Mystic stories. Mystical stories from real life. Help from the deceased

We lived with my mother-in-law amicably. She was a doctor, very good. Once I was sick for a long time. Weakness, coughing, no fever. The mother-in-law is calling, we are talking about our children. I cough during the conversation. She suddenly says - you have a basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us in half an hour. He listens to me through his phonendoscope, knocks on the back and says: - Do not argue with me. Get dressed, let's go for an x-ray.

We took pictures. Indeed, I have pneumonia. Exactly as she said. Made me go to the hospital, personally treated me. And after a short time, she herself suddenly dies from a heart attack.

We grieved for her very much. And for some reason I remembered everything, how, shortly before her death, she asked me:

How do you think? Is there something after death?

Once after a bath I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I was still surprised, it just does not open without effort. There was no draft for sure. I followed this, afraid of getting sick again. Drawn by strong coolness. I ought to get up, close the door, but I don’t want to. I do not sleep, but I do not want to get up, I was very tired at the dacha. I have just recovered, if I don’t close the door, I’ll get sick again.

And suddenly I thought:

I wonder if there really is that light or not?

And mentally she turned to her dead mother-in-law:

Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow me away. You are not there, there will be no one to treat.

And the door closed immediately! I think it seemed like that? I repeated:

Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.

Door opened!

Can you imagine ?! We got together the next day and went to church. Candles were set for the repose.

We had a case. On the anniversary of the father, they decided not to call anyone, but to modestly remember. Mother did not want the funeral to turn into an ordinary drunkenness.

We sit at the table in the kitchen. The mother put the photograph of her father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, put a notebook upside down under it, leaned it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka, a slice of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, remember.

It's evening already, we decided to clean up everything. I say that you need to take the pile to the bedside table in your father's room, let it stand there until it evaporates itself. My mother is very rational, she doesn't really believe in all these customs. Says so frivolously: "Why clean up, I'll drink it myself."

As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason at all, crawled along the edge of the table and overturned my father's pile. The photo fell, and all the vodka poured out to the last drop. (I must say that the pile is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to knock it over).

Have you ever gotten your hair moving? Then I experienced it for the first time. Moreover, the whole body was covered with goose bumps from horror. I couldn’t say anything for about five minutes. The husband and mother were also in shock. As if the father said from the other world: “Here on you! You will drink my vodka, of course! "

I ran into something strange yesterday.

Already after midnight, we are sitting with my dear, watching "Midshipmen", and we hear that in the yard someone is swinging on a swing.

Third floor, windows overlook the site and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is a sign to tears - my little one adores them, and I can't get to the mechanism to lubricate.

After a couple of minutes, I became interested: who it was in our childhood fell into - I think there are no children on the street at this time.

I went to the window - the swing was empty, but it was swinging actively. I call my own, go out to the balcony, the entire site is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but continues to swing, increasing the amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam to the swing - a few more "back and forth", the jerk is as if someone had jumped, and the swing starts to stop.

She frightened off some local spirit.

Remembered. Once upon a time they lived in the taiga. And then the passing hunters came to visit. The peasants are making small talk, I set the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder aloud why I counted another person.

And after that, the hunters said that they stopped on the boat in one place, - a pile of brushwood was interested. It turned out that the bear lifted the man up and filled him with dead wood, a leg in a gnawed boot protruded from under the brushwood. That is why they went to the city, taking their boots - to tell them where it was supposed to, to order aviation to take out the corpse and to assemble a brigade to shoot the man-eating bear.

Here, along with the boot, the restless soul must have gotten involved.

We once rented an apartment with my husband and three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. We lived in peace. And one of the cold winter evenings I put my daughter in the bathroom, gave her children's toys, and did something around the house, periodically looking after her. And then she screamed. I go to the bathroom, she sits, cries, and blood runs down the back. I looked at the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger in the doorway and says: "This aunt offended me." Naturally, there was no aunt, we were alone. It became creepy, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.

Two days later I'm standing in the bathroom, my daughter comes in and asks, pointing her finger into the bath: "Mom, who is this aunt?" I ask: "What aunt?" "This one" - answers and looks into the bath. "Here she is sitting, don't you see?" I have cold sweat, hair on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter is standing and looking into the bath and as if meaningfully at someone! With a candle, I rushed all over the apartment to read prayers in every corner! I calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child comes up to the corner of the room and offers some aunt some candy!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came for payment, I asked him who lived here before? And he told me that his wife and mother died in this apartment with a difference of 2 years, and for both the deathbed was the bed on which my daughter sleeps! Needless to say, we soon moved out of there?

My friend lives in a pre-revolutionary building. His great-grandfather, a merchant, also built it. Once she returned from the store, she sees a peasant in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, circles around him, as if dancing.

A friend asked him: For better or for better?

To which he sang: And you will lose a child, you will lose a child !!!

And immediately disappeared.

For a long time, an acquaintance worried about her children, met them from school, did not let them go far from herself. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, to his father. She rarely visits her mother, so one can say that she has lost the child.

I didn’t write about it for a long time, I thought it was my own. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.

