Закончить текст it was Friday 13 January. Mr.boyson had just moved into at an old house. the house was built about two

\'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... what\'s 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...