Mystical real stories from people's lives. Scary stories, creepy stories from real life

The story was told by a devout man, in principle, like his wife, so he asked not to mention their names and the city in which it happened, otherwise “you never know.” Well, let his will be done. Further from his words.

This was in 2017, somewhere in early-mid May. The weather was sunny, but the puddles from the melted snow had not yet dried out, there was this disgusting slush everywhere. Then we walked around the city with our group: me, my wife, and each other with my girlfriend. It was a day off, there were a lot of people around, and apparently they also went out to bask in the sun. We decided to sit on a bench near the park. We sit and chat about life. We look, not far away, about twenty meters from us, some strange guy is hanging around.

Location: Novosibirsk region, Berdsk, Lenin 87 sq. 30.

Date and time: August 2009

Description of the incident: The event itself that I am writing about happened in the city of Berdsk in 2009 at the beginning of August.

In the morning, between 4-5 am, I woke up from a strange dream, which was very real, by all indications. In a dream I saw some kind of room, in it were me, my wife Tanya, mother-in-law Antonina Georgievna and someone else, I can’t say for sure, only 5-6 people. The room is almost empty, there is little furniture, the floor is covered with some kind of paths or long rugs, there is a bed and a table, several old wooden chairs.

So, being in this room, I understand that some kind of “mysticism” is happening - quite unusual sensations, an anxious and dubious state... expectation of something “extraordinary”... Women sometimes move around the room, and then I begin to see on the floor is some plump body of an older woman, who is trying to get up on all fours from the floor and stretch out her hands to one of the women in the room, Tanya, Antonina Georgievna and someone else, and they dodge or push away ... they don’t allow you to touch them or “grab” them... Moreover, someone tries to prevent the body from rising, but with small pushes and movements they block attempts, and when the body lies on the floor again, they roll it into some kind of niche or recess (notch) in the wall... This went on for some time... Then this body (mostly with its back to me) nevertheless turns away from attempts to “neutralize” it and sharply, with a jerk, chooses the direction in my direction, where I am.

I’ll start my story with questions: What is mysticism, and what is our imagination? How do other people influence us and how do we influence them? Many of you already know the answers, but many are just interested in this and read books by science fiction writers and parapsychologists, not realizing the consequences of being carried away by promising techniques. We are promised that they will teach us how to develop psychic abilities, heal ourselves and others, walk through other worlds, control dreams, and much more. Many of you have already encountered the downside of these wish fulfillments. Why then are they asking us to find out about this? So they unselfishly reveal secrets to us, having learned which, we master the strength of spirit, the vision of a parallel world, and control of someone else’s destiny.

My grandmother Tatyana (my father’s mother) told me this story. At the time of the events she was 15 years old.

Post-war period (1947). Ukrainian village. Summer. It's closer to 4 am, still dark. Further from the words of the grandmother:

“I took the cow to water. I’m walking along the road, there’s a cemetery on the right. Suddenly I see a car driving ahead. I think: “We need to let the car through. I’ll go into the cemetery a little, the car will pass and I’ll move on.” I did just that. Take the car and stop nearby. A man got out of the car. He didn't see me. He went to the trunk and began to pull out a carpet and a shovel. Well, I immediately understood everything: the night, the cemetery, the carpet... I thought: “How can I go now?

I work as a security guard. About three days. I’m studying at the same time, but yes, I’m lazy. I got a job at this company a long time ago, I saw a lot, I know a lot. There were many unpleasant situations, and of course creepy ones.

The first one is about Yulia.

It so happened that a couple of cameras from our company are located near a vacant lot, and one faces a tree, behind a fence. Julia comes there.
My first shifts were in the middle of winter, no one warned me about what could happen, so when one of the cameras showed that a girl had come under the tree, she attracted all my attention and forced me to put down a pile of bricks because she started a dialogue with weeping willow.
Her arrival fell somewhere around 19-20 hours, sometimes she had a strict schedule to come every two or three days, it changed periodically, sometimes she did not come for more than a month (according to her shift workers).