Mom on June 26 will be 2 years old as she is gone. I remember how a week before that we went to the beach (no one was sick and was not going to die at all). I saw golden threads from my mother from her head straight to the sky. I have square eyes, I backed away, back, sat down on the bedspread. Eye-catching. I see that my mother is looking at me. I was the only thing I could say: Damn yourself! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I'll see. Mom said: "Maybe I'll die soon?" Mommy, how were you right

Mom fainted for the first time on a chair, I called an ambulance, not screaming in a human voice. And mom, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: "Mom, mom, mom ...", as if she really saw. Then I began to shout: "Bab, leave here, leave her to me, leave!" The ambulance did not recognize the stroke, my mother came to her senses. In the evening everything was repeated and already forever.

It was many years ago. My 91-year-old grandmother died. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and put it in the closet for further burial in another city (this was her request). It didn't work out right away, and she stood there for several days.

And during this time, a lot of something inexplicable happened in the house ... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone's gaze (reproachful) during the day. Everything fell out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to walk past the closet and did not even go to the toilet at night ... We all understood that the restless soul was toiling and when my father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed with us. Granny! Forgive us, we must have done something wrong!

Mom told me three days ago. We stay up late, including schoolchildren. By midnight it is only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, but a rare dog will bark. The night birds have already stopped singing, they are preparing for the fall. Further with my mother's words.

I woke up from the fact that someone knocked on the second door of the corridor (the first one is wooden and bolted, the second is modern metal). The knock was not strong, and they were knocking as if with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out into the street without asking, and the grandfather closed the door after smoking. But the clock was almost 2 am, the house was quiet - everyone was asleep. She asked "who is there?" The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child's voice said: "It's me ... let me go." The yard dog and the two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked "who is there?" The knocking stopped altogether.

I have a very rational mother, she does not suffer from visions. She spoke very disturbingly. We need to know our family, especially our mother - she does not believe in anyone, she is not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what is this nonsense?”, But like that. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she did not sleep.

Real mysticism from real life - completely mystical stories ...

“As happens in some films…. We have moved from a new house to a very old one. It was just so convenient for us, for some reason. Mom found a photo of the house on the Internet and immediately "fell in love" with it.

We moved there. We started to get used to it and look around…. Once, when we had already started planning a housewarming, I was terribly shocked. Now I'll tell you why. I went out on the porch in the evening to admire the stars. Ten minutes later, I heard some strange noise (as if someone was moving the dishes from one place to another). I came back to see it. When I approached the kitchen door, I saw something richly white slip out of its door. I was scared of course, but I never realized what it was.

Several days passed. We were expecting guests from afar. They were going to spend the night with us and we made a small rearrangement in the room (so that people were more comfortable and comfortable with us).

The guests have arrived. I was calm as nothing supernatural was happening anymore. But! The guests told me something completely different. They stayed overnight in one room (in the same one in which we specially made the rearrangement). Uncle said the bed was shaking and rocking under him. The second uncle assured that the slippers themselves "rearranged" under the bed. And my aunt said that she saw a dark shadow sitting on the windowsill.

The guests have left. They hinted that they would never return. However, our family is not going to leave here. Nobody (except me) believed in these "fairy tales". Maybe it's for the best. "

The story of three dreams

“I had an interesting dream. More precisely…. Several. But I decided not to "climb" into the dream book in order to accumulate my dreams even more.

The first dream was that a friend said: "I am pregnant." I haven't called this friend for three months. We did not see each other even more. The second dream was also pleasant. I won the lotto. What have I done? The result of dreams was not long in coming ...

I called a friend and she said that her father-in-law had died. This means that pregnancy in a dream "gives birth" to death. And my second dream came true: I won fifty dollars in the lotto. "

Mystic cat or real fiction

“My husband and I live in the apartment of my grandmother, who died seven years ago. Until the moment we moved here, this apartment was rented to six different tenants. We did the repairs, but not completely. In short, we settled there…. And I started to find strange things in the rooms. Now some pins are scattered, then fragments (completely incomprehensible to me). Grandma started dreaming. In the evenings I saw her in several mirrors.

A friend advised me to get a black kitten urgently. We did it immediately. The kitten avoided mirrors. And in the evening, when I passed them, he jumped on my shoulder and began to hiss eerily, casting a glance at the reflection in the mirror. And the kitten does not fit her husband at all. I don’t know what it’s for. I do not know why. But with the kitten we are somehow calmer. "

Mystical shell

“My boyfriend died. Killed while riding his motorcycle! I don’t know how I got through it. And I don’t understand if I survived. I loved him very much. With such force that I went crazy with love! When I found out that he was no longer there…. I thought that they would take me to a psychiatric hospital forever. A month has passed since his death. Naturally, I grieved no less. I wanted to bring him back to this world. And I was ready to do anything for this.

A classmate gave the address of a magician. I came to him, paid for the session. He whispered something, hummed, squeaked…. I watched his behavior and stopped believing in his "power". I decided to sit out until the end of the session. And it's good that I didn't leave earlier. Fiol (that was the name of the magician) gave me something in a small box. He told me not to open the box. I had to just put her under the pillow, constantly remembering Igor.

