When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to run there slowly. He opens the door, and there is a woman sitting there. He was embarrassed and quickly closed the door.
I stood there thinking for a while and remembered that it seemed like all the guests were in the house or nearby, there shouldn’t be anyone in the garden. I opened the door again, and there was no one there. He screams and runs. They barely calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the bride’s mother in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.
It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I also fell asleep. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - either fear or cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with its ears pinned somewhere to the side nearby. I turn my gaze in that direction and see a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature sneaking across the room. With something like a face with eyes closed. He moves towards the window, holding his hands out in front of him, like a man in the dark - groping.
I couldn't even scream from horror. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released his claws at my leg with all his might, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, walked to the window and disappeared.
The cat soon fell asleep, and I shivered in bed until the morning, afraid to even get up to turn on the light.
This incident also happened at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short ring at the door. My first thought was, what if something happened to my relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door, sleepy, and asked: who is there? Silence. I didn't see anyone through the peephole. I looked at my watch and went to bed. And as soon as I lay down, the second call immediately came.
Then I foolishly opened the door without asking questions. Behind the door stood something tall, resembling a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And where the chest was, there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone is going crazy, they’ve arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I'm coming to you. Can I log in? I answered: no. She slammed the door and went to bed. That's all. There were no more calls.
I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.
A friend of mine and her friends, having gotten tipsy, decided to summon the “spirit of Pushkin,” even though the aunts were already adults, all at least 40, but such childhood had come over them.
We had fun and fooled around. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend’s dacha, and everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, the radiators rattled, as if they were moving a stick back and forth across them. The peak was when a certain “force” pulled off the blanket from one of the ladies. Another received a blow to the cheek and even had an abrasion. It ended up that I had to send the priest out to clean the house. Oh, he swore! He said that they “let in a restless spirit.” But I cleared it, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And from scratch.
Oh, it’s better not to tell me, they won’t believe it anyway... When my father died, my grandmother, my mother and I decided to lie down in one room; in the other there was a coffin. Grandma quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I lay still and thought, thought, thought... And suddenly we clearly heard our father’s snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand, “Did you hear?” - “Yeah” - “Oh, mommies...”.
The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us to not leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives began to arrive early in the morning. Still no one believes. But we couldn’t have heard the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral service, his face changed, it became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw him off from home and attended the funeral service.
I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father built was at the stage of walls. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the ground floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed in there with the neighbor girls and a battery-powered tape recorder. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t take pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the folded hook jingled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.
We hid. Then this someone came into the house and went through the rooms. We heard footsteps - but through the cracks in the floor we could see that there was no one in the house! Then the steps started to leave, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and saw no one. The steps died down - we crawled out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house has been completed. My brother’s wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks carefully at one point.
One day - I was six years old - I woke up as if with a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table that stood behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light was falling from it! But I didn’t even have time to think about it or turn my head to look...
A chilling sound split the silence of the room. I turned sharply towards the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of a monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but its palms with outstretched fingers were facing me - one hand was at the shoulder, the other extended forward, attacking me... The creature's hair stood up, framing its head in a halo, its huge eyes glowed with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to severe stuttering I was unable to say anything...
After my grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. We went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “This is probably grandfather. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.
I told my mother later, it turns out she also heard the stomping and also fell asleep peacefully. But my grandfather’s son-in-law (my mother’s sister’s husband, my uncle) stayed up longer than us. He heard the door to the neighboring house slamming and something rumbled in the hallway. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers and didn’t hear anything else.
I was 12 years old then, maybe younger, and I was left at home alone. Parents went to visit friends or on some business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by forest.
So I decided to call my mother to find out when my parents would be home. I call and hear voices. I thought there was a problem on the line, I called back again, heard the voices again, and listened. And there two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was most likely a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard and would definitely find me by phone number.
I couldn’t call my parents, I thought I’d run into those cannibals again. Alone, the house is big, breaking a window is a piece of cake.
The younger of my two cousins was getting married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was scheduled. The answer strained her: this is the day of death of her mother, my grandmother, and, accordingly, my grandmother cousin. In response to the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for grandma.”
