The worst book. From the abyss. Shenderov G.M.

You know what happens if you peer into the abyss for a long time.

from the nightmares living here, do not hide under the blanket, these horrors cannot be curtained on the wall, the cord pulled out of the outlet will not help, not from these thoughts A psychiatrist or dose of haloperidol will be saved. They are waiting, they are selected for you-from the screen of the old cinema, from the muttered graffiti wall of the garage, from the text of the forgotten fairy tale, from under the layer of plaster and wallpaper, from countless holes that connect the world of the explanatory with the abnormalities of the unknown. Any possible and impossible form of that side of being is raging, bubbling, bubbling in thirst to gain flesh. Your flesh. Hear the jaw click? See, the shadow crawls along the wall of the neighboring nine -story building? Feel how the hairs on the neck stand on end? These are myriads of eyes that are already looking at you. Look from the abyss.