I heard this story from my good friend. Contrary to the prevailing opinion about former prisoners, after his imprisonment he remained a normal person and returned to ordinary civilian life.

In the late nineties, this comrade, while serving time in one of the Ural colonies, met a guy named Lazar. He was about 35 years old. The guy was not particularly remarkable. Except that he is more cheerful and a jokester than others. He was imprisoned for small things: either for pickpocketing or for fighting.
Thanks to his sociable character, Lazar became friends with the administration's orderlies (prisoners who were used there as household servants). Through them I somehow received several letters from girls outside.

Stories about things that have no rational explanation, about extraordinary accidents, mysterious coincidences, inexplicable phenomena, prophetic predictions and visions.

WHOSE FAULT?

My old friend, kind interlocutor, teacher, who recently retired, Liliya Zakharovna told me an unusual story. She went to visit her sister Irina in the neighboring Tula region.

Her neighbors, mother Lyudmila Petrovna and daughter Ksenia, lived in the same entrance on the same site as Irina. Even before retiring, Lyudmila Petrovna began to get sick. Doctors changed the diagnosis three times. There was no sense in treatment: Lyudmila Petrovna died. On that tragic morning, Ksenia was woken up by the cat Muska, her mother’s favorite. The doctor pronounced him dead. Lyudmila Petrovna was buried very close, in her native village.

Ksenia and her friend came to the cemetery two days in a row. When we arrived on the third day, we saw a narrow, elbow-deep hole in the burial mound. Quite fresh.

Muska was sitting nearby. There was no doubt. Almost simultaneously they shouted: “That’s who dug!” Surprised and gossiping, the girls filled up the hole. The cat was not given to them, and they left without it.

The next day, Ksenia, feeling sorry for the hungry Muska, went to the cemetery again. A relative kept her company. Imagine their amazement when they saw a rather large hole on the hill. Muska, exhausted and hungry, sat nearby. She did not struggle, but calmly allowed herself to be placed in the bag, occasionally mewing pitifully.

Ksenia couldn’t get the episode with the cat out of her head now. And then the thought began to emerge more and more clearly: what if mom was buried alive? Maybe Muska felt this in an unknown way? And the daughter decided to dig up the coffin. Having paid money to some homeless people, she and her friend came to the cemetery.

When they opened the coffin, they saw in horror what Ksenia had foreseen. Lyudmila Petrovna, apparently, tried for a long time to lift the lid. The most terrible thing for Ksenia was the thought that her mother was still alive when she and her friend came to her grave. They didn’t hear her, but the cat heard her and tried to dig her out!

Evgenia Martynenko

GRANDMOTHER WALKED THROUGH THE FOREST

My grandmother Ekaterina Ivanovna was a pious person. She grew up in the family of a forester and spent her entire life
lived in a small village. She knew all the forest paths, where what kind of berries were found and where the most hidden mushroom places were. She never believed in black supernatural forces, but one day a strange and terrible story happened to her.

She needed to transport hay home from the meadow for the cow. Her sons from the city came to help, and she hurried home to prepare dinner. It was autumn. It was getting dark. It only takes half an hour to get to the village. The grandmother is walking along a familiar path, and suddenly a familiar villager comes out of the forest. I stopped and started talking about village life.

Suddenly the woman laughed loudly throughout the forest - and then disappeared, as if she had evaporated. The grandmother was seized with horror, she began to look around in confusion, not knowing which way to go. She rushed back and forth for two hours until she fell exhausted. Just when she thought in confusion that she would have to wait in the forest until the morning, the sound of a tractor reached her ears. She went towards him in the dark. So I went to the village.