A week before the wedding, the bride's parents arrived at the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered around and went into our parents’ bedroom. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall and almost lost consciousness; the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.
It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought that she woke up), and next to her, leaning over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not appropriate to do this, we must honor it.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photograph on the wall. This was my grandmother.
By the way, they lived only two months after the wedding, then they ran away. The story is not made up.
Most horror stories are delusional and clearly border on insanity. No matter how it is: some of them are more than just real. We will tell you about them.
Core
On March 16, 1995, Briton Terry Cottle shot himself in the bathroom of his apartment. A suicide bomber with the words “help me, I’m dying” died right in the arms of his wife Cheryl.
Healthy and well-developed, Cottle shot himself in the head, but his body remained unharmed. In order not to waste such goodness, doctors decided to donate the deceased’s organs. The widow agreed.
Cottle's 33-year-old heart was transplanted into 57-year-old Sonny Graham. The patient recovered and wrote a letter of gratitude to Cheryl. In 1996 they met and Graham felt an incredible attraction to the widow. In 2001, the sweet couple began living together, and in 2004 they got married.
But in 2008, the poor heart stopped beating forever: Sonny, for unknown reasons, also shot himself.
Earnings
How to make money like a man? Some become businessmen, others go to work in factories, others turn into clerks, slackers or journalists. But Mao Sujiyama outdid everyone: the Japanese artist cut off his manhood and prepared a savory dish from it. Moreover, there were even six crazy people who paid $250 each to eat this nightmare in the presence of 70 witnesses.
Source: worldofwonder.net
Reincarnation
In 1976, hospital orderly Allen Showery from Chicago entered the apartment of colleague Teresita Basa without permission. Probably, the guy wanted to clean out the young lady’s home, but when he saw the mistress of the house, Allen had to stab her and burn her so that the woman would not tell anything.
A year later, Remy Chua (another medical colleague) began to see Teresita's corpse wandering through the corridors of the hospital. It wouldn't be so bad if this ghost was just wandering around. So it moved into poor Remy, began to control her like a puppet, speak in Teresita’s voice and told the cops about everything that had happened.
The police, the relatives of the deceased and Remy's family were shocked by what was happening. But the killer was still split. And they put him behind bars.
Source: cinema.fanpage.it
Three-legged guest
It's best not to visit Enfield, Illinois. A tripod, one and a half meters tall, slippery and hairy monster with short arms lives there. On the evening of April 25, 1973, it attacked little Greg Garrett (though it only took his sneakers), then knocked on Henry McDaniel’s house. The man was shocked by the sight. Therefore, out of fear, he fired three bullets into the unexpected guest. The monster covered 25 meters of McDaniel's yard in three leaps and disappeared.
Sheriff's deputies also encountered the Enfield monster several times. But no one managed to solve it. Some kind of mysticism.
Black Eyes
Brian Bethel is a respected journalist who has long built successful career. Therefore, he does not descend to the level of urban legends. But in the 1990s, the master of the pen started a blog in which he published a strange story.
One evening, Brian was sitting in his car parked in a movie theater parking lot. Several 10-12 year old children approached him. The journalist lowered the window, started looking for a dollar for the kids and even exchanged a few words with them. The children complained that they could not enter the cinema without an invitation, that they were cold and could he invite them into the car. And then Brian saw: in the eyes of his interlocutors there was no white at all, only rabble.
The poor guy instantly closed the window in fear and pressed the gas pedal all the way. His story is far from the only story about strange black-eyed people. Have you already seen such aliens in your area?
Green mysticism
Doris Bither is not the nicest resident of Culver City, California. She drinks constantly and abuses her sons. The woman also knows how to summon spirits. In the late 1970s, several researchers decided to verify the authenticity of her stories for themselves. It all ended with the young lady using spells in her home to actually summon a green silhouette of a man who scared everyone half to death. And one daredevil even lost consciousness.
In 1982, based on Biter’s stories, the horror film “The Entity” was made.
To tell a truly scary story, a couple of sentences are enough:
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“I woke up, reached out to kiss my wife, but she was not there. And not only her body, but any thing, any trace that could confirm that she once existed in my life. I noticed long ago that when her name was mentioned, my acquaintances looked at me with pity, as if everything was not right in my head.”
