Ночная смена

Vy reshilisʹ otpravitʹsi͡a v stranstvie po zakoulkam koshmarov, tai͡ashchikhsi͡a za granʹi͡u realʹnosti. Zdesʹ t͡sarit tolʹko bezumie i panika. Zdesʹ vse, chto kazhetsi͡a nadezhnym i znakomym, mozhet obernutʹsi͡a smertelʹno opasnoĭ lovushkoĭ. Dazhe dnevnoĭ svet zdesʹ prosachivaetsi͡a skvozʹ nochnui͡u tʹmu…<br><br>Za povorotom dorogi - mir, gde pod maskami li͡udeĭ taitsi͡a Seroe Zlo. Zlo, v kotorom net ni iskorki chelovecheskoĭ dushi.<br><br>Novyĭ povorot - i vot on, gorodok, gde sverkhsovremennai͡a mi͡asorubka obrela svoi͡u sobstvennui͡u voli͡u i razum.<br><br>Eshche povorot - i trizhdy raskai͡utsi͡a te, kto stolknetsi͡a s oderzhimym Gazonokosilʹshchikom. Potomu chto v glubinakh ego izlomannoĭ dushi taitsi͡a Smertʹ.<br><br>I opi͡atʹ doroga delaet povorot - v shkolu vozvrashchai͡utsi͡a mertvye, vozvrashchai͡utsi͡a s zhazhdoĭ nesti gibelʹ zhivym. I nado prodatʹ dushu dʹi͡avolu, chtoby dʹi͡avola pobeditʹ...<br><br><br><br>Chitaĭte sbornik rasskazov "Nochnai͡a smena" imenno takim, kak ego zadumal Stiven King!

You decided to go on a journey through the backstreets of the nightmares lurking beyond reality. Here there is only madness and panic. Here all that seems reliable and familiar can turn into a deadly trap. Even daylight is seeping in here through the night...

Behind the bend in the road — a world where the masks of Evil people lurking Grey. Evil in which no spark of the human soul.

A new twist — and here it is, the town where modern chopper gained its own will and mind.

Another turn, and three times repent those who encounter the possessed Lawnmower. Because in the depths of his broken soul lurks Death.

And again the road makes a turn to school, come back dead, back with a thirst to bring death alive. And it is necessary to sell soul to devil to devil to win...



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