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Mysticism and the other world attracts many people interested in esotericism and extrasensory perception. They try to give explanations for mystical events and use for this different ways and tools, consisting not only of the knowledge obtained in schools and other educational institutions, but also of their own mystical abilities.

Most of us love to read scary stories or tell them to someone before bed. Horror stories can scare the girls in the pioneer camp and it is very exciting to tell them to someone before going to bed. But they are all called mystical stories, and the horror stories got this name because all the events set out in them have no logical explanation.

On the pages of this section, you can find the most unusual scary stories that will not only scare a person, but also take their breath away for a few seconds. Most of the horror stories presented are real stories that happened in the lives of ordinary people. Check them out, is it possible that something similar happened to you?

Lots of free time before bed, tickle your nerves by reading our horror stories at night. For Horror lovers, we have collected Mystic stories , scary stories, horror, ghost, ghost and UFO stories. Incredible, mysterious life experiences.

“One drop of water, a person who knows how to think logically, can draw a conclusion about the possibility of existence Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls, even if he had never seen one or the other and had never heard of them. Every life is a huge chain of causes and effects, and we can know its nature by one link. "
(Arthur Conan Doyle. "Study in crimson")

Conan Doyle's writings on the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, the famous London "consulting" detective, have become classics of the detective genre.
The prototype of Holmes is considered to be Dr. Joseph Bell, a colleague of Conan Doyle, who worked at the Royal Hospital in Edinburgh and was famous for his ability to guess the character, occupation and past of a person in the smallest detail.

Autumn is already coming to an end, almost all summer residents from our village have left, and I still cannot finish the summer season. Late vacation is to blame for this. I spend my days at the dacha. On one of these days, I carried sacks of various rubbish to the local trash can.

Mysterious stories and ancient legends about ghosts have always existed. Many people do not believe in legends, making the excuse that they have never seen or heard a single ghost in a cemetery or other similar place. But if people have not seen, this does not mean that ghosts do not exist. Also in ancient Russia it was necessary to hold a funeral service for the dead, and in subsequent centuries - funeral services, seeing off to another world and paying respect and honor, otherwise, according to beliefs, the spirits of the dead could return and begin to cause concern to people.

Today in our intensive care unit, where I work as a nurse, it was just a hell of a shift.

A 63-year-old man was brought from the district with a glass in his rectum. The man confusedly explained that first he shoved a bottle in a condom inside himself, and then the glass, upside down. The glass somehow turned over and went there no longer upside down, and then the bottle fell into the glass, and the whole structure went so deep into the gut that the man himself could not get it, and he went with it for two whole days, hoping, that she will come out on her own, and today he was brought in an ambulance to us.

Four doctors fiddled for an hour and a half, trying in turn to take out the glasses with their hands and various medical devices. There was a question about the preservation of the rectum. They even wanted to invite an obstetrician with forceps. The task was complicated by the fact that when pulled out, the glass could burst inside the intestine, and the fragments would cut everything there. It did not work out mechanically to remove objects from the man's backside, they decided to cut the perineum and slightly cut the intestine. They took out the glasses, sewed everything up, now we are waiting for how the healing process will go. Personally, this is the first time in my practice. Some nurses say they have encountered similar cases, but not so difficult. If it was my will, today I would award our doctors with orders for their work.

4 most creepy horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray like the first time!

Remember, we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, whose familiar story took on the shape of a long and exciting thriller, no worse than King's.

We remembered four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!

Black curtains

One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl's mother to her and said:

Do whatever you want with my room, but don't hang black curtains there.

They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.

But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on one old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue who would set it on fire, drew lots with matches, and it fell to set the girl on fire. Here she set fire to the tire, and from there, as the smoke goes and straight into her eyes. Painfully! She screamed, the guys got scared for her and dragged her to the hospital by the hands. And she doesn't see anything.

The hospital told her that it was a miracle that her eyes did not burn out, and they prescribed a regime - to stay at home with my eyes closed and that the room was always dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!

Then my mother began to look for dark curtains in the girl's room. I searched and searched, but there are no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black. Nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung the girl in the room.

The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework to write at the table. Sits and feels like something is touching her elbow. She shook, looked, and there was nothing but curtains next to her elbow. And so several times.

The next day, she feels that something is touching her shoulders. He jumps up, and there is nothing around, only the curtains hang nearby.

On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. Sits, writing lessons, and something touches her neck! The girl jumped up and ran into the kitchen, and did not enter the room.

Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.

Mom says:

You can't be such a coward! Look, I’ll sit at your table all night tonight, while you sleep, so that you know that there’s nothing wrong.

In the morning, the girl wakes up, calls her mother, and her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly with fear, neighbors came running, and her mother was dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, took the matches, returned to the bedroom and set the black curtains on fire. They burned out, but it made her eyes bleed out.

Sister

One girl's dad died, and her mother was very poor, did not work and did not know how, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to grandmother's old house in the village, grandmother had already died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned up there for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl had a long way to go to school, and she was given such a certificate that she studies at home, and only all sorts of exams and tests go to the end of the quarter to take to school in the regional center, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also to the regional center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.

He grew up for a long, long time, and grew twice as large as usual, for such a long time the child was not born. Then my mother seemed to go to the store, in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was all worn out: she was scared at home alone, black in the windows, electricity intermittently, drifts piled up right up to the windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor was feeding. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and my mother's voice called out to the girl. The girl opened it and her mother entered. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog's. The girl closed the door as soon as possible, put the child on the table, began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. In the iron stove, the girl lit a fire, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and sat her mother in an old armchair, and then went to look at the child.

Unfolded slowly, and there is such a child that it is immediately clear that this is not a newborn and not even a baby. There is another girl, about three or four years old, her face is small and angry, and she has no arms or legs.

Oh mom, who is this? - asked the girl, and mom says:

All babies are ugly at first. When the little sister grows up, everything will be all right. Give it to me.

She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breast, as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl slyly and viciously.

And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya - this is who has no arms and no legs.

And this Olya herself already ran and jumped perfectly, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she managed, like a caterpillar, to put herself upright and with her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull on herself. There was nothing to save from her. She overturned everything, gnawed, spoiled, and her mother told Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because her mother was now feeling bad all the time, she was sick and even slept strangely, with open eyes, as if she were just lying in a swoon. Now Nastya was preparing herself for herself, and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had her own diet for nursing. Life has become completely disgusting. If Nastya did not eat and did not clean up after the dirty trick Olya, then her mother sent her either for firewood, or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and the whole evening solving and solving problems and writing exercises, and also taught all kinds of physics so that she could retell everything, not stumbling over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she fed everything to Olya or rested between feedings, because the nursing woman was very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and Olya was washed too, and Olya wriggled and laughed disgustingly, then it was also a pleasure to wash her from poop. But Nastya endured everything for her mother.

So a month or two passed, and the winter only got colder, and everything around was in snowdrifts, and the lamps that hung in the rooms right without chandeliers were blinking all the time and were very dim.

Suddenly Nastya began to notice that someone was approaching her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was mom, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and if the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and this is Olya standing upright by the bed and looking at her, and she smiles so much that her heart is in her heels ...

Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:

Who asked you to watch when not necessary? Now I will bite off your fingers. One finger for the night. And then I’ll eat my hands. And so my hands will grow.

And she immediately bit off Nastya's little finger on her hand, and blood flowed from there. Nastya lay as if in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and how she would scream! But my mother is still asleep, and Olya laughs and jumps.

Okay, - said Nastya. - I still can't do anything with you.

And she lay down as if to sleep. And even fell asleep.

And in the morning Olya crumpled again, and her mother told Nastya to wash her. It's good that there was still firewood in the house, because because of the snowdrifts it was already impossible to reach the woodpile and to the well, too, Nastya took water for the bath directly from the snow, scooped up the snow with a bucket and warmed it up on the stove. The wound from a bitten off finger hurt badly, but Nastya did not say anything to her mother. She took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bath, which they found in the attic when they were moving. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya dispersed, fought terribly, bit Nastya's hands, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness, because a lot of blood flowed out of the bites.

During the night, the house was covered with snow so that the neighbor got scared and called rescuers. They came and dug up the house, and found inside a girl in a swoon, with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms and legs.

Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually dumb, she spoke to her mother with her hands.

The girl who played the piano

One girl with her mom and dad moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the hall there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what a polished cherry tree looks like? It is dark red and shines like blood.

The piano was very necessary, because the girl went to learn to play the piano in the house of culture.
And in the new apartment something strange happened to the girl. She began to play at night on this piano, although she was not very fond of it before. Played softly, but audible.

At first, her parents did not scold her, they thought she would play enough and stop, but the girl did not stop.

They go into the hall, she stands near the piano, notes at the piano, and looks at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.

Then they began to lock the piano with a key.