The next day the grandmother went to her forest companion’s home. It turned out that she had not left the house, had not been in any forest, and therefore she listened to her grandmother with great surprise. Since then, my grandmother tried to avoid that disastrous place, and in the village they said about it: this is the place where the goblin took Katerina. So no one understood what it was: whether the grandmother dreamed it, or the village woman was hiding something. Or maybe it really was a goblin?

V.N. Potapova, Bryansk

A DREAM COME TRUE

Events constantly happen in my life that can only be called miraculous, and all because there is no explanation for them. In 1980, my mother’s common-law husband, Pavel Matveevich, died. At the morgue, his things and watch were given to his mother. My mother kept the watch in memory of the deceased.

After the funeral, I had a dream that Pavel Matveevich insistently demanded that my mother take the watch to his old apartment. I woke up at five o'clock and immediately ran to my mother to tell my strange dream. Mom agreed with me that the watch should definitely be taken back.

Suddenly a dog barked in the yard. Looking out the window, we saw a man standing at the gate under a lantern. Hastily throwing on her coat, mom ran out into the street, quickly returned, took something from the sideboard and went to the gate again. It turned out that Pavel Matveevich’s son from his first marriage came to pick up the watch. He happened to be passing through our city and came to us to ask for something in memory of his father. How he found us almost at night remains a mystery. I'm not even talking about my strange dream...

At the end of 2000, my husband’s father, Pavel Ivanovich, became seriously ill. Before the New Year he was admitted to the hospital. At night I again had a dream: as if some man was urgently demanding that I ask him about something important. Out of fear, I asked how many years my parents would live, and received the answer: more than seventy. Then she asked what awaited my father-in-law.

In response I heard: “There will be an operation on the third of January.” And indeed, the attending physician scheduled an emergency operation for January 2nd. “No, the operation will be on the third,” I said confidently. Imagine the surprise of the relatives when the surgeon rescheduled the operation for the third time!

And another story. I have never been particularly healthy, but I rarely went to doctors. After the birth of my second daughter, I once had a very bad headache, almost bursting. And so on throughout the day. I went to bed early in the hope that my headache would go away in my sleep. She had just begun to fall asleep when little Katya began to fuss. There was a night light hanging above my bed, and as soon as I tried to turn it on, I felt like I was electrocuted. And it seemed to me that I was soaring high in the sky above our house.

It became calm and not scary at all. But then I heard a child’s cry, and some force returned me to the bedroom and threw me into bed. I took the crying girl in my arms. My nightgown, my hair, my whole body were wet, as if I had been caught in the rain, but my head didn’t hurt. I think that I experienced instant clinical death, and the crying of the child brought me back to life.

After 50 years I have the ability to draw, which is what I always dreamed of. Now the walls of my apartment are hung with paintings...

Svetlana Nikolaevna Kulish, Timashevsk, Krasnodar Territory

JOKED

My father was born in Odessa in 1890, died in 1984 (I was born when he was 55 years old). As a child, he often told me about the days of his youth. He grew up as the 18th child (the last) in the family, enrolled himself in school, finished 4th grade, but his parents did not allow him to study further: he had to work. Although he was a communist, he spoke well of the tsarist times and believed that there was more order.

In 1918 he volunteered for the Red Army. When I asked him what prompted him to take this step, he answered: there was no work, but he needed to live on something, and they offered him rations and clothes, plus youthful romance. My father once told me this story:

“There was a civil war. We were standing in Nikolaev. We lived in a heated vehicle on the railway. In our unit there was a joker Vasya, who often amused everyone. One day, along the carriages, two railway workers were carrying a can of fuel oil, stuffed with a gag.

Right in front of them, Vasya jumps off the carriage, spreads his arms to the side and in some strange voice says: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun is scribbling with water, fire, water, lie down!” He falls on all fours and begins to crawl. The railway workers, taken aback, immediately fell in and began crawling on all fours after him. The can fell, the gag fell out, and fuel oil began to flow out of the flask. After that, Vasya stood up, shook himself off and, as if nothing had happened, approached his Red Army soldiers. Homeric laughter rang out, and the poor railway workers, raising their cans, quietly left.”

