Mystical stories in reality. The scariest stories

Mystical stories from real life is a very early form of storytelling that originated in time immemorial. They were told to each other by people around fires, mothers frightened children (for the purpose of education, of course), etc., etc. It is often just a legend, a modern form of folklore or mythology that reflects the fears or awes of an era. While they used to be passed down by word of mouth in real life, modern technology has also become the purveyor of fairy tales. Today, at the peak of popularity, the use of various sites (such as our collection of mystical stories) and social networks that could create a special atmosphere of fear through design, music and video design.

Most mystical stories actually change throughout life depending on the place and era of the narrator's residence. They usually happened to a "friend of a friend", giving some kind of reality and a sense of "aliveness", adding an additional factor of fear. They are the scourge of playgrounds and wine parties. They are always terribly scary these Mystical Real Life Stories.

The story of Bloody Mary (in real life, the mystical story is told on February 16, 1994)

Traditional Folk History of Bloody Mary

Despite the fact that the name "Bloody Mary" is firmly established in English language and familiar to any English-speaking person, there are many variations of this witch's name. Among various sources, the following names can be found: Bloody Bones, Hell Mary, Mary Worth, Mary Worthington, Mary Wallace, Mary Liu, Mary Jane, Mary Stanley, Sally, Cathy, Agnes, Black Agnes, Madame Swart (Svart (e) in Scandinavian languages ​​means "black"). It is noteworthy that many of these names refer to the most famous British surnames and popular names.

Traditionally, Bloody Mary is associated with Mary of England, who also had the nickname "Bloody Mary" for her cruel manner of ruling and reprisals against political opponents. During her reign, Mary suffered several miscarriages and false pregnancies. In this regard, some scholars of English folklore have suggested that "Bloody Mary" and her "passion" for kidnapping personifies a queen who is distraught from the loss of her children.

In addition to the role of a "horror story", the legend of Mary also often acts as an English rite of divination for a betrothed, mainly carried out on Halloween. According to legend, young girls in a dark house should climb the stairs, walking backwards, and hold a candle in front of a mirror. After that, they should try to see the face of the betrothed in the reflection. But there is also the possibility that the girl will see the skull, and this will mean that she will die before the wedding.

“When I was about 9 years old, I went to a friend’s birthday party. There were about 10 other girls there. Around midnight we decided to call Mary Worth. Some of us have never heard of it, so one of the girls told her whole mystical story.

Mary Worth lived a long time. She was a very beautiful young girl. One day she had a terrible accident that disfigured her face so much that no one looked at her. After this accident, she was not allowed to see her own reflection for fear that she would go insane. Before the accident, she spent hours admiring her beauty in her bedroom mirror.

One night, when everyone had gone to bed, unable to fight her curiosity any longer, she crawled into a room that had a mirror. As soon as she saw her face, she burst into terrible cries and sobs. It was at this point that she was so heartbroken and wanted her old reflection back that she went into the mirror to find it, vowing to disfigure anyone who looked for her in the mirror.

Hearing this and others mystical stories from real life, we decided to turn off all the lights and try to summon Mary's spirit. We all gathered around the mirror and began to chant "Mary Worth, Mary Worth, I believe in Mary Worth." About the seventh time we said this, one of the girls who was in front of the mirror started screaming and trying to push herself away from the mirror. She screamed so loudly that my friend's mother ran into the room. She quickly turned on the light and found the girl standing in the corner, screaming loudly. She turned it to see what the problem was, and saw long fingernail scratches on her right cheek. I will never forget her face as long as I live!!

These fictional mystical stories, allegedly from real life, make the audience afraid of their own reflection. Yes, and the very essence of the story is ridiculous and boils down to the old adage "curiosity killed the cat." There is something scary about the very idea of ​​something coming out of a mirror or a television screen, as if it were some kind of parallel world, or perhaps the opposite world of ours, used in films like Poltergeist. The idea of ​​an opposite, parallel universe gives us the closest idea of ​​hell. Bloody Mary gives rise to the idea that evil spirits worlds are captured by the glass, which also captures our own images and creates mystical fear. The fear that not only they may be summoned into our world, but that perhaps after death we ourselves will be trapped behind glass.

body in bed. Criminal a bit mystical story from real life.

