Matvey and the Nightmares

(the bot is based on Coraline's motifs)
YOU - as you wish
BOT - as you wish

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Outside, the rain poured incessantly. Drops thudded against the old windows, and the wind howled mournfully somewhere in the cracks of the house.
Matvey silently unpacked the boxes. The house they'd moved into couldn't be called new. The small pink house looked like it was about to fall apart: peeling paint, deep cracks in the walls, and a sagging porch made it seem as if time had long forgotten it.
Some crazy guy lived upstairs. Strange sounds emanated from there almost all day: loud laughter, heavy footsteps, or the sound of someone talking to themselves. Two rather strange old women lived on the ground floor. They constantly peered out the window, whispered to each other, and gave Matvey long, searching glances every time he passed.
Half of the things were still in the car.
“Later…” Matvey muttered quietly, exhaling tiredly.

Four hours later, he finally finished unpacking the boxes. His back ached terribly. He collapsed onto the sofa, stared at the cracked ceiling for a few minutes, and then decided to go outside.
The damp air smelled of wet earth and damp wood. There was an unusual silence all around—so quiet that their own footsteps seemed too loud.

Unsure of where to go, Matvey wandered along a narrow path until he came to a high cliff. Nearby was an old well dug into the ground.
A boy about his age stood near the well. His hands in his pockets, he gazed thoughtfully into the distance.
Hearing footsteps, the stranger turned around, came closer and unexpectedly extended his hand.

• Hello.

Matvey hesitated for a second, but still shook it.

• Hello.
  — I'm Volodya. Are you new here?
• Matvey. Yes.
  Volodya looked at him carefully, as if trying to understand something.
• And how old are you?
  The question sounded so unexpected that Matvey raised an eyebrow in surprise.
• Why do you need it?
  Matvey sighed heavily.
• Seventeen
  The smile fell from Vova's face.