But the girl does not understand how every night she still opened the piano and played it.

They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.

They began to lock her bedroom. And she doesn't know how she gets out and plays again.

Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried, cried, they say to her, give an honest pioneer word that you will not play anymore, but she is silent again. They sent me to a boarding school.

And the next day her mom and dad were strangled by someone at night.

They began to look for who could have strangled them, they asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told.
It wasn't she who played the red piano. Every night she was awakened by flying white hands and told to turn the notes while they played the piano. And she didn’t tell anyone because she was afraid and because no one would believe it anyway.

Then the investigator says to her:

I believe you.

Because a pianist used to live in this apartment. He was arrested for wanting to poison the government. When they were arrested, he began to ask not to beat him on the hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that his hands were not touched by the NKVD, he took a shovel from the janitor and cut off both hands. And from this the pianist died.

And this nkvdshnik was a girl's dad.

Wrong girl

A girl named Katya has a new teacher in her class. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much, because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not listen to him for a long time, the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And already all the students in the girl's class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.

Once the mother sent the girl to take the teacher home some purchases that he asked to do. The girl came, the teacher made her drink tea in the kitchen and said:

Sit quietly here and don't go to the basement.

And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.

The girl drank tea, but the teacher does not come. She began to wander around the rooms, looking at the walls of photographs and paintings. She walked over the stairs to the basement, and a ring, which her grandmother had presented, fell from her finger. The girl decided to quickly climb for the ring and sit in the kitchen, as if nothing had happened.

She went down to the basement, looked around, and around the pots of blood. In some lie the intestines, in others the liver, in the third - the brains, in the fourth - the eyes. And he looks, after all, the eyes are human! She was scared and how she would scream!

Then the teacher entered the basement with a large knife. Looked and said:

You are a bad, worthless, wrong Katya.

I grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.

From this hair I will make the hair of a good, correct Katya. Now I need your skin. I will put in the correct Kate's eyes the glass ones that your mother bought for me, but the skin needs real.

And the knife brought it up again.

Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stands by the stairs and laughs:

There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to remove your skin from you.

Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. I went straight for him. It goes and everything is shaking, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and spread it in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead of her.

And the teacher is laughing and showing the knife.

Then the girl suddenly tore off the beads from her neck, which her grandmother had also presented, and how she would throw it in the teacher's face! Straight into the eyes and into the mouth! The teacher staggered back, his eyes were filled with blood and did not see anything. I tried to throw myself at the girl, and the beads fell to the floor, rolled, he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both legs, and he lost consciousness. And then she got out of the basement and ran to the police.

The teacher was then shot. In another city, where he worked before, he replaced an entire school with walking dolls.

Hungry doll

One girl with her mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the room, which is a nursery, a doll was nailed to the wall. Dad tried to pull the nails out, but he couldn't. They left it that way.

So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves her head, opens her eyes, looks at the girl and says in a terrible voice:

Let me eat the little red one!

The girl got scared, and the doll says it in a bass voice over and over again.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came and poured it into the doll's mouth. And the doll calmed down.

The next night everything is the same again. And the next one. So the girl spooned her blood for a week to the doll and began to lose weight and turn pale.

And on the seventh day, the doll drank blood and says in its terrible voice:

Listen, crazy, do you have any jam at home?

The stories were told by Lilith Mazikina

Images: Shutterstock

Most of the scary 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. The suicide with the words "help me, I am dying" died right in the arms of his wife Cheryl.

A healthy and physically fit Cottle shot himself in the head, but his body remained unharmed. In order not to waste such goodness, the doctors decided to donate the organs of the deceased. The widow agreed.

The 33-year-old heart of Cottle 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 to live together, and in 2004 they got married.

But in 2008, the poor heart stopped beating forever: Sonny, for some unknown reason, also shot himself.

Earnings

How to make money like a man? Someone becomes a businessman, some go to the factory, the rest become clerks, idlers or journalists. But Mao Sujiyama surpassed everyone: the Japanese artist cut off his manhood and prepared a savory dish from it. Moreover, there were even six madmen who paid $ 250 each to eat this nightmare in the presence of 70 witnesses.

Source: worldofwonder.net

Reincarnation

In 1976, hospital orderly Allen Schauery from Chicago entered the apartment of his colleague Teresita Basa without permission. Probably, the guy wanted to clean out the young lady's dwelling, 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, Remi Chua (another medical colleague) began to see Teresita's corpse wandering the corridors of the hospital. It would be half the trouble if this ghost just staggered. So it moved into poor Remi, began to control her like a puppet, speak in the voice of Teresita and told the cops about everything that had happened.