“A man and a woman went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon and checked into a hotel room. When they got to the room, they both noticed a bad smell. Husband called the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they needed another room. The manager apologized and said they were all booked due to the conference. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice as compensation and he's going to send a maid to their room to clean and try to get rid of the smell.

After a good dinner, the couple returned to their room. When they entered, they both still smelled the same smell. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try to find a room at another hotel. He called all the nearest hotels, but there were no available rooms. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find a room for them anywhere, but they would try to clean the room again. The couple decided to go sightseeing, have fun and so they said they would give two hours to clean up and then come back.

When the couple left the manager and maid went to the room to try to find what smelled like that in the room. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, towels, removed the curtains and hung new ones, scrubbed the carpet and ripped out the whole room again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple returned two hours later to find that the room still had a bad smell. The husband was so angry that he decided to find the source of this smell himself. So he started to search the entire room himself. After removing the top mattress from the bed, he discovered... the dead body of a woman."

This story can really be considered one of the most terrible mystical stories from real life, because in that very REAL life it has REAL documentary evidence. Although there is no data that accurately confirms this particular case (none was registered in Vegas). But, there were many reports of similar events in newspapers all over America.

For example: in 1999 Burgen Record reports an incident with two German tourists who complained about a terrible rancid smell in their room. Despite complaints, the couple ended up spending the night sleeping over the decomposing corpse of 64-year-old Saul Hernandez, who was found in the same hiding place as the body in The Mystery of the Body in Bed. The most recent life story about the hidden body in bed was published in March 2010 in Memphis. ABC Eyewitness News reports:

“On March 15, investigators were called to room 222 at the Budget Inn, where Sonya Milbrook's body was found under a bed. Police say she was found in a metal frame that was sitting right on the floor after someone reported a strange smell. The body lay in a bed frame, with a spring mattress on top. Room 222 has been rented out 5 times and cleaned by hotel staff since the day Sonya Millbrook was reported missing, according to investigators. Homicide investigators say Milbrook was murdered."

This terrible truth behind the usual mystical life story is so real that it turns it into one of the most creepy and unpleasant urban legends in America.

Clown statue. ... maybe a mystical story from real life, or maybe not ...

“I have a friend who was a babysitter when she was a teenager. Worked as a babysitter for a short time. Her clients were quite wealthy and lived in a huge house on the outskirts of the city. I remember about clients that the wife was a doctor, and the husband was a co-owner in some law firm, so we are talking about a decent family income.

Their house was huge, luxuriously furnished and stuffed with family heirlooms.

One night, they go to a dinner party and leave this girl to look after the children. The owner is shaking for his jewelry and doesn't want her wandering around the house where she might damage some ancient piece of armor or something, so he says she should stay in the living room. A kitchen and a huge screen TV are attached to the living room, so there will be no problems with entertainment. So they leave, and their children, being obedient, soon go to bed. The babysitter settles into her designated room and starts watching TV while preparing her own snacks. Soon she begins to feel uncomfortable. In the corner of the room stands an ugly, bulky statue of a clown. It looks like some grotesque antique from the 20's or so, and it's sort of dirty, covered in what looks like oil. A really mystical story begins - it seems to the girl that the statue is watching her.

It is said that we have the ability to feel that you are being watched, but often this sensation plays a trick on you. The girl tried to ignore It, but she couldn't help feeling like the clown's eyes were staring at her. She eventually takes her phone and locks herself in the toilet in the hallway outside. In her head she told herself she was crazy, thinking that the statue might hear her talk, that it was a ridiculous thought, but she left anyway. She calls the mistress of the house:

"Hi. This is Sarah. Look, I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I have a strange mystical story here... you have a statue of a clown in your living room, I'm really uncomfortable.... she's staring at me. Maybe you can move to another room or just throw a blanket over her?