This incident was very memorable, and my father decided to repeat it himself. Once in the city of Nikolaev, he saw a gentleman in a white Easter suit, white canvas shoes and a white hat coming towards him. His father approached him, spread his arms to the sides and said in an insinuating voice: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun is scribbling with water, fire, water, lie down!” He dropped down on all fours and began to crawl in a circle. This gentleman, to the amazement of his father, also fell to his knees and began to crawl after him. The hat flew off, there was dirt all around, people were walking nearby, but he seemed detached.

The father perceived what happened as a one-time hypnosis on a weak, unstable psyche: power changed almost every day, uncertainty, tension and general panic reigned. Judging by some facts, such a hypnotic effect on some people is common in our rational times.

I. T. Ivanov, village Beisug, Vyselkovsky district, Krasnodar region

SIGN OF TROUBLE

That year, my daughter and I moved to my grandmother’s apartment, which I had inherited. My blood pressure jumped and my temperature rose; Having attributed my condition to an ordinary cold, as soon as it had eased up a little, I calmly left for a country house.

The daughter, who remained in the apartment, did a little laundry. Standing in the bathroom, with her back to the door, she suddenly heard a child’s voice: “Mom, mom...” Turning around in fear, she saw that a little boy was standing in front of her and stretching out his hands to her. In a split second the vision disappeared. My daughter turned 21 and was not married. I think readers understand her feelings. She took this as a sign.

Events were not slow to unfold, but in a different direction. Two days later I ended up on the operating table with an abscess. Thank God she survived. There seems to be no direct connection with my illness, and yet it was not a simple vision.

Nadezhda Titova, Novosibirsk A

"Miracles and Adventures" 2013

Whatever happens in life. Sometimes it’s pure mysticism.

Read mystical stories with a happy ending.

Taxi driver clairvoyant

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

I was twenty-two, but I wasn't dating anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the same way I ran away from my own appearance. I decided to go to Kyiv to take a break 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. This one, and not the other!

Time passed quickly on the road. I really regretted that I didn’t have time to enjoy the road as much as I should. And I couldn’t take any photographs, since the train was moving unbearably fast. No one was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those I met.

I stood at the station for three seconds and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel where I had previously booked a room. I got into a taxi and heard: “Are you the girl who is not confident in her appearance and who still doesn’t have a soul mate?” I was surprised, but answered positively. Now I'm married to this man.

And how he knows all this about me is still a secret.

The most mystical stories

Pray, or stories of miraculous salvation

I was orphaned at an early age. One old woman took pity on me and taught me to read a prayer-amulet, and said:
- Do not be lazy. Get out of bed and read. The tongue will not fall off. But you will always be protected from troubles.
That's what I've always done. Now I’ll tell you about two unusual incidents from my life.

Inner voice. Story one

In my early youth I swam in the Amur. Nearby, a steamboat was pulling a barge upstream. I didn’t know that the barge, which has a curve at the base of the bottom, pulls under itself when moving, and I swam close to it. I felt like I was being pulled under the bottom of the ship. An inner voice said: “Dive.” I took a deep breath and dived. I endured it as long as I could. I surfaced - the barge was about fifteen meters away from me. If it weren't for my inner voice, I would have drowned.

Inner voice. Story two

And the second case. The area where I live is replete with rock deposits (something like limestone). From this stone, cellars have been built here for centuries. The stones were tightly fitted to each other; no cementitious mortar was used. To dismantle such a basement, you need to dig out a large layer of earth from above. And experienced masters do this. They break out the back wall from inside the basement, and then, retreating to the exit, gradually, one meter at a time, they collapse the vault. When I needed to tear down the basement, I did just that. I broke the back wall, and then someone called me:
- Grigoryich!