And so she did! True, my hands were shaking a little. And lips (from fright), because it had to be done in the dark. She tossed and turned for a long time, could not even take a nap. It is a pity that it was impossible to drink sleeping pills. I did not notice how the dream visited me. I dreamed that….

I walk along a narrow path to a bright light. I walk and hear a declaration of love, which Igor was continuously whispering to me. I walked, walked, walked…. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. It was as if my legs were leading me somewhere. My uncontrollable steps accelerated.

He said the following:“I am needed here. I can't go back. Do not forget me, but do not suffer either. There should be another next to you. And I will be your angel .... "

He disappeared and my eyes opened. I tried to go back - nothing came of it. I grabbed the box and opened it. I saw in it a small gilded shell! I do not part with her, as well as with the memories of Igor. "

The beautiful story of an ugly girl

“I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I am the most - the ugliest girl in the Universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I could not believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.

I was twenty-two, but I hadn't met anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the way I ran from my own appearance.

I decided to go to Kiev to distract myself and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music ... .. I don't know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart yearned for this city. It is in this one, and not in any other!

Travel time passed quickly. I very much regretted that I had not had time to enjoy the road as it should. And nothing happened to take pictures, as the train was rushing unbearably fast.

Nobody was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those whom I met. I stood for three seconds at the train station and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel I had booked in advance.

I got into a taxi and heard:"Are you the girl who is not sure of her appearance and still has no half?"

I was surprised, but answered yes. Now I am married to this man. And how he knows all this about me is still a secret. " He doesn't want to admit, he just flatly ...

When it comes to strange, seemingly inexplicable things, ghostly anomalies that do not have a scientific or other common explanation, we attribute mysterious and even magical qualities to these things. I would like to present you with a list of 10 strange, unsolved cases from life, for which no one has ever found an explanation.

10th place. Coal poltergeist

January 1921

Purchasing coal for his hearth in winter, Mr. Frost from Hornsey (London) had no idea how dangerous this purchase was and how much trouble a seemingly ordinary coal could bring. After the first batch of solid fuel was sent to the fireplace, it immediately became obvious that it was somehow "wrong". Red-hot coal stones exploded in the furnace, destroyed the protective grate and rolled to the floor, after which they disappeared from the field of view and appeared only in the form of bright sparks in another room. This did not end there. The Frost family began to notice strange things in their home, knives and forks floated through the air, as if they were in open space. The Reverend Al Gardiner and Dr. Herbert Lemerle witnessed an unusual and frightening phenomenon.

There were several versions of the devilry taking place in the Frost house. Skeptics attributed all the blame to the sons, who allegedly decided to play a prank on their parents. Others were convinced that these were the tricks of the miners who mixed dynamite into the coal (this version was later tested and refuted). Still others believed that the culprit was the raging spirit of the dead miners, resting in the coal and disturbed by the Frosts.

The latest news remaining about the Frosts is disappointing. On April 1 of the same year, five-year-old Muriel Frost died, allegedly from fright at the poltergeist he saw. Her brother Gordon was so shocked by his sister's death that he was hospitalized with a nervous breakdown. The further fate of the family is shrouded in mystery ...

9th place. Seed rain

February 1979

The coal case is not the only curiosity in England. For example, in 1979 in Southampton, it rained from seeds. Seeds of watercress, mustard, corn, peas, and beans fell from the sky, covered with an incomprehensible jelly-like shell. Struck by what he saw, Roland Moody, who was in the home mini-conservatory with a glass roof, ran outside to get a better look at what was happening. There he met his neighbor Mrs. Stokely, who said that this was not the first time that something like this had happened in the past year. As a result of the seed rain, Moody's entire garden, as well as the gardens of his three neighbors, were covered with seeds. What was the cause of the strange atmospheric phenomenon, the police did not manage to find out.

The unusual rain was repeated several more times, after which it did not happen again. Mr. Moody alone collected 8 buckets of watercress on his territory, not counting the seeds of other plants. Later, he grew watercress from them and claimed that it tasted excellent.

One of the episodes of the series "The Mysterious World" by Arthur Clarke, aired in 1980, is dedicated to this incident. Until now, an adequate opinion regarding the strange rain does not exist.

8th place. The mysterious death of Netta Fornario

November 1929

The main character of the next strange story is Nora Emily Edita "Netta" Fornario, a writer who considered herself a healer, a resident of London. In August or September 1929, she left London and went to Iona, an island off the west coast of Scotland, where she died under mysterious circumstances. Among the versions of her death are mental murder, heart failure, the action of hostile spirits.

Arriving at Iona, Netta set about exploring the island. During the day she traveled, and at night she looked for traces of the island's spirits, with whom she tried in every possible way to contact. Her search stretched out for several weeks, after which, on November 17, her behavior changed dramatically. Netta hastily packed her things and intended to head back to London. She told her friend, Mrs. McRae, that she was wounded telepathically after receiving messages from other worlds. It happened at night, because Mrs. McRae, apparently looking at the healer's chic silver jewelry and fearing for her health, persuaded her to go on the road in the morning.

