Not ...