Part Three, the Finale

Sap snatch again. Anyway, here's part three, overflowing with teenage bullshit, cool stories to impress girls, tales like "it really happened, I'm not a troll" and "I swear on my balls it was exactly like that."

We had a girl, a bit strange, as it later turned out her stepfather beat and used her, so the strangeness is generally understandable. She was very clingy, you just say "hi" to her and she's already building dreams of family life with you in her head, grabbing your ass and confessing her love. Apparently by her teens, due to alcoholism and whoring, she ended up in the police station, was registered with the psychoneurological dispensary, and now she has two kids and no boyfriend/husband at 21. Classic.
But in the pine-tree thing, possibly in an attempt to attract the attention of boys - paranormal enthusiasts (us) - she fed us tales that, like, by the factory at full moon every time a ZIL truck with bodies inside drives by, like at this factory people died during WWII, and ZILs took them out at night, and now its ghost walks every full moon, like the time is mystical. Well, the chick seemed cute, so we thought, why the hell not, let's check it out. The one whose parents wouldn't look for him at night, due to a drinking binge, volunteered. So they went, found a secluded spot and sat there. Upon returning they told that "we really saw it, I swear on my balls", in the end the surroundings of the "Pilot" factory became a mystical place for us, they said they saw some men in lab coats there, some fucking Germans, and who cares that they never reached Omsk, to that remark they replied "well, prisoners built a lot here, so they're buried in the foundations" - that became a separate tale. Someone even told that, in the tradition of the best threads about Lovecraftian research institutes, he slipped into '54 and watched those Germans building something, like our district, how our houses looked brand new and "Pobeda" cars drove around. Later I found out that they didn't see any ZIL, but instead spent half the night fooling around with each other. So I became a cuckold again, anon.

But the tale about the creepy shitter is partly connected to a real event. We had a paid toilet in the forest park - a booth with a babushka, 2 rubles to pee, 5 rubles to shit, they give you a roll of toilet paper and off you go to do your business. Sometimes we sold scrap metal to collectively pee and shit there, because outside at temperatures from -25 the dick turned blue in a couple of seconds, urine froze in flight and there were rumors that someone's dick froze off like that, and for us that was very scary. So - in that toilet some supposedly cute [surname removed] supposedly cut her veins after being bullied at school to the extreme. The toilet, naturally, couldn't withstand such a reputational blow, the babushka disappeared from there, and the toilet itself became abandoned. At first we were happy, but then, when the toilets overflowed with waste, we again had nowhere to shit. And we spread legends that if you enter this toilet, lock yourself in, say the name Masha three times - then her ghost will come, and you need to sit in the stall until she leaves. If you come out - she'll cut your veins just like she did to herself. Mostly the idea of telling this was just to make someone sit in a shit-covered stall for more than an hour, and then nickname the person "shitty" and remind them of it for the rest of their life, however the people who sat there told that they really heard steps, quiet mournful singing, crying - even though we stood outside, too squeamish to go in. Probably they did it to not completely lose face, or rather not fall face-first into shit, but it made the legend of the creepy suicide toilet not just a local prank, but a full-fledged district tale, with its own lore.

By the way, about doppelgangers - actually there wasn't that much other information. Babushkas on the bench, on the bus, janitors, old men in windows - all in our understanding were them. And one old man really did walk in a circle all day - came out of the entrance - went into the store - walked to the "Rubin" cultural center - turned around - went into the store - went into the building. And so three times a day, exactly three times. Why the fuck did we follow him? What else is there to do for little shits? I could sit at home at the computer, but my yard friends didn't have one, and I went along for company, as part of adventures. And also because mom kicked me out of the house. There was also a relatively ordinary man who didn't go to work, no. He walked around the district, reached the industrial zone, stood there, then turned around and left. Who knows, maybe he was fired, and he pretended to work, and actually it's a sad story about survival in the capitalist world, or maybe he's just an unemployed dreamer living with his mom, dreaming of working at an oil refinery. There were many more suspects, but I won't describe them all - half of them are pure inventions, the other half - a stretched owl on a globe.

Yes anon, you waited. BARRAGING LIGHTS

Generally, surrounded by factories, industrial zones and thermal power plants, it's no wonder to see some glowing shit in the night sky, but for us they were
1. NATO scouts
2. UFOs
3. Cursed souls of the dead
Mostly everyone retold chthonic cool stories that these were unananki from planet Nibiru coming for our souls, others - that Omsk is the former ASGARD, and these are the souls of the AESIR (you know Thor? I pissed on his face at school). And when a comet flew over the city, leaving a green light in the sky - then everyone actively started talking about it. They said that these were the same entities in the form of gnomes that killed the students at Dyatlov Pass, they look for groups of people and experiment on them like lab rats. Shine, blink, cause fear in everyone - test the behavior of hominids, so to speak, prepare for contact. Another guy, apparently having read a biology textbook, said that these were "atmospheric entities" (in the form of a gnome, as we teased him). Cloud electric eels, as he called them, and said that they glow during mating season. Well, who knows, either this species of aerial whores breeds 365 days a year, or it really wasn't them. And then I saw the pasta about barraging lights and it all came together. That anon told the truth.

Well, that's it, my childhood tales are over, I don't remember anything else interesting, only stories about "the witch babushka from apartment [number removed] who cursed my mother to be a whore" and other stuffy and uninteresting things. I won't say we were outright hooligans - the times were after all more well-fed than the 90s, however there were quite a few street kids among us. Was it a happy time? Of course not, but memory cuts off the bad, so personally I feel only warm nostalgia about these passing stories. Maybe I'll remember something else, but unlikely. Glad I shared. Good luck to everyone, and all that, and I'm going back to read-only.

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