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“She was born with pitch black eyes. From the age of ten she stopped sleeping and spent whole nights drawing concentric circles on the walls of her bedroom. She is my child, but I am more and more afraid that something else terrible will happen: I am sure that she killed her younger brother, although there is no evidence."
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"I want to be a good man, I really want to, but these voices in my head... they make me do bad things and won't shut up until I do as they say. I groped a lot of women, stole hundreds of ashtrays, and beat up dozens of homeless people just to keep myself from going crazy.”
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“The claustrophobia was almost unbearable, but I knew that if I even let myself groan, they would say I was overreacting. So I endured it, gritting my teeth. Until he could no longer breathe. Then I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying in a coffin.”
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“She was perfection. At least it seemed so to me, until one evening I found her in the bathroom, when she had just turned on the water, getting ready to wash her face. She looked up at the mirror and I saw the green and blue feathers of my favorite parrot stuck around her mouth. And then I realized where a week before mysteriously the fish disappeared from the aquarium.”
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“Eight years after moving, I began to notice that our neighbors were not aging at all. I began to watch them carefully and saw that they were drinking water directly from a spring in their backyard, and doused themselves with this water. After waiting until they left the city, I convinced my wife to secretly sneak onto their site and try the power of the magical source on herself. Over the next week, my wife and I aged ten years, the neighbors moved, and the spring dried up.”
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“For as long as I can remember, I always felt like a fish out of water, so I wasn’t at all surprised when THEY showed up. I immediately felt a kinship with them - creatures from another planet, maybe even from another galaxy. My loneliness became unbearable after they left me again, reminding me that being on Earth was a punishment I was serving for a terrible crime.”
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“At first the doctors thought it was all because of the drugs I was taking. But I knew that they had nothing to do with it. The fact is that only in dreams did I really become myself. And I had to take massive amounts of stimulants to keep from turning into the lunatic killer that I really was.”
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“I told her a joke and she laughed as if she had never heard anything funnier in her life. Twelve hours passed, but she still did not calm down, only the ringing girlish laughter turned into the ominous cackle of a clearly possessed person. And then I cut her throat. I felt with all my being that I was doing the right thing, even if I spent the rest of my life behind bars.”
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“A bird flew into the kitchen window. She touched her mother's face with her wing, who was washing the dishes at that time. But mom didn’t even flinch. And only then did I notice that her eyes changed color from blue to green and I rushed away, suddenly realizing that the woman in the kitchen was an impostor in the guise of the one I called mom.”
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“Once a friend told me very funny story, and instead of laughing, I burst into tears. From that day on, all my emotional reactions were the exact opposite of natural and logical. Soon people began to shun me and very quickly I found myself completely isolated. But it’s better than getting punched in the face by strangers every time.”
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"She was the most beautiful girl of everyone I've met. The third date ended in bed. After making love, she forced me to kneel in front of a makeshift altar and pray with her to the deity she called Sfat. But when she started chanting strange poems, periodically kissing my ass, I jumped up and ran like crazy. I ran, without stopping, all the way to my house, wearing only my underpants.”
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“At the age of five, I discovered that I had the ability to read the minds of dogs. Everything would have been fine, but over time they began to put forward their demands, which I had to fulfill immediately - no matter whether I was walking down the street, sitting in the toilet or having dinner with my family.”
Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable...
“Was it or not?” - real life story
I would never have believed in something like that if I hadn’t encountered this “similar” thing myself...
I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in her sleep. So loud that we calmed her down with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell him about the dream - my mother said that she was not ready.
We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. This time mommy didn’t “resist.”
From her I heard this: “I was lying on the sofa. Dad was sleeping next to me. He suddenly woke up and said that he was very cold. I went to your room to ask you to close the window (you have a habit of keeping it wide open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered in thick cobwebs. I screamed and turned around to go back... And I felt that I was flying. Only then did I realize that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. Your grandmother was sitting on the edge of the sofa, next to your dad. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young before me. I always dreamed that I would dream about her. But at that moment I was not happy about our meeting. Grandmother sat and was silent. And I screamed that I didn’t want to die yet. She flew up to dad on the other side and lay down. When I woke up, for a long time I could not understand whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into my room until I wash myself with holy water.”