The next day, Netta went missing. Her body was found later, on a "fairy mound" near Lake Loch Staonaig. The corpse lay on a cross made of turf, was completely naked under a black cloak, covered with scratches and abrasions. There was a knife next to it. His legs were bled as a result of a cross-country run. It is unknown whether Netta was killed by a maniac, died of hypothermia or by an absurd accident. Discussions on this matter do not end to this day.

7th place. Fire poltergeist

April 1941

After finishing breakfast, farmer William Hackler, a resident of Indiana (USA), went outside to get some fresh air. After leaving the house, he felt that his clothes smelled of smoke. Without paying much attention to this, he went to the barn. A few minutes later he returned back to the house, where we found a fire in the bedroom (the house was without electricity) - the walls were on fire. A local fire brigade quickly arrived at the scene and put out the fire. But that was only the beginning of a difficult day for the Hacklers ...

Immediately after the departure of the fire engine, the mattress in the guest room caught fire. The fire was located directly inside the mattress. The fires occurred in different places (including under the cover of the book) and rooms all day. By the evening, the number of extinguished fires reached 28. Having played enough, the fire poltergeist no longer disturbed Mr. Hackler and his family. Those, in turn, demolished the old wooden house and built a new one in its place, made of non-combustible sawn timber.

6th place. Third Eye

November 1949

Students of one of the universities of South Carolina in Columbia (USA) returned late at night from the theater to Longstreet. At one point, they froze in place, colliding with a strange man in a silver suit, who then pushed the cover of a nearby manhole and disappeared into the sewers. From that moment on, the strange man received the nickname "sewer man". A little later, this "character" again made it known about its existence, but in a more terrible case. In April 1950, in one of the lanes, a policeman noticed a man near a pile of mutilated chicken carcasses. The case took place in the dark, the policeman pointed a flashlight in the direction of an incomprehensible object, and was stunned when he saw a man with three eyes. The third eye was right in the center of the forehead. While the policeman came to his senses and called for reinforcements by radio, the mysterious creature disappeared from sight.

The third meeting with the "sewer man" took place in the 60s in the tunnels under one of the universities. The tunnels were then carefully examined, but no clear evidence of the existence of the three-eyed man was found. Who or what is he? Human? Ghost? Alien? Nobody knows, but chance encounters continued until the early 90s.

5th place. Connecticut stiletto

February 1925

For several months, women from Bridgeport, Connecticut, USA were intimidated by a "phantom stiletto" striking the breasts and buttocks and disappearing afterwards in an unknown direction. The victims of an unknown, but quite real criminal, were 26 individuals, whose bodies felt all the pain and torment from the powerful blows of a sharp weapon.

The attacker did not adhere to a certain type of victim, the women were chosen spontaneously and randomly. While the victim was screaming in pain and coming to his senses, the offender quickly ran away, not allowing himself to be identified. Police investigations have led nowhere, the identity of the "stiletto tormentor" has not been identified. In the summer of 1928, the attacks changed dramatically and were never repeated. Who knows, maybe the maniac has aged and began to torment him with artosis ...

4th place. Electric girl

January 1846

Do you think the "X" people are fiction? You are wrong, some of the characters are quite real. At least one. A fourteen-year-old resident of La Perriere in Normandy began to frighten her comrades with unusual abilities: when approaching her, people received an electric shock, the chairs were pulled back when she tried to sit down, some objects were thrown into the air, as if they were light and weightless floats. Angelina was later nicknamed "The Electric Girl".

Not only those around her, but also the girl herself, suffered from the unusual abilities of the body. She was often tormented by convulsions. In addition, attracting various objects to herself, Angelina received painful injuries. The parents considered their daughter possessed by the devil and took her to church, but the priest convinced the unfortunate that the reason for their child's abnormality lay not in spirituality, but in physical characteristics.

After listening to the abbot, the parents took their daughter to the scientists in Paris. After examination, the famous physicist Francois Arago concluded that the girl's unusual qualities are associated with electromagnetism. Scientists offered Angie to participate in research and testing that should make her normal. In April 1846, a few months after the start of the program, the "electric girl" said goodbye to her amazing abilities forever.

3rd place. Another fire poltergeist

January 1932

Housewife Mrs. Charlie Williamson from Blandenborough, North Carolina, USA, was terrified when her calico dress burst into flames for unexplained reasons. At that moment, she did not stand near the fireplace, stove or other sources of heat, she did not smoke or use any flammable products. Fortunately, the husband and teenage daughter were at home, tore off her flaming dress before it burned the unfortunate woman.

Mrs. Williamson's adventures did not end there. On the same day, the trousers in her closet burned to the ground. The fire trials continued the next day, when in the presence of witnesses, for some unknown reason, the bed and curtains in another room caught fire. Spontaneous combustion lasted three days, after which the Williamsons surrendered to an unknown element and left the house. The dwelling was examined by firefighters and policemen, no reasons for what was happening were identified. On the fifth day, the fires stopped by themselves and no longer disturbed the owners of the house. Fortunately, no one was hurt by the fire.