I crawled out of the basement - no one was there. I stood there and looked around - no one was there. Strange. I clearly heard that they called me. I stand in bewilderment, I even feel some kind of timidity. And then there was a roar. The entire vault of the basement collapsed. If I stayed inside, I would die! After this, decide whether or not to believe in otherworldly forces...

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One Christmas the girls were telling fortunes

This story happened on the eve of the brightest holiday of the year - Christmas! And you can’t call it anything other than a miracle. I was 19 years old and at that time I was experiencing a personal tragedy; my boyfriend left me very cruelly and went to live with my best friend.

The mood was not at all festive. I took a bottle of semi-sweet and, alone, sitting in the kitchen, began to cry about my bitter fate.

Then the doorbell rang, it was my girlfriends who came to visit me to share my grief with me, and a bottle of wine, of course.

Having gotten a little tipsy, someone offered to tell fortunes for the betrothed. Everyone laughed together, but agreed.

After writing the names of the men on pieces of paper, they took them out of the makeshift bag one by one. I came across the name “Andrey”. At that time, the only Andreev acquaintance I had was a cousin, and I was skeptical about such fortune-telling.

Suddenly one of my friends suggested continuing the fun outside and the whole crowd set off in search of adventure. As the Christmas fortune-telling continued, they began to run up to passers-by and ask for their name. And what do you think? “My” passerby’s name was Andrey. It was getting more interesting.

That same evening, in the park, I met my future husband... no, not Andrey! His name was Artem and I happily forgot about all these fortune telling.

5 years passed and on Christmas Eve, my husband and I were sitting and talking about the topic of children's baptism. Artem suggested that I give our daughter a middle name at baptism. To my silent question, he replied that he himself was given two names, the first Artem, and the second ANDREY!

When I remember the story from five years ago, I got goosebumps. And how can you not believe in the Christmas miracle?!

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Mysterious murders at the Hinterkaifeck farm

In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed in the small village of Hinterkaifeck shocked the whole of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrific cruelty.

All the circumstances surrounding this crime were very strange, even mystical, and to this day it remains unsolved.

More than 100 people were questioned during the investigation, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was identified either.

The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming that there were ghosts there. The new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.

Apparently, the intruder had been on the farm for at least several days - someone was feeding the cows and eating in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney over the weekend. The photo shows the body of one of the dead, found in a barn.

Phoenix Lights

The so-called “Phoenix Lights” are several flying objects that were observed by more than 1,000 people on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the skies over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the United States and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.

Actually, two strange events happened that night: a triangular formation of luminous objects that moved across the sky, and several motionless lights hovering over the city of Phoenix. However, the latest US Air Force recognized the lights from the A-10 Warthog aircraft - it turned out that at that time military exercises were taking place in southwest Arizona.

Astronaut from Solway Firth

In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a Kodak photograph of his five-year-old daughter. The Templetons assured that there was no one else in these swampy places except them. And when the photographs were developed, one of them revealed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl’s back. The analysis showed that the photograph had not been subject to any changes.

Falling body

The Cooper family just moved into their new home in Texas. In honor of the housewarming, a festive table was set, and at the same time they decided to take several family photos. And when the photographs were developed, a strange figure was revealed on them - it seemed that someone’s body was either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers didn’t see anything like this during filming.

Too many hands

Four guys were fooling around, taking pictures in the yard. When the film was developed, it turned out that out of nowhere one extra hand appeared on it (peeking out from behind the back of a guy in a black T-shirt).

"Battle of Los Angeles"

This photograph was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists refer to it as evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations visiting Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of the searchlights are falling on the alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was heavily retouched - this is a standard procedure that almost all published black and white photographs were subjected to for greater effect.

The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by authorities. The Americans had just survived the Japanese attack, and in general the tension was incredible. Therefore, the military got excited and opened fire on the object, which, most likely, was a harmless weather balloon.

Lights of Hessdalen

In 1907, a group of teachers, students and scientists set up a scientific camp in Norway to study a mysterious phenomenon called the Hessdalen Lights.