I still get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mother’s story. Maybe grandma is bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery?.. Oh, if it weren’t for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to see her every week!
“Don’t go for a walk through the cemetery at night!”
Oh, that was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university... The guy called me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I wanted to! But the question became about something else: where to go for a walk if you’re tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything we could. And then I joked: “Shall we go and wander around the cemetery?!” I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.
Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. To be honest, I didn’t care what I was wearing. The main thing is to experience a “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!
We've gathered. We left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. Fifteen minutes later we were there. I hesitated for a long time and did not leave the car. My beloved helped me! He offered his hand like a gentleman. If it weren’t for his gentlemanly gesture, I would have stayed in the salon.
Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold “came” from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very persistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my “other half” did not believe in intuition and its existence.
We walked somewhere, past the graves, and were silent. When I felt really creepy, I suggested returning. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from the famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The lump in my throat prevented me from doing this. I pulled my hand out of his hand. But I saw that everything was fine with his body, that he had become the same. But I couldn’t imagine it! I clearly saw that my beloved’s body was covered with “transparency.”
I can’t say exactly how much time passed, but we headed home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and TV series of the “creepy” genre!
I was so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. In the summer, can you imagine?! I myself can’t imagine... We drove off. And when the cemetery ended... I again saw how for one moment Misha became invisible and transparent!
After a few seconds, he became normal and familiar again. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would take a different road. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, probably! But I didn’t try to persuade him to go along the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was beating somehow restlessly. I chalked it all up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck drove into us.
I woke up in the hospital. I don't know how long I lay there. The worst thing is that Mishenka died! And my intuition warned me! She was giving me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn person like Misha?!
He was buried in that same cemetery... I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.
I haven't dated anyone since then. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.
Continuation of scary stories
"Terrible Secrets of the Little House"
Three hundred kilometers from home... It was there that my inheritance in the form of a small house stood and awaited me. I've been meaning to look at him for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. She opened the door. The lock jammed as if it didn’t want to let me into the house. But I still managed to handle the castle. I walked in to the sound of creaking. It was scary, but I managed to cope with it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone.
I didn’t like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It’s good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in careful order.
Ten minutes into my stay in the house, I heard some noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window and saw the curtains swaying. The moonlight burned through my eyes. I saw the curtains “flash” again. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table I found a yellowed note. It said this: “get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead!” I sold this house and never went anywhere near it again. I don't want to remember all this horror.
I read an interesting article that caught my eye about unusual abilities cats. I myself had a magical cat and have no doubt about these animals. But then I remembered a story that still surprises me. It concerns the animal world as a whole.
I love animals and they are interesting to me, but I only accept my own. You always feel whether it’s yours or not. But insects cause an unpleasant attitude and irritation. I couldn't stand cockroaches. We had them at work, and we chased them around. I worked part-time painting dishes. And for this reason, I was alone in the workshop in peace and quiet. This time I painted glasses. For ease of use, you place each glass on top of each other, and thus a tall glass pyramid with a cone-shaped top is built.
I was too lazy to go to the canteen and, having a stove, there was no problem with lunch. And then I began to notice that at the same time (the beginning of lunch), I got the feeling that they were looking at me. The surprise knew no bounds, as did the feeling of discomfort. But, I didn’t pay serious attention and just worked, blaming it on paint thinner and the smell. After a while, I began to notice that after lunch, this feeling disappeared. I think what kind of nonsense this is and decided to get to the bottom of it and be attentive to the little things and sensations.
The story happened a long time ago, when my uncle was still a student, and he often had to sit behind books. That evening he was sitting at the table and taking notes, his mother was reading in another room, there was no one else in the apartment at that time.
The uncle was sitting facing the exit of the room and, accordingly, could see everything that was happening in the corridor. He noticed that mom walked out of the room, as he thought, to the toilet. Quite a long time passed, but mother did not return back. The fact is that there was nowhere to go except the bathroom and toilet, so resting in another room was no longer necessary. After waiting a little more time, the uncle decided to check himself where mom was, what if she felt bad and needed help?