After a long pause, the hostess replied:

“Okay Sarah, I get it. Calmly. Wake up the children, take them out of the room, put them in the car and knock on the nearest house. When you're there, call the police. I think it's safe to say that when you hear "call the police" you're not going to ask too many questions and waste time now."

She grabbed the children and ran away. As it turned out later, there was no statue of a clown in the house.

It turns out that children have complained before about the clown watching them sleep in their room. The father attributed it to stupid mystical stories and basically ignored their stories until the nanny saw him too. As it turned out, the local psychiatric ward had recently closed in the area, and not all of the former patients were cared for. The story goes that the police tried to hide their concern, though not very well, after hearing the mention of the clown costume before heading to the house. After a thorough search of the building, they were unable to find the clown. It turns out that before discharge the patient was treated for vivid and dangerous fantasies, but was unable to complete the course before the ward closed. They didn't catch him. "

Fear of clowns, or Coulrophobia, is not related to real life mystical stories and is a relatively common fear. It is related to the famous Stephen King novel in which seven children are terrorized by an entity that mostly appears in the form of "Pennywise the Dancing Clown". The twisted smiles and grimaces of the clowns became much more of a twisted and insane evil. In recent years, the most famous of the clown forms is Batman's archimesis, the psychopathic Joker. Perhaps it is the mask and façade of innocence that the makeup represents that makes the clown so scary. There is also an association with pedophilia or sexual abuse. This mystical story is terrible mainly for nannies and young mothers. She plays on the fear of intruders, from which they must protect the children and which poses a potential threat to the nanny herself. There are different versions of the story. In any case, this is a mystical story from real life that has been told in different versions of the nanny for years and deserves a place in our hit parade.

Coulrophobia

The modern "evil clown" archetype developed in the 1980s, largely popularized by Stephen King's novel It, and possibly also by John Wayne Gacy, a real-life serial killer dubbed Killer Clown in 1978. Other pop culture examples include the 1988 horror comedy Killer Clowns from Outer Space. The Joker character of the Batman franchise emerged in 1940 and has grown into one of the most recognizable and iconic fictional characters in pop culture, topping Wizard magazine's 2006 list of the 100 Greatest Villains of All Time. Krusty the Clown (introduced in 1989) is a parody of Bozo the Clown on The Simpsons. In an episode of Lisa's First Word (1992), Bart's childhood fear of clowns manifests itself in the form of Bart's injury from a hacky Krusty the Clown bed, when he continuously utters the phrase "I can't sleep, the clown will eat me." This phrase inspired Alice Cooper's song from the album Dragontown (2001) and became a meme. Websites dedicated to evil clowns and fear of clowns appeared in the late 1990s.

Killer in the back seat. The story is not mystical, but from real life. And that's for sure. ;)

“A woman leaves work late, realizing that she has nothing to eat in the morning. She stops at the garage on her way home to pick up some supplies. The woman's company demands overtime, and by the time she leaves for home, the road is pretty deserted. Suddenly, another car pulls up behind her at high speed. She shines with a turn signal, gives on the gas and starts to go around in the oncoming lane as if she is going to overtake, but at the last moment she breaks back and continues to “snuggle” behind.

The driver of the rear car begins flashing its high beams, blinding her a little. In a panic, she starts to accelerate. In desperation, she reaches for her phone, but at the speed she's driving, she's afraid she won't be able to handle the car if she tries to make a call.

The driver behind her starts to become more and more aggressive, blink even more and drive right behind her. In the end, he even hit her several times from behind. Her phone jumped somewhere under the seat. She rushes home. Finally reaching her house, she jumps out of the car and runs to front door, but another car pulls up behind her. As soon as she puts her key in the door, the driver of the other car screams.