Björn Hauge took this photo one clear night using a shutter speed of 30 seconds. Spectral analysis showed that the object should consist of silicon, iron and scandium. This is the most informative, but far from the only photo of the “Lights of Hessdalen”. Scientists are still scratching their heads as to what it could be.

Time Traveler

This photo was taken in 1941 during the opening ceremony of the South Forks Bridge. The public's attention was attracted by a young man whom many considered a "time traveler" - due to his modern hairstyle, zip-up sweater, printed T-shirt, fashionable glasses and point-and-shoot camera. The whole outfit is clearly not from the 40s. On the left, highlighted in red is a camera that was actually in use at that time.

9/11 attack - South Tower woman

In these two photographs, a woman can be seen standing on the edge of the hole left in the South Tower after a plane crashed into the building. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she ended up on the list of survivors. How she managed this is beyond comprehension, considering everything that happened in that part of the building.

Skunk monkey

In 2000, a woman who wished to remain anonymous took two photographs of a mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County (Florida) Sheriff. The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman claimed that she had photographed a strange creature in the backyard of her house. The creature came to her house three nights in a row and stole the apples left on the terrace.

UFO in the painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino”

The painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino” belongs to the brush of Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. A mysterious flying object and a man watching it are clearly visible above Mary's right shoulder.

Incident at Lake Falcon

Another meeting with an alleged extraterrestrial civilization occurred at Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.

A certain Stefan Michalak was relaxing in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims he saw the door open and heard voices coming from inside.

He tried to speak to the aliens in English, but there was no response. Then he tried to get closer, but came across “invisible glass”, which apparently served as protection for the object.

Suddenly, Michalak was surrounded by a cloud of air so hot that his clothes caught fire. The man received serious burns.

Bonus:

This story happened on the evening of February 11, 1988 in the city of Vsevolozhsk. There was a light knock on the window of the house where a woman who was fond of spiritualism lived with her teenage daughter. Looking out, the woman saw no one. I went out onto the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.

The woman was surprised, but did not attach much importance. And half an hour later there was a bang and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking collapsed, forming an almost perfectly round hole.

The next day, at the woman’s request, her Leningrad acquaintance, candidate of technical sciences S.P. Kuzionov, arrived. He examined everything carefully and took several photographs.

When the photograph was developed, the face of a woman appeared on it, peering into the lens. This face seemed unfamiliar to both the housewife and Kuzionov himself.

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My mother-in-law and I lived together. She was a doctor, a very good one. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. My mother-in-law calls and we talk about our children. I cough during a conversation. She suddenly says - you have basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us half an hour later. He listens to me through his phonendoscope, taps me on the back and says: “Don’t argue with me.” Get dressed, let's go for the x-ray.

We took pictures. It's true, I have pneumonia. Just like she said. She made me go to the hospital and personally treated me. And after a short time she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.

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

How do you think? Is there something after death?

One day after a bath I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I was also surprised, it just doesn’t open without effort. There was definitely no draft. I followed this, afraid of getting sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don’t want to. I can’t sleep, but I don’t want to get up, I’m very tired at the dacha. I just got cured, if I don’t close the door, I’ll get sick again.

And suddenly I thought:

I wonder if that light actually exists or not?

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

Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are gone, there will be no one to treat you.

And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed like something? Repeated:

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

Door opened!

Can you imagine?! We gathered the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for the repose.

We had a case. On their father’s anniversary they decided not to invite anyone, but to modestly remember him. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary drinking party.

We are sitting at the table in the kitchen. The mother put the photograph of the father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook under it, leaning it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka and a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.

It’s already evening, we decided to clean everything up. I say that the stack should be taken to the nightstand in my father’s room, let it stand there until it evaporates. My mother is very rational, she doesn’t really believe in all these customs. She says so frivolously: “Why clean up, I’ll drink it myself now.”