I remember an incident from my distant childhood when my beloved grandmother almost died. At that time she was no more than 50 years old. I don't remember exactly.
And it was like this. My grandmother was walking home from work and was hit by a car at a crossroads. She crossed the road when the light was green, but the driver was drunk and several people were injured in the collision. The grandmother and another woman were taken away by ambulance; the injuries were severe - a chest bruise and a fracture of both legs. After the hospital she was even given disability status.
I won’t tell you what our family had to go through, especially since I was 12 years old and don’t remember everything. The only thing I remember well were the prayers of my mother, who told me that there is no God. But after discharge, my grandmother also became very devout and once told me what she saw when she was clinically dead in the intensive care unit. The doctors started the heart (as they themselves later said) for more than a minute.
This happened during the war. My grandmother told me this story, and my neighbor told her.
They lived in a village then, hunger scary husband went to the front, but the child and Nina, that was the neighbor’s name, remained with the little one infant on hands. She could not stand the hard life and decided to hang herself. She went to the barn, took the rope and hung it up, when suddenly she heard a child screaming. She thought, I’ll feed her one last time, then I’ll go back to the barn.
I also often have dreams in which my family warns me about danger. At first I didn’t attach any importance to this, but then I saw that dreams and reality coincided.
Father. He died in 2002 at the age of 56. Just one day I lost consciousness and fell, resulting in a rupture of the aorta as a result of an aneurysm. He's the one I've always dreamed about most often. Moreover, as I believed, he always warned about something, so I never treated it with fear. Now I’m starting to wonder if he came in a dream? Did he warn you? And why does a healthy man in full bloom die so suddenly (the doctors never diagnosed the aneurysm)? Last time, however, I dreamed about it several years ago. After that my younger son suffered a serious arm fracture.
In 2000, our city was simply tortured by a gang of Satanists. What they did then cannot be expressed in words: they desecrated graves, burned wreaths, tore up graves, crucified cats and dogs on crosses, organized some kind of wild games in cemeteries. In a word, a nightmare. And no one could do anything, because the father of one of the gang members was a high-ranking official.
And on the night from April 29 to April 30, 2001, these, if I may say so, citizens, led by their spiritual leader, were returning from another meeting at a village cemetery, not far from the city. Since it is quite a long drive to the highway that leads directly to the city, they decided to drive through the industrial zone of our metallurgical plant. It must be said that at night it is always quite lively there and BelAZs drive in herds. In general, the entrance to the industrial zone is closed and no one understands how they managed to get there. “BelAZ” is a huge car that, for example, a “six” can easily drive under. The company was traveling in a Niva. Six people were crammed into a relatively small car.
I read a lot of stories on this site and decided to post my own. Many years ago, my sister, mother, father and grandmother lived in a village house in the village. My parents went to work in the city, and we often stayed with my grandmother. But one day it turned out that she also left.
My sister is 4 years older than me, I was 2-3 years old. At first everything was fine, we played and did household chores. But at some point, while we were in the room, we heard a voice calling: “Natasha, Anya, come here.” It came from the top of the stove, in the place where people usually warm themselves. No one could be there. This call was repeated several times.
It must be said that by that time my grandmother had taught my sister several prayers. These were exactly what she said to herself, after which everything became quiet. To be honest, I only remember this incident from my sister’s words, and I also remember that the next time I was left alone, I was afraid and suggested that she hide under the blanket, but that time nothing like that happened.
My nephew told me this story. This was several years ago. He worked (and still works) as a security guard in a security company. Now from his face.
Information is coming through: an alarm went off in one of the cottages. We're going to the address. We set up around the perimeter and two people must go around and inspect the house for penetration. And then go into the house. The door, which is not the front door, but on the side of the veranda, is closed, but not with a key. We report on the radio and go in. Let's start walking around. And in one of the rooms an unconscious man lies on the floor. We inform the dispatcher. We tell them to call the police and an ambulance.
The dispatcher accepted and said: “The hostess is coming.” Literally a couple of minutes later a beautiful woman comes in well-groomed woman 45 years old, but looks much younger. We ask: “Do you know him?” Answer: “No.” The police and ambulance arrive. This whole procedure begins (I won’t describe it, because it’s not interesting). I don’t even remember.
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