"For God's sake, lock the car door!"

Without thinking twice, she does it. As soon as the lock clicks, she sees the face of a man materialize at the rear seat window, staring at her and tapping lightly on the window.

This story easily deserves its place as one of the scariest mystical stories. In real life, she has made countless people check their rear seats every time they drive at night (including me). The interesting moral of this story is that it's not always clear where the source of the fear is, which is actually the danger.

There is another common version of such mystical stories from real life history: a strange and even creepy-looking gas station attendant is trying to pull the driver out of the car and thereby save him from the killer lurking in the back seat. This story is meant to make people re-evaluate their prejudices, as the man who causes so much fear in real life is trying to save the driver in a dangerous situation.

The bottom line is hidden fear. You feel safe in your car and danger always lies outside. As long as you are locked up, you are protected from any threats. This turns this general concept on its head, for the victim is locked in danger.

I can lick too... More nasty than mystical story. In real life, it was a viral mailing (such as a chain letter).

An example of a real email distributed in May 2001: Subj: DO NOT DELETE THIS!!! (it scared me to death)

“There was a beautiful young girl. She lived in a small town south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to travel to the city for a while, so they left their daughter at home alone under the protection of her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all windows and doors. And at about 8 pm, the parents went to the city. Doing as she was told, the girl closed and locked all the windows and every door. But there was one window in the basement that didn't close completely."

“Trying her best, she finally closed the window, but it did not latch. So she went out the window and went upstairs. To make sure no one could get in, she closed the bolt on the basement door. "

“Then she sat down, had dinner and decided to go to bed. Around 12:00, she cuddled up to the dog and fell asleep.”

“At some point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at her watch...it was 2:30. She snuggled up again, wondering what had woken her up...when she heard the noise. Dripping sound. She thought that the faucet in the kitchen was leaking and water was dripping into the sink. So thinking it wasn't that scary, she decided to go back to sleep."

“But for some reason she was nervous, so she reached her hand to the edge of the bed and let the dog lick her hand to make sure that he was there and would protect her. She woke again at 3:45 to the sound of dripping water. But she went back to sleep anyway. She stretched again and let the dog lick her arm. Then she fell asleep again."

"At 6:52 a.m., the girl decided she'd had enough... she got up just in time to see her parents pull up to the house. 'Good,' she thought. 'Now someone can fix that faucet...'." She went to the bathroom, and there was her collie dog, skinned and hung on a hook. The noise she heard was her blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to grab something heavy in case anyone else was in the house.....and there on the floor next to her bed she saw a small note written in blood: "I DO NOT DOG, BUT I CAN LICK, MY CHARM! »

“Now it’s time for you to lock all the windows and doors. This is a letter with a mystical story from real life. It is true. This happened many years ago, and the man who killed the dog was never caught. If you delete this letter, then you will suffer the same fate as the girl in the story, years after the dog was killed. She was raped and killed in the same city and in the same house as the dog. Do not erase this letter, because if you do, a terrible thing will happen to you, everyone will soon know your name. Because it will be the headline of your local newspaper. It will sound like this ... Murder in a small town. Killer on the loose! The letter is real. The only thing you can do is send this letter to 23 people and you will have your chance at life. You have been warned. I hope I don't see any murder stories in the papers anytime soon. And now I wish you have a good day. And one more thing... you only have 23 minutes... sorry. "

This story was sent out by e-mail under the guise of a mystical story from real life. And this is a perfect example of the evolution of an urban legend that has gone viral and demands action from the reader. This feature has proven to be a popular phenomenon among users of social networking sites, and it has been a popular email subject, mostly among younger users, who believe that not sending an email will end in your death.

An interesting feature of this mystical phenomenon is its resemblance to the films A Nightmare on Elm Street. That if something is not done, then the killer will return in some supernatural form to get a new victim. Most of these mystical stories invade real life and threaten that evil will come at night while you sleep. Sounds familiar?