2nd place. Blind reading

January 1960

Immediately, we note that we are not talking about blind people who have learned to read special books by moving their fingers along the bulges on paper, but about a completely ordinary girl, sighted and healthy. The originality of Margaret Foos was that she could read ordinary books while blindfolded. Her father called this phenomenon extrasensory vision through the skin. He himself taught his daughter this incredible skill and hastened to prove the uniqueness of the method to scientists.

In 1960, Mr. Foos arrived with his daughter in Washington DC to participate in a scientific study. For the duration of the experiment, psychiatrists put on Margaret's eyes "protection from the fool" - a tight bandage. For the purity of the experience, the father was taken to an adjacent room. Blindfolded, using only her fingers, the girl was able to read the pages of the Bible, kindly provided by scholars. After that, she was offered to play checkers, to recognize different pictures, with which Margaret successfully coped.

Despite the fact that the girl managed to pass all the tests, the psychiatrists could not explain how she managed to do it. They insisted on their own, arguing that it was impossible to see without eyes, that what was happening was a deception.

1st place. Sniper ghost

1927-1928 years

For two years, a mysterious "sniper ghost" terrorized the residents of Camden, New Jersey. The first incident occurred in November 1927, when Albert Woodruff's car was fired upon. The windows of the car were riddled with bullets, but the investigation yielded no results - not a single cartridge case was found at the scene. Later, two city buses, house windows and shop windows were damaged by mysterious shelling. As in the first case, the guilty and the cartridge cases were not found. The good news is that no one was hurt by the actions of a ghost or a real criminal.

The mysterious sniper traded not only in Camden, residents of the cities of Lindenwood and Collingswood in New Jersey, as well as Philadelphia and Pennsylvania suffered from his tricks. Most often, the victims were private cars and urban transport (buses, trolleybuses), residential buildings. Only in one of the many cases did the witness hear shots, but did not see anything or anyone.

The attacks ended abruptly in 1928. Later, people suffered only from abnormal imitators who wanted to act as the famous "ghost sniper".

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When I was 16 years old, I was carried away. I made layouts to my girlfriends and everyone told me everything, everything is true. Over time, my girlfriends began to bring their friends and acquaintances to me. Then I got tired of all this, and other interests in life appeared, I abandoned all this. But apparently what I have in me still does not want to be silent, and I began to have prophetic dreams. Some are not memorable, but some are very difficult. Here is one of them, after which I am very afraid of my dreams.

I was then 24 years old, and I was in the last month of pregnancy, my husband and I arrived late from a long trip, I was tired, but for some reason I could not sleep until the morning. In the morning I fell asleep and I dream that I am in a shed with two doors, sitting on the ground and in front of me are two snakes. One crawls away from me under the door to the left, and from the door that is directly opposite me comes out my son-in-law Igor (my sister's husband) and goes to the door behind which there is a snake. I screamed wildly in my sleep, screamed that he did not go there, that there was a snake, it would sting him, and he would die, but he did not listen to me, smiled and went through that door.

I remembered one story that happened a long time ago, when I was young. There was a girl in our yard, we were friends with her. We played together in the yard, went to visit each other. Often they gathered at my house, then at her place, she liked to fill out the diaries of friends, which almost every high school student had at school. I grew up with my parents alone, there were three of them. Natasha's mother raised them alone, it was very hard for her. I often gave her my dresses and jewelry so that she could go to the disco, she was very beautiful in them. She naturally had white hair that did not need to be dyed, but only curled on curlers.

At the disco, she met a guy. Young, handsome, also fair-haired, his name was Vitya. They began to be friends, meet, love each other. It took about a year, they got married. The wedding was at their home, I remember the whole courtyard was having fun, they said that what a beautiful couple, how they fit together. Only now I don’t know why, but, both in clothes and in decorations, which were used to decorate rooms for a wedding in an apartment.

Our family was deported to Siberia in the early 30s. I remember an incident that happened to me. I climbed, kid, on a cedar tree, high from the ground. Suddenly it fell off and hung on a thin branch. The soul went into the heels: everything, I think, is the end. There was a crunch, the branch broke off. And I woke up hugging a thick tree trunk. By what miracle did you overcome the distance to the trunk? What kind of unknown force caught me up? I guess. I think I know the answer.

We, the family of an enemy of the people, lived in Prokopyevsk, in a barrack. We were starving. Once, in early spring, I then entered the fourth grade, my mother sent me for potatoes. The collective farm field was plowed up, and it was possible to pick up the frozen potatoes left over from the last harvest. Mom gave me our only bucket, and I went. The tractor drivers didn’t mind that I was plowing on the plow, but suddenly, out of nowhere, a bus driver appeared on a horse. He didn’t like that I was stealing, and he began to chase me away. Hit several times with a whip on the shoulders and back. I had to run away. But you can't really run away from a horse. It occurred to me - to flee in the lake, still covered with a viscous ice mess. I hooted up to my shoulders, I lost the bucket. Out of resentment, he shouted: "So that you are dead!". Having galloped to the water, the ranger wanted to retire the horse, but he reared up and rushed forward into the water! The overseer did not expect such a trick, fell, entangled in the stirrups, and the horse dragged him into the lake. Collective farmers ran to us from all sides. I did not wait to see what would happen next, rushed to the shore. At home, my mother beat me by the bucket. In the evening I went outside and I see an almost brand new bucket among the garbage (one hole in the bottom)! I repaired it and my mom kissed me. The next day I met a tractor driver. “The buster has drowned,” he said.