The policemen, relatives of the deceased and Remi's family were shocked by what was happening. But the killer was still split. And they put him behind bars.

Source: cinema.fanpage.it

Tripod guest

It's better not to go to Anfield, Illinois. There lives a tripod one and a half meter slippery and hairy monster with short arms... On the evening of April 25, 1973, it attacked little Greg Garrett (though it took away only his sneakers), then knocked on Henry McDaniel's house. The man was shocked by the sight. Therefore, out of fear, he drove three bullets into the unexpected guest. The monster overcame 25 meters of McDaniel's yard in three jumps and disappeared.

Sheriff's deputies also met the Enfield monster several times. But nobody managed to solve it. Some kind of mysticism.

Black-eyed

Brian Bethel is a respected journalist who has built a successful career long ago. Therefore, he does not descend to the level of urban legends. But in the 1990s, the pen master started a blog in which he published a strange story.

One evening, Brian was sitting in a car parked in the 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 he could not invite them into the car. And then Brian saw: in the eyes of the interlocutors there is absolutely no squirrel, only rabble.

The poor fellow with fright instantly closed the window and pressed the gas pedal all the way. His story is far from the only tale of strange black-eyed people. Have you already seen such aliens in your area?

Green mystic

Doris Beater is not the nicest person to live in Culver City, California. She constantly drinks and abuses her sons. And a woman also knows how to summon spirits. In the late 1970s, several researchers decided to personally verify the authenticity of her stories. It all ended with the fact that the young lady, with spells at home, really summoned the green silhouette of a man who scared everyone half to death. And one daredevil even lost consciousness.

In 1982, based on Beter's stories, the horror film Essence was filmed.

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 had not encountered this “like” myself….

I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in my sleep. So loud that we calmed her down with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell the dream - my mother said that she was not ready.

We waited until a little time passed. I returned to the conversation. Mom didn't "resist" this time.

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the couch. Dad slept 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 with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned to go back .... And I felt that I was flying. Only then I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the couch, next to your dad, was your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared to me young. I have always dreamed that I would dream of her. But at that moment I was not happy about our meeting. Grandmother sat and said nothing. And I screamed that I didn't want to die yet. She flew up to dad from the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time whether it was a dream at all. Daddy confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don't go into the room until I wash myself with holy water. "

I still have goose bumps all over my body when I remember this mother’s story. Maybe my grandmother missed her and wants us to visit her in the cemetery? .. Ah, if not for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would have gone to her every week!

"Do not go for a walk in the cemetery at night!"

Oh, and it was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university…. The guy called me and asked if I would like to take a walk? Of course, I answered that I want! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if all the places are tired? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: "and let's go staggering around the cemetery ?!" I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, since 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. I didn't care, frankly, what I was wearing. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I definitely would not survive it!

We got together. We left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, although I had my driver's license for a long time. We were there in fifteen minutes. I hesitated for a long time, did not get out of the car. My beloved helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the salon.

Came out. He took my hand. There was a cold breath everywhere. The cold "went" from his hand. My heart shook as if from cold. Intuition told me (very persistently) not to go anywhere. But my "second half" did not believe in intuition and its existence.

We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I felt completely creepy, I offered to return. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from a famous old film. The moonlight seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. A lump in my throat prevented me from doing this. I snatched my hand from his hand. But I saw that everything was in order with his body, that he had become the same. But it couldn't seem to me! I clearly saw that the body of my beloved 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 up right away. I just know what happens in movies and TV shows of the "creepy" genre!

I was so chilled that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. In the summer, can you imagine ?! I myself have no idea…. We drove off. And when the cemetery was over…. I saw again how for a moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he again became normal and familiar. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would go the other way. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One - two, probably! But I didn’t try to persuade him to follow the previous route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding uneasily. I "wrote off" everything on emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last bend, 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 as Misha ?!

He was buried in that Sámi cemetery…. I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.

Since then, I have not met anyone. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.

Continuation of scary stories

"Scary secrets of a little house"

Three hundred kilometers from home…. It was there that an inheritance in the form of a small house stood and awaited me. I was going to look at him for a long time. Yes, all the time was not. And so I found a little time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. She opened the door. The lock seized as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I did manage with the lock. I went to the sound of a creak. It was scary, but I coped with it. Five hundred times I regretted that I had gone alone.