Due to the fact that media and technology are developing very quickly, it will be interesting to see what “real life mystical stories” will become tomorrow, how they will spread and what role they will play in our world. Let's see!

In this section, hand-selected collected the most horror stories published on our website. Basically, these are scary stories from life, told by people in in social networks. This section differs from the “best” section in that it contains scary stories from life, and not just interesting, exciting or educational ones. We wish you a pleasant and exciting reading.

Most recently, I wrote a story on the site and clarified that this is the only mysterious story that happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases surfaced in my memory that happened, if not with me, then with people next to me, who, of course, can be completely distrusted. But if you do not believe everyone who is close to you, then you can not believe it ...

18.03.2016

This was in the early 50s. My grandmother's brother, an electrician by education, having returned from the war, was just like hot cakes - there were not enough people, the country was being rebuilt from ruins. So, having settled in one village, he actually worked for three - fortunately, the settlements were close to each other, he mostly had to walk on foot ... Hurrying, going from one village to another, he often ...

15.03.2016

I heard this story on the train from a neighbor in the compartment. The events are absolutely real. Well, at least what she told me about it. It took five hours to drive. With me in the compartment was a young girl with a little girl of five and a woman of about sixty. The girl was such a fidget, constantly running around the train, making noise, and the young mother was chasing her and ...

08.03.2016

This strange story happened in the summer of 2005. At that time, I finished my first year at the Kyiv Polytechnic University and came home to my parents for the summer holidays to relax and help with repairs in the house. The town in the Chernihiv region where I was born is quite small, the population is no more than 3 thousand, there are no high-rise buildings or wide avenues in it - in general, it looks ordinary ...

27.02.2016

This story took place before my eyes for several years with a man whom I could then call a friend. Although we rarely saw each other and almost did not communicate on the Internet. It is difficult to communicate with a person who is diligently avoided by simple human happiness - troubles at work, depression, constant lack of money, lack of relationships with the opposite sex, life with a disgusted mother and brother, whom even ...

19.02.2016

This story is not mine, I don’t even remember exactly whose. Either I read somewhere, or someone told me ... A woman lived alone, in a communal apartment, lonely. She was already many years old, and her life was hard. She buried her husband and daughter, she remained in that apartment alone. And only old neighbors, girlfriends, with whom they sometimes gathered, over a cup of tea, brightened up her loneliness. Truth, ...

15.02.2016

I will also tell my story. The only mysterious story that happened to me in my life. Her truth can be attributed to a dream, but for me everything was very real and I remember everything as it is now, unlike any other terrible dream. A little background. I see a lot of dreams and like any other person who has a lot of dreams, I can not only often ...

05.02.2016

One young couple was looking for an apartment. Most importantly, they said that it was inexpensive, but also that it was in good condition. Finally, they found the long-awaited apartment: both inexpensive and the hostess was a nice little granny. But in the end, the grandmother said: “Be quiet ... the walls are alive, the walls hear everything” ... The guys were surprised and asked with a smile on their faces: “Why are you selling the apartment so cheaply? This is for you...

05.02.2016

I don't like children. Those little whimpering human maggots. I think many people treat them with a mixture of disgust and indifference, like me. This feeling is aggravated by the fact that literally under the windows of my house there is an old kindergarten, filled with hundreds of screaming, raging short men all year round. Every single day you have to go through their paddock. Summer this year was very hot for our region and...

02.02.2016

This story happened to me about 2 years ago, but when I remember it, it becomes very creepy. Now I want to tell it to you. I bought new apartment, as the last apartment did not suit me very much. I have already arranged everything, but I was embarrassed by one closet that stood in the bedroom and occupied most of the room. I asked the former owners to remove it, but they said that...