In the summer, I lived with my grandmother and grandfather. The village, they are somewhat scattered within sight of the hills, far from the asphalt road. River, forests. Parents sent my brother and me there to eat pies, pancakes and sour cream with butter. It was the best time of my life. There were 4 girls and 6 boys from all the villages. Some local, some from the city sent to the air. Almost all the weather. We were very friendly. In the evenings, they burned a fire at the edge of the forest. They brought in guitars and electronic tape recorders. We were all 15-17 years old. They danced, sang songs, rode horses, climbed the gardens.

At the beginning of my story, I will say that no one in my family suffered from mental disorders. This is an out of the ordinary case, which happened to me almost a year ago.

In the middle of a white summer day, I talked with my husband on the phone (we were at that time in different cities) and we had a quarrel with specific threats to life and health from his side, after which I just got hysterical. At this time, the phrase came to my mind: "Do you want help?" I did not understand what was happening to me, and even at that moment, realizing little, I answered: “YES”. It all started the next morning!

When I was 14, we lived in a village, and because of the floods that happened every spring, several families began to move our village to new apartments. Families happily left this godforsaken village for the city. It was not yet my family's turn, so we lived in an almost abandoned village. And, like all teenagers, I and 7 more people climbed through abandoned houses and looked for any unnecessary trash. They played hide and seek, climbed the attics of old houses in search of some interesting object.

And once after school we, as always, met with our own company - there were 3 girls and 4 guys. And again they went roaming around. We went into one house, and there everything was as if no one had been relocated from this house: there was furniture, curtains, everything was as it should be in a residential building. Only this house has been empty for six months already, and the grandmother who lived here has long been happily living in a new city apartment. Well, we, as always, let's investigate the whole house, who fumbles through the cabinets, who climbed into the attic, in short, we were not bored.

I read this story: "A dream for two" and I remembered another case that took place back in the 80s. The case took place at one large enterprise for the procurement and processing of cattle meat, that is, at a meat processing plant.

On the second floor of the plant building there was an administrative staff, and below there was a slaughter and butcher shop. The place of the "lower classes", you understand, is gloomy and bloody, not everyone's psyche can withstand working in a slaughterhouse, therefore, at this enterprise, each employee periodically underwent a medical examination, including a visit to a psychotherapist. She asked her questions and ticked the boxes, if everything was in order with the employee from a mental point of view, but if not, then the latter was summoned to his superiors, offering him "to rest or look for another job for his own benefit."

But then an emergency happened at the enterprise. From the safe, without breaking it, some very expensive tool was stolen, which was used during the work. The police were called to draw up a protocol and Georgy was able to agree with the investigator, for now, to restrain the initiation of the case and return to this issue, only after all the employees of the meat processing plant had undergone a thorough psychological examination, he hoped that with its help it would be revealed kidnapper. Therefore, in order to give the opportunity to an urgently invited specialist to get to the bottom of the truth, this time everyone was checked, not only the workers of the lower classes, but also the upper ones, that is, the entire administrative staff, including the head of the enterprise himself. Let's call him George.

I must say right away that I am a skeptic about everything mystical, but two cases from childhood did not find their explanation.

I spent my summer holidays with my aunt in the village of Petrovskaya Gorka, which is located in the Luga district of the Leningrad region on Lake Cheremenetskoye. Immediately beyond the village was a slope, abundantly overgrown with hazel, ferns and hops. I don’t know, I was there for the last time at my aunt’s funeral 20 years ago. Naturally, our summer boyish gang could not miss such a location - it was our favorite place for playing war and Indians, and was surveyed throughout its entire length.

It was at the end of August, literally in a couple of days I had to leave for the city. Me and my friend Sanya, two twelve-year-old tomboy, went to pick the nuts for the last, though not yet ripe at that time, but already quite edible. And now, walking through our hazel grove (I repeat, thoroughly studied), we suddenly came to a place completely unknown to us. It was something like a shallow ravine, at the bottom of which stood something like a barn or a small hut, seemingly abandoned. We were extremely surprised, because we ran around here almost every day and did not notice this, and in fact in this house it was possible to arrange a boy's headquarters! We decided to see what was inside this hut. But the closer we got to her, the more we were seized by some downright animal fear.

Mystical and inexplicable stories told by eyewitnesses.

Lost in time

I started working as a security guard four years ago, right after serving in the army. Work - do not hit the lying person. Schedule - three days later. You sit in your little room, you watch TV shows. It is not forbidden to take a nap at night, the main thing is to call the central office every two hours, they say, everything is in order at the facility.