I didn't like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, mud and cobwebs. It's good that the water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in order.

After ten minutes of my stay in the house, I heard some kind of noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window - saw the curtains loose. The moonlight burned through my eyes. I saw the curtains flashing again. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. I found a yellowed note under the table. It said this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! " I sold this house and never came close. I don’t want to remember all this horror.

Many do not believe in such a thing as damage. Especially the peasants and urban youth. But in vain, guys ...

I'll tell you a story that happened to Vladimir, my acquaintance.
It was in the Kuban, in the late eighties. Volodya worked in a respectable office, in a good position. In addition, he has once again moved up the career ladder. It was this, in his opinion, that served as the impetus for the development of further, very unpleasant, events.
They lived with a young wife, an Upper Kuban Cossack from Karachay-Cherkessia, in a private house. Next door to Volodina's work colleague. An unkind and envious woman. His new assignment was, as you can see, with a bone in her throat. Because she also claimed an advantageous place.

From early childhood I saw prophetic dreams. There were a lot of them, you can't remember all of them. There was also such that the dead came in a dream and tried to convey information. My grandmother and mom became interested in my dreams after I dreamed of a big new apartment house... Unusual at the time. Its unusualness was that the windows were large (at that time in northern Kazakhstan, ordinary mortals did not even have plastic windows in their thoughts ... 1998) Everything is so bright and modern. The hallway on the floor is long, beige tiles on the floor, lamps with LED white light, etc.

When I went to pay my next debt to the Motherland - to serve urgently in the ranks Soviet army, at the transit point he met Oleg, the same recruit as himself. We were fellow countrymen. Besides, we got into the same team. And then in one "training".
Even on the way to his place of service, during the exchange of memories of the last summer days spent in civilian life, Olezhka told an eerie story. Everything happened when he was visiting his grandmother in the village. Somewhere on one of the Volga river tributaries.

The guy's main entertainment there was fishing. Even if before that he was not known as an avid angler, but due to the lack of a special variety of rural leisure, he became addicted.

My grandfather told this story to me personally.

My grandfather came to visit one of the sons, that is, my father's brother. He had a two-story small house in the private sector of the city. There was a meeting, gatherings, tea drinking and talk about this and that. In the evening, after the bath, my uncle's wife began to prepare a place to sleep for my grandfather. And he asks why not on the second floor, because there is a cozy room with a window, and in summer it is hot and it will be more convenient for him there. Uncle and wife exchanged glances and reluctantly said that it was better not to sleep there. And my grandfather was a military one, a veteran of the Great Patriotic War, who went through the whole war and the Battle of Kursk, asks - what, then, is the matter?

I live in my house, one side of the fence goes out into a dense, beautiful pine forest (there is a resort for skiers).
After washing, I hang my bedding in the backyard. And I wash mostly at night, while my family sleeps.
So already late fall, but the snow has not yet really fallen.
As usual, having loaded myself with a basin and turning on the searchlight (which practically does not reach the ropes, but at least not stuttering), I leave the house.
Our forest is always full of sounds, sometimes I listen attentively, sometimes not - just in the background. I'm not afraid of the dark, I calmly hang the sheets.
A dog howled at the neighbors' - so drawn-out, melancholy. I was still thinking - she loves to bark, but howl? ..

Until the age of thirty, I was an unbeliever, and therefore, having no idea of ​​what is possible and what is not, I did a lot of stupid things. I'll tell you a story, maybe one of my mistakes will draw the right conclusions.

V Soviet time As a student, I was in love with a young man, also a student. He reciprocated me, but there was one serious obstacle between us and our happiness - a distance of a thousand kilometers and two state borders, one of them - Soviet, which was forever locked. I liked this young man so much that I literally slept and saw him in a dream, I would give everything in the world, just to be next to him.

Recently, an acquaintance with a laugh told a funny, as it seemed to her, incident.
She and her husband bought a dacha. One day we stopped by my mother to take the extra rubbish from the apartment to this very dacha. And at the same time grab some old dishes there. Useful in gardening. Well, they took it and took it. Let's go to the new property with an overnight stay. But they did not get to sleep well until morning. Already after midnight, the alarmed spouses were awakened by an alarming knock on the door of the suburban hacienda. Rubbing their eyes, they open it - mom is on the threshold. "What's happened?!" - they ask. Mom responded with a question to a question:

- Where is the dishes that were taken from me today?

- Over there, in the drawer of the kitchen table ...