17.12.2015

It happened in St. Petersburg, at the Novodevichy cemetery in 2003. Then among our hobbies was the occult and the so-called black rituals. We have already called the spirits and I was sure that I was ready for anything. Unfortunately, the phenomena that occurred that night forced me to reconsider my views on life, now I will try to retell everything that I remember. Linda met me at Moskovsky Prospekt. I...

15.12.2015

Our family had a tradition: every summer to go to the Vologda region to relax with relatives. And the edges there are swampy, impenetrable forests - in general, a gloomy area. Relatives lived in a village on the edge of the forest (in fact, it was a holiday village). I was 7 years old at that time. We arrived during the day, overcast and raining. While I was laying out things, the adults were already kindling the brazier with might and main ...

We lived together with my mother-in-law. She was a doctor, very good. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. Mother-in-law calls, we talk about our children. I cough during the 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 in half an hour. Listens to me through his phonendoscope, knocks on the back and says: - Do not argue with me. Get dressed, let's go for an x-ray.

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

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

How do you think? Is there something after death?

Once after a bath, I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I'm still surprised, it just doesn't open without effort. There was no draft for sure. I followed this, fearing to get sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don't want to. I don’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 turned to the deceased mother-in-law:

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

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

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

Door opened!

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

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

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

It's already evening, we decided to clean up everything. I say that you need to take the stack to the bedside table in your father's room, let it stand there until it evaporates by itself. My mother is very rational, she does not really believe in all these customs. He says so frivolously: “Yes, why clean up, I myself will drink now.”

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

Have you ever had hair on your head? Then I experienced it for the first time. Moreover, the whole body was covered with goosebumps from horror. I couldn't speak for five minutes. The husband and mother were also in shock. As if the father said from the next world: “Here you are! You will drink my vodka, of course!

I ran into something strange yesterday.

It's already past midnight, we are sitting with my dear, 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 loves them, but you can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate.

After a couple of minutes, I became interested: 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 area is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but they continue to swing, increasing the 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.

Some local spirit frightened away.

I remembered. Once upon a time they lived in the taiga. And then the passing hunters came to visit. The men 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 aloud why I counted one more person.

And after that, the hunters said that they stopped on the boat in one place - they were interested in a bunch of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had pulled the man up and covered him with deadwood, a foot in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking their boots - to inform them where they were supposed to, order aircraft to take out the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the cannibal bear.

Here, along with the boot, probably, the restless soul tagged along.

We once rented an apartment with my husband and a three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. They lived in peace. And somehow, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathroom, gave her children's toys, and did something around the house, periodically looking after her. And then she screams. I went to the bathroom, she was sitting, crying, and blood was running down her back. I looked, 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 was terrible, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.

Two days later, I am 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" - answers and looks into the bath. "Here she sits, can't you see?" I have a cold sweat, my hair is on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter is standing and looking into the bath and as if meaningfully at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle all over the apartment! She calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child comes to the corner of the room and offers some candy to her aunt!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came for payment, I asked him who had 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! Do I need to say that we soon moved out of there?

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

A friend asked him: For worse or for good?

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

And immediately disappeared.

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

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

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

For the first time, my mother fainted on a chair, I called an ambulance, yelling in a non-human voice. And mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mother, mother ...”, as if she really sees. Then I started yelling: “Bab, get away from here, leave it to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke, my mother came to her senses with them. In the evening, everything happened again, and already forever.

It was many years ago. My 91 year old grandmother passed away. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and placed it in the pantry for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to immediately take her away, and she stood there for several days.

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

Mom told me three days ago. We go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, but a rare dog barks. The night birds have already stopped singing, they are preparing for the fall. More from my mother's words.

I woke up from the fact that someone was knocking on the second door of the corridor (the first one is wooden and bolted, the second is modern metal). The knock was not strong, and knocked as if with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out without permission, and the grandfather, after smoking, closed the door with a key. But the clock was almost 2 am, the house was quiet - 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 go." The yard dog and the two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked "who is there?". The knocking stopped completely.