Four years ago, most of the premises in the building were empty. There was only one Internet provider company based there. At 6 pm, all the installers locked their office and went home. I was left all alone. And then, during my third shift, something unexpected happened ...
In the evening, when everyone had dispersed, I heard a strange noise. Jerking, thuds and a rough male voice. I tensed, took the stun gun from the table and left my closet. The noise came from the right wing of the second floor. As if someone is hammering on the door and yelling something evil. Only obscene words could be made out. Climbing the stairs, of course, I was a coward. Where are you going to get away from your work?
It was still not dark outside, but there was only one window at the top of the wing, and the corridor was buried in twilight. I pressed the switch, but the light did not come on. On that day, the electricity was intermittent. This is rare in our building, but it does happen. The explanation is always the same: “The building is old, what do you want? There is always something to break. "
I approached the place where the noise was coming from. These were the doors of the technical room. On the other side, someone was swearing and pounding furiously. On the door was a yellowed piece of paper with the words “Room 51. The watchman has the key. But there was no castle! And a thick piece of reinforcement was inserted into the lugs.
- Hey! - I shouted, as firmly as possible so as not to give out a tremor in my voice.
- Finally! - Someone on the other side angrily blurted out and stopped banging on the door.
- Who's there? I asked.
- A horse in a coat! Open up, come on! What are you freaking out about?
The door began to shake again, I realized that it was better to open it before it was broken down. It turned out to be difficult to pull out a piece of reinforcement. He rusted tightly. From this it became clear to me that it was not locked yesterday. After fiddling for a minute, I finally took out a piece of metal from the ears. From the room, almost knocking me off my feet, a disheveled, unshaven man jumped out. He goggled at me and how he yelled:
- Tell me why you did it, huh?
- What? - I thought that this man would explain everything to me, and he accused me.
- Why is the door closed? - he asks still rudely. Saliva splashes. Feisty eyes.
- How do I know? It has always been closed! - I say.
- What are you, a complete fool? - said the man more calmly, and it seemed to me that his face became frightened.
He said nothing more, turned to the exit and walked away.
- Hey! Where are you going? - I came to my senses when he had already left the wing. I ran after him, and without looking back, he quickly went down the stairs and went out into the street.
I rushed to my closet. I took the key and locked the main entrance. He returned again and, having called the central office, reported that there was an outsider at the facility. The dispatcher conferred with someone, then told me to examine everything and call again in five minutes.
I did everything as ordered. I went up to the second floor and examined room 51. There was nothing to look at: just a long, cramped room. An electrical panel with red letters "SCHO-3" and a staircase to the attic. Seeing the stairs, the solution to the "secret of the closed room" became clear to me at once. I put together this version of events: some psycho got into the building, wandered around the second floor, then climbed into the attic along one of the stairs in the corridor, and after climbing down that staircase, I was trapped.
I called the dispatcher exactly five minutes later. He reassured that all the locks were intact, nothing was missing, there was no one else in the building. And then I sat down at the table, opened the magazine and described the whole story in two pages. And he also described his guesses.

In the morning, when I had to hand over my shift, my boss came. I got nervous. He is a strict man - a former military man. He walked through, greeted and sat down to read my report. Then he asked to show the place of the incident. We went to room 51 with him.
The boss examined everything there, closed the doors and inserted a piece of reinforcement into place. Then he announced that I was great. He acted clearly and according to the instructions. I was proud of myself. Only it was in vain. The next day my shift manager called me and said that I had to come to the city. The bosses are calling. He warned that everyone would be reprimanded.
I have arrived. I saw all my colleagues for the first time. I was the youngest among them.
It turned out that after my shift, someone entered the building again. And again to room 51. The guard blinked this case safely. Only in the morning I noticed that a piece of reinforcement was lying on the floor, and the doors of the room were wide open. There was no one inside, nothing was stolen, but the boss did not like this incident very much.
He demanded that from now on, without our knowledge, not a single fly flew into the building or flew out. He said that that company has equipment for several million here and everything is under our responsibility. Ordered that the main entrance was locked immediately after the last worker left. And so that we sit all day and stare at the monitor, as we should.
In short, the boss specifically pissed us off. On the same day, instead of a piece of reinforcement, a lock was hung on the door. The keys were placed on a stand in the security room. Even a new piece of paper was printed on the printer and glued to the door. Almost nothing had been changed in the text - "The key at the security post (Room 51)", and now it was true. During the month after this event, the boss came twice a shift. Sometimes he personally called at night, so as not to lose their vigilance. But there were no more cases, and the severity of the guard post decreased.

