Окончить текст it was Friday 13 January. Mr.boyson had just moved

Закончить текст it was Friday 13 January. Mr.boyson had just moved into at an old house. the house was built about two hundred years earlier. one night john boyson was lying in bed reading. suddenly he heard a strange moaning noise, like a man crying. the cigarette he was smoking went out and the room turned cold. again, he thought he heard crying and moaning about. he searched all the rooms and he decided it must have been the wind. being very tired, he fell asleep, with a lighted cigarette in his хэнд.

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Wake up, man, wake up!, cried the invisible voice again. Now Mr. Boyson could hear it clearly, but... seemed like he was asleep too tightly!

Who are you?, he asked feebly.

I am the house you are into!, was the answer.

Mr. Boyson felt sweat drop from his nose.

What... whats going on? Is it a trick?, he mumbled.

Wake up and stub your cigarette out!, cried the voice. I want to live! I think you too.

The command was so strong that Mr. Boyson woke up with a loud cry.

...He never smoked anymore...
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