I have a very rational mother, she does not suffer from visions. She spoke very anxiously. 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 like this. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.

From 28-12-2019, 21:28

Every doctor knows that healthy people no. Especially the mentally healthy...
I'll tell you a story I heard from the lips of one of my St. Petersburg acquaintances. Her name, for obvious reasons, will change somewhat.

Alina has been divorced for more than three years. After ten years of joint and quite normal family life they parted ways with their husband. Maybe because they knew each other since childhood and during this time they got fed up with each other. Maybe because the husband sometimes gave reason for justified jealousy. Yes, and Alina herself several times instructed the missus of the horns. True, not as frankly as he ...

For three years of freedom from the bonds of marriage, a thirty-five-year-old woman has seen many peasants. Of course, not in the full sense of the word. Most of the meetings ended with the first innocent date in a cafe or park. Why waste time on a useless option in advance?
With each new gentleman, experience was added. Alina learned in the first ten minutes of communication to imagine what kind of fruit or vegetable her cheeks are blowing here. How correct her assessment turned out to be, she did not double-check, completely relying on her female intuition.

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I found my great-grandmother alive and healthy. I remember well how, when I was still a child, I loved to sit on a warm stove on winter evenings, listening to the crackling of fire, and drinking the most delicious herbal tea in the world with homemade hot bread, and listening to the incredible and sometimes a little that my great-grandmother told me. Some of them have already disappeared from my memory, and some I still remember, here are a few of them.

Today is one of my favorite holidays - Christmas. After, they begin, which will last until Epiphany. I would like to write about one fortune-telling, which I have been watching for many years in a row.

When I was still a teenager, a schoolgirl in Soviet times, we sometimes gathered with the girls from the class to tell fortunes for the grooms. Maybe one of us will meet true love maybe even the name of your betrothed will fall out, whom you will then marry, or what other events will fall out in the coming year.

One girl from the class said that she knows fortune-telling that always comes true in a year. She said that she learned about him from her mother. We asked what needs to be done so that everything works out for us, like adults. She said that it’s nothing complicated, that we have everything for this fortune-telling, that many people know about it, and guess after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (there were no lighters at that time) and paper. The paper needs to be crumpled with your hands so that the lump is bigger, put on a plate, and then set on fire and wait until the paper burns out to the end. Then you need to go to the wall and find a place where the shadow from the paper will be best visible, where you can examine the figures that have turned out. You need to constantly turn the plate so that you can see better, look at what everyone did, what values ​​fell out, and what to expect in the coming year.

The story begins with the post-war period. Since the 50s. My grandmother Lida was completely ugly: crooked teeth, a slanting eyebrow from a scar, and a prickly, unpleasant, stubborn character. But she married my grandfather - a handsome guy 30 years old, a military man. Got married. I still don't know what he found in her shifty personality and very ordinary appearance, but they never quarreled among themselves. Grandfather obeyed, as if he was giving in.

But on the other hand, violent quarrels with relatives happened all the time, with daughters, son - there were constant conflicts with them. At one time, my mother's brother was always drinking a bottle. And yet no one was lucky on the personal front. Aunt only met a man at 35, before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. After that, this man kicked her pregnant out of the house and completely turned away from her.

Who remembers that Tolkien's elves are not small creatures with wings, they look like people and differ from them, in addition to their brighter appearance, in that they do not get sick, do not age, live almost forever (if they do not die in battle) and have magical abilities.

So, these Tolkien fans believe that the elves did not disappear, but simply assimilated with people. And now among us there are a lot of people in whose veins elven blood flows. Tolkien described two cases of marriage between an elf and a man. And children born in such a marriage make their own choice - to become a man or become an elf. According to Tolkien, humans are, of course, incomparably weaker than elves. But humans are free to choose their own destiny, elves are not. There is a reverse side of the coin - a person can choose the path of serving evil, while an elf is initially not subject to most vices, is organically connected with the earth, nature and is not able to mindlessly destroy it, which is sometimes characteristic of people.