As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason at all, slid along the edge of the table and knocked over her father’s stack. The photograph fell, and every last drop of vodka spilled out. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to knock it over).

Have you ever had the hair on your head move? That was the first time I experienced this. Moreover, my whole body was covered in goosebumps from horror. I couldn’t say anything for about five minutes. The husband and mother also sat in shock. It’s as if my father said from the other world: “Here you go!” You’ll drink my vodka, of course!”

Yesterday I encountered something strange.

It’s already past midnight, I’m sitting with my dear one, watching “Midshipmen,” and we hear that someone is swinging in the yard.

The third floor, the windows overlook the landing and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is familiar to tears - my little one adores them, but I can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate it.

After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder: who is it that fell into our childhood - I think there are no children on the street at this time.

I go to the window - the swing is empty, but actively swinging. I call my friend, we go out onto the balcony, the entire playground is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but continues to swing, increasing its amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam at the swing - a few more “back and forth”, a jerk as if someone had jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.

I scared away some local spirit.

I remembered. Once upon a time we lived in the taiga. And then passing hunters came to visit. The guys are making small talk, I'm setting the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder out loud why I counted another person.

And after this, the hunters said that they stopped in one place on the boat - they were interested in a pile of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had picked up the man and covered him with dead wood; a leg in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking a boot - to report where they were supposed to, order an aircraft to remove the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the man-eating bear.

The restless soul probably got stuck together with the boot.

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 day, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathtub, gave her children’s toys, and I did something around the house, periodically keeping an eye on her. And then she screams. I go to the bathroom, she sits, cries, and blood runs down her back. I looked at the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger at 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: “Which aunt?” “This one,” he answers and looks into the bath. “Here she sits, can’t you see?” I was in a cold sweat, my hair was standing on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter stands and looks into the bath and seems to be meaningfully looking at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle throughout the apartment! I calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child came to the corner of the room and offered some candy to some aunt!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came to collect 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! Need I say that we soon moved out of there?

A friend of mine lives in a pre-revolutionary house. My great-grandfather, a merchant, built it. One day I returned from the store and saw a man in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, and spins around himself as if he is dancing.

A friend asked him: For better or worse?

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

And immediately disappeared.

For a long time, an acquaintance was worried about her children, picked them up from school, and did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, with his father. The mother visits very rarely, so we can say that she lost the child.

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

Mom will be 2 years old on June 26th. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one was sick and had no intention of dying). I saw golden threads from my mother’s head straight into the sky. My eyes are square, I backed away, sat down on the blanket. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. All I could say was: Wow! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I’ll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I’ll die soon?” Mommy, how right you were

For the first time, my mother fainted in her chair, I called an ambulance, and screamed in a non-human voice. And my mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mom, mom...”, as if she really saw. Then I started yelling: “Girl, get away from here, leave her to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke; my mother came to her senses in front of them. In the evening everything happened again and 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 storage room for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to take it away right away, and she stood there for several days.

And during this time, a lot of inexplicable things happened in the house... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone’s gaze (reproaching) during the day. Everything was falling out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervous and tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to walk past the storage room and didn’t 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 for us too. Granny! Forgive us, we probably did something wrong!

Mom told me three days ago. Our children go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight it is only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, and a rare dog barking. The night birds have already stopped singing and are preparing for autumn. Further from my mother's words.

I woke up to someone knocking on the second door in the corridor (the first one is wooden and has a bolt, the second one is modern metal). The knocking was not strong, and it was as if they were knocking with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out into the street without asking, and the grandfather locked the door after smoking. But it was almost 2 am, there was silence in the house - everyone was sleeping. She asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child’s voice said: “It’s me... let me in.” The yard dog and two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped completely.

My mother is very rational and does not suffer from visions. She told me it was very alarming. You need to know our family, especially my mother - she doesn’t believe in anyone, she’s not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what kind of nonsense is this?”, but here it is. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.