Scary bath⁠⁠

Let me tell you a true story that happened in the summer of 2001. I was 17 then and the trees were greener then.
My friend and I went to the country house to two pleasant female persons. The evening promised to be languid and in general there was little that could spoil it. Upon arrival, it turned out that in the dacha, in addition to the girls, there is still a grandfather who suddenly decided to come to his dacha too. “Yes, he is deaf, don’t worry,” we were told. Well, we abruptly stopped bathing (no). Grandfather quietly wandered around the first floor, but we occupied the second and, in general, did not intersect with him. It was getting dark. Our ladies wanted to go to the bathhouse without us. First we, then you. Okay, we didn't really mind. We had a case of beer and a whole free summer. After a couple of hours (!), Our girls returned and said they say the light bulb burned out in the dressing room. Everything else is ok, now it's your turn. I unscrewed the bulb from the nearest table lamp and we went to the heated bathhouse.
It should also be added that from the inside the dressing room door was closed with a hook. But he was slightly unbent and shitty kept in the loop. And the door without a hook almost did not hold and opened, catching up with us the cool night air. Then I found some huge clothespin in the yard, which perfectly pulled off the hook and loop. In general, undress, take a steam bath ... suddenly there is a knock on the bath from the dressing room. Well, we decided maybe the girls came to visit. I open the door and no one. Empty vestibule. The clothespin also compresses the hook on the loop as it squeezed. "Well shtosh" - we decided. Xs .. I heard maybe. We steam further. Huyak, another knock in a couple of minutes. And already louder and obviously from the dressing room to our steam room. We looked at each other, opened ... again no one. Again, the hook is clamped with a clothespin, which means that no one entered from the street. "Fuck. What some dumb shit, ”a friend told me. Basically, I agreed with him. But we decided to steam up to the end. He lies down, I take a broom and manage to make a couple of blows on his back, when suddenly they began to fuck us at the door with incredible force. They beat me hard and as if in many places at once. Well, as if there were three people outside the door, they beat in random places of this very door. Moreover, the sound was very loud, but the door did not move under the force of these blows. Didn't wobble at all. I realized this later, already at home, thinking about this situation. And then we, almost crap, flew out into the waiting room, in a panic began to pull on our pants, when suddenly, from the inside, from the steam room where we had just been, we began to pour the same hard blows on the door. In short, it was the finale for our fragile psyche, and we fell head over heels out of this fucking bathhouse and ran into the house. We fly to the second floor, the girls are already half asleep. And the one who is the mistress of the dacha says: “where the hell is my light bulb? Give me back my light bulb and come back." And we didn't want to go back. But she really hated her fucking light bulb right now and she didn’t want to listen to anything. In short, we went there again. Agreed that a friend twists and I close the door with a key. He pulled out, got out. I lean on the door with my shoulder (it didn’t close well), insert the key, I’m just about to turn it, when I suddenly get a strong push from the inside, from the dressing room on this very door. I got really good at him. In general, somehow, I turned the key and we again shamefully ran into the house but with a fucking light bulb.
The next morning I met my grandfather. They told him this night story. To which he said that we were juvenile idiots and generally got off lightly. They say that at night in the baths the devils soar and people don’t go there at night. Well, we are urban, how do we know these village jokes ...
Such is the story. I apologize for the errors and possible confusion. My first post. In my life, all sorts of different inexplicable things happened. Maybe someday I'll tell you.