Much time has passed since that incident. New firms appeared in the building. Almost all the premises were occupied. A magnetic lock was installed on the main entrance. Now I let people into the building by pressing a button. At night, to be sure, the door was locked with a key. It became quite calm to work.
And something else happened a year and a half ago. True, only I attached importance to this. A new installer got a job in the same company of the Internet provider. When I first saw him, I almost swore. He looked very much like that locked peasant. Only this one smiled modestly, behaved as if he was seeing me for the first time and as if everything was unfamiliar to him.
For a long time, I was sure that this was the same psycho who caused a stir here during my first shifts. I kept thinking about who to say quietly. Even the burden of guilt on myself felt that I was silent about it. Suddenly he was planning something bad: he was sniffing out something, and now he got a job ...
But after a while I realized that this new installer and that madman cannot be the same person. This guy turned out to be completely adequate, simple and non-conflicting. Once we got to talking, and I finally buried my doubts. He was in the city for the first year. Came from the Astrakhan region. I have not been to these places before.
His name was Dima, by the way. I had no reason not to believe him. And I decided that this guy would not throw out any oddities, but everything turned out to be completely different. 7 months ago he disappeared under very strange circumstances ... It happened, as if on purpose, on my shift. There were electricity problems again that day. Dima was haunted by this. He is an electrician by profession, and he is terribly annoyed when something does not work.
- Come on. Everything will be fine in a day. How many times has this happened, - I told him, and he calmed down a little. Stopped running back and forth.
After 6 pm, when there was almost no one left in the building, Dima showed up to me, smiled and asked for the key to the 51st.
- I was already going home, and it just dawned on me that there is another shield there. Let me see what’s there, ”he says. - For 10 minutes, no more.
I nodded to the stand with the keys, they say, take it. He put his bag on my couch, took the key and left. I was fascinated by the series and did not attach any importance to all of this ...
About an hour passed. I folded my laptop, deciding it was time to make a detour and lock the building with a key. And then, getting up from the chair, I saw Dima's bag on the sofa and immediately remembered that he had not returned, although he promised to bring the key in 10 minutes.
Then I didn't suspect anything yet. You never know, the man was carried away by the repair. I left the room, checked the first floor, went up to the second. I see: the doors of room 51 are ajar, and there is dead silence in the wing ...
I called Dima, he did not respond. And then fear tickled in my stomach. I remembered that incident with room 51 and that guy who looked like Dima. And it began to seem to me that Dima was also unshaven today, and his clothes were similar.
I called out to Dima again. Silence. Oh, and I got scared. I timidly crept up to the door ... The open lock hung on one ear, and there was no one inside. I clicked the switch and the light came on. Then a crazy guess came to my mind. But I drove these thoughts away. Dimka left, forgot about the bag, did not return the key. So what? It happens! I did not report on anything.
Only three days later I found out that Dima had not shown up at work since that day. His boss kept walking, lamented: “This is where he got to? After all, he is not a drinker. " I realized that I saw him last, and every shift I asked about him. I thought I would show up and dispel my stupid suspicions. And he was not there. They turned to the police - to no avail.
And now I am sitting in my shifts, I think. But what if the ending of this story with disappearance was somewhere in the past? Then you shouldn't be surprised why Dima started yelling at me ... Of course, suddenly being locked up, I would have thought that I closed it ...
I also remember the case when the next day someone again made his way into room 51. What if this is also Dimka, when he realized that he "went out in the wrong place"? There is also a spare key for that lock, but I didn’t hang the lock on the door. Put it in a drawer. And the doors of room No. 51 were loosely tied with a thin wire so that it could be easily opened from the inside. There is still nothing to steal there. And Dimka, maybe, will come back?

Prophetic dream with mosquitoes

My mother studied at a technical school and, by the will of fate, was assigned to work in the glorious city of Chelyabinsk. The events described below are from 1984-1985.
The girls worked together and lived not in a dormitory, but in a rented apartment on the first floor of a high-rise building. There were four girls, two rooms, they lived together and cheerfully. All were from different cities, and for the next New Year's holidays they went home. Everyone except Gali, whose parents died long ago. So Galina stayed alone in the apartment for the holidays.
My mother met the holiday in a warm family circle, but on the night of the first to the second day she had a strange and terrible dream. Galya is standing in a dark room and all the mosquitoes are waving away. And the mosquitoes - the whole clouds swarm. Galya is already crying with frustration, cannot drive them away from herself in any way.
Back in Chelyabinsk, the girls warmly congratulated each other and shared their impressions of the trips, but for some reason Gali was not at home. She did not come either on the second or on the third day, and everyone was terribly worried - everyone had already gone to work, and it was not in the nature of the girl to skip.
It was also noteworthy that when my mother told her friends about her dream, the rest confirmed that they saw the same thing in their dreams, maybe in slightly different scenery. But Galina and mosquitoes were present in all three dreams. By the way, after the arrival, the tenants noticed that mosquitoes began to appear at home in an unusual amount for the winter, but they attributed everything to possible dampness in the basement, where the central heating pipes pass.
A statement to the police about Gali's disappearance was written by my mother and her neighbors. The search began. We also checked the basement of the house. There Galina's body was found in a very unsightly state. And it was teeming with mosquito larvae. Heat, humidity, breeding ground - insects have multiplied incredibly.
During the investigation, it was established that an acquaintance of hers came to the girl. Apparently, they quarreled at the door of the apartment, and he pressed her tightly with his head. I hid the lifeless body in a dressing gown in the basement. Apparently, there were no people in the world who were closer than friends to Galia, so she dreamed of them, trying to tell where she was. From the loss of the unfortunate woman to the discovery of the body, it took about two weeks or a little more.