I am 23 years old, secondary education and I worked in a call center on a helpline. I was born and live in a run-down province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics increases proportionally to closed factories, layoffs and, in general, the closure of jobs in the region. The oppressive atmosphere of the city is reflected in the gray-dirty Khrushchev houses mixed with rotting wooden houses, from which it seems that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will collapse on the people living in those houses.

A large number of abandoned places and an ever-decreasing population of the city suggests that people have two options here - either take the risk of leaving for a big city, or stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your mind. At least somehow the situation was saved by the presence of volunteer organizations, such as ours. A lot of people needed moral support, and our small company of volunteers tried to help these people. I worked for the organization for about a year and a half. I earned a penny there, but the benefit was the skills in graphic design and the main income was freelancing. I couldn’t leave the helpline, because work experience in the work book is quite an important thing, and since childhood, my now deceased parents taught me to always help those in need. For the entire year and a half that I spent in the call center, there were many frightening and sometimes mystical situations.

No matter how many people exist on earth, each of them goes through his own unique and unique by no one and never, life path.

On May 28, 1991, something happened to me that is hard to believe even for myself. And this is a true story, not fiction, and it is one of many in my current life. That night, I flew to the planet Tron. This planet is next to the Galactic Central Sun. Yes, yes, that's exactly what it is. There is our Earth Sun, and there is the Central Sun.

So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as usual, but before I even closed my eyes, I saw a beam of light descend on me and noise, as if something was smacking inside me. In a moment, I was already standing near my bed, or rather, I didn’t stand, but hovered a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body, as always, remained lying, and I stood and floated in another body, and if the physical body lay and phosphorescent with a greenish light, then it glowed like a bright electric light bulb. I had a body, arms and legs, my mind worked as clearly as in that lying body, but there was a difference - my legs fell through the floor into the next apartment to the neighbors who lived below me on the first floor.

A friend told me this mystical story even though he is a skeptic. I completely preserve the style of the author, that is, I copy his text completely.

It took me once to work in another city. Decided to change city. I rented one piece there in Khrushchev. The setting is spartan. Room, kitchen, bathroom combined, floors, boards under linoleum, sofa and wardrobe. Basically I was fine with it. In the evening I came home from work, cooked dinner and went to bed. Laundry there, ironing, all sorts of cleaning, this is on weekends.

I lived like this for a month, everything is fine, it’s quiet, the neighbors are not restless, all the grandmothers are old and cats. And then something started. At night, some kind of mysticism is going on. I was lying, not sleeping yet, tossing and turning, and then the floorboards creaked in the corridor, as if someone was walking cautiously. There in the apartment, as you enter, immediately there is a corridor to the left, and at the end there is a room and a kitchen. He himself is deaf and at night there is darkness, nothing is visible at all. There it creaks in the dark. I think the door, or what, who opened it? Yah. I got up, I went out, I looked. Everything is fine. Lie down. Another creak, as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, fell asleep, in the morning everything somehow already seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Creak, creak, creak, creak. And the water in the bath from the tap flowed. I think, wow, someone decided to wash with me. Went to the bathroom. Nothing flows there. But I clearly heard the same. I'm going to bed. Again flows, clearly, I have. I get up - it does not flow. Cursed, climbed under the pillow. fell asleep.

I had an older brother, now deceased. For a long time, his parents did not agree to buy him, because as soon as he spoke about it for the first time, his grandmother burst into tears and said that she had seen a cross in a dream. Parents still gave my brother a motorcycle when he was 17 years old.

My brother's joy did not last long, he walked sad, became taciturn, and once admitted to me that he sees crosses everywhere, although the cemetery was far from us. I tried to calm him down, saying that it was grandmother's words that stuck in his head, but he looked at me so strangely and turned away. I saw fear in his eyes.