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Georgy got out of the car and glanced quickly at wrist watch and, clicking his tongue dissatisfiedly, quickly walked towards the end of the three-story building. Turning the corner, he went down the steps to ground floor and, pushing one of the doors, found himself in a small jewelry workshop.
For three days nothing has changed in her. The same stale air mixed with the specific smell of reagents, a bright lamp on the foreman’s desk, a cage with a continuously chirping parrot on the shelf, a huge painting covering half the wall with an inscription in an incomprehensible language, and the same shop owner sitting at the low counter.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up from the microscope and looked at his guest.
- Well, is my chain ready? - Georgy blurted out straight away.
“Remind me, please...” the jeweler wrinkled his forehead, trying to remember exactly what product he was talking about.
“Gold, fifty centimeters, eleven grams,” the guest impatiently stepped from foot to foot, “the link broke, I left it to you three days ago.”
The apartment is two-room, besides her and me, her grandmother and her mother also lived, who, in general, is rarely at home, since for the most part she is at work (she is a doctor). So, in the drawing I roughly depicted the layout of the apartment, I think you yourself have been in such an apartment more than once. We bought a stupid one inflatable mattress from the store (although for the most part we didn’t buy it ourselves, my parents just gave me money for it) in order to have at least some personal sleeping area and put it in the living room. They slept on it.
There was one time, about 5 years ago, when my mother complained about the doorbell ringing in the morning. They called at night, between 2 and 3 o'clock, persistently and demandingly. Mom said that every time she was surprised that no one in the family could hear them except her.
She got up, went into the hallway and asked, slowly opening the door, “Who’s there?!” And each time her answer was silence.
We didn’t have a peephole at that time; it was made during renovations, 2 years ago, so she listened carefully, thinking that she would hear footsteps or rustling behind the door. But in vain - they called again, and again they did not answer. And every time my mother did not dare to open it, and returned to bed. In the morning, before leaving for work, she complained to me and my father that again someone came at night, persistently rang the doorbell, and did not answer. My father, a skeptic and humorist by nature, said that it was conscience or the ghost of a salary increase that came to my mother out of oblivion. Mom herself did not dare joke about this. I, like my father, did not hear these strange calls, and thought that my mother was imagining them in a dream. But this was repeated every week with enviable regularity. Eventually, my mother simply stopped coming over, and the calls at night stopped. As it turned out, only for a while.
In the old days, a wonderful, irreplaceable ruble could be acquired if, on Christmas Eve, closer to midnight, you caught a completely black cat, put it in a bag and went out with it onto the road leading to the cemetery.
On the road or at the cemetery itself, those who wanted to have a magic ruble met someone in a black robe who stopped the traveler and asked about the contents of the bag. The answer should have been simple: they say, I’m bringing a black cat to drown. Satan (and it was he), wanting to rescue the cat, offered money for him - a million or two. If someone who wanted to get rich agreed to the amount offered, then the end came for him, he fell through the ground. If he stood his ground, demanding only a ruble for the cat, then his reward was a wonderful, irreplaceable round piece; put it in your pocket and run home without looking back, and in the morning, you can buy the whole world with that ruble.
As they say, a fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it. It was precisely this hint that I did not understand when I listened to the story about the irredeemable ruble on a warm summer evening around the Pioneer fire.
I always thought that everything supernatural avoided me and my family. I even thought that all horror stories were just a figment of fantasy. And recently I came to visit my father (he lives in Kirov, I live in Moscow).
We stayed up late and started talking (after all, we haven’t seen each other for 1.5 years). We began to remember the 90s, when the whole family still lived in Perm (my mother and I moved to the DS in 98, and he moved to Kirov in 99. Well, things didn’t work out there for them, and we faded away). I was also surprised that he didn’t stay in Perm, because he had connections there and a 4-room apartment. I thought about this for so many years and didn’t dare ask. Well, you never know, what personal motives. But this time I decided that, in principle, there was nothing terrible in the question, and we are two adults, I will understand everything. But the answer I heard was not what I expected at all.
In general, this is what he told me. He then worked as a truck driver and transported goods mainly around the Urals.
Well, we became friends, and they just don’t spill water. For the entire two years that dad worked there, they were shoulder to shoulder together. The time had come to leave, and since then they had not seen each other for twenty-five years, until, by the will of fate, they met again by chance, at one of the Moscow markets.
Everything was as it should be, we went to celebrate the meeting in a cafe with a bottle of cognac. Well, when they sat down, the father noticed that on right hand he is missing two fingers, the index and middle.
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Mysterious murders at the Hinterkaifeck farm
In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed in the small village of Hinterkaifeck shocked the whole of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrific cruelty.
All the circumstances surrounding this crime were very strange, even mystical, and to this day it remains unsolved.
More than 100 people were questioned during the investigation, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was identified either.
The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming that there were ghosts there. The new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.
Apparently, the intruder had been on the farm for at least several days - someone was feeding the cows and eating in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney over the weekend. The photo shows the body of one of the dead, found in a barn.
Phoenix Lights
The so-called “Phoenix Lights” are several flying objects that were observed by more than 1,000 people on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the skies over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the United States and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.
Actually, two strange events happened that night: a triangular formation of luminous objects that moved across the sky, and several motionless lights hovering over the city of Phoenix. However, the latest US Air Force recognized the lights from the A-10 Warthog aircraft - it turned out that at that time military exercises were taking place in southwest Arizona.
Astronaut from Solway Firth
In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a Kodak photograph of his five-year-old daughter. The Templetons assured that there was no one else in these swampy places except them. And when the photographs were developed, one of them revealed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl’s back. The analysis showed that the photograph had not been subject to any changes.
Falling body
The Cooper family just moved into their new house in Texas. In honor of the housewarming it was laid out festive table, at the same time we decided to take some family photos. And when the photographs were developed, a strange figure was revealed on them - it seemed that someone’s body was either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers didn’t see anything like this during filming.
Too many hands
Four guys were fooling around, taking pictures in the yard. When the film was developed, it turned out that out of nowhere one extra hand appeared on it (peeking out from behind the back of a guy in a black T-shirt).
"Battle of Los Angeles"
This photograph was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists refer to it as evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations visiting Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of the searchlights are falling on the alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was heavily retouched - this is a standard procedure that almost all published black and white photographs were subjected to for greater effect.
The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by authorities. The Americans had just survived the Japanese attack, and in general the tension was incredible. Therefore, the military got excited and opened fire on the object, which, most likely, was a harmless weather balloon.
Lights of Hessdalen
In 1907, a group of teachers, students and scientists set up a scientific camp in Norway to study a mysterious phenomenon called the Hessdalen Lights.
Björn Hauge took this photo one clear night using a shutter speed of 30 seconds. Spectral analysis showed that the object should consist of silicon, iron and scandium. This is the most informative, but far from the only photo of the “Lights of Hessdalen”. Scientists are still scratching their heads as to what it could be.
Time Traveler
This photo was taken in 1941 during the opening ceremony of the South Forks Bridge. The public's attention was attracted by a young man whom many considered a "time traveler" - due to his modern hairstyle, zip-up sweater, printed T-shirt, fashionable glasses and point-and-shoot camera. The whole outfit is clearly not from the 40s. On the left, highlighted in red is a camera that was actually in use at that time.
9/11 attack - South Tower woman
In these two photographs, a woman can be seen standing on the edge of the hole left in the South Tower after a plane crashed into the building. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she ended up on the list of survivors. How she managed this is beyond comprehension, considering everything that happened in that part of the building.
Skunk monkey
In 2000, a woman who wished to remain anonymous took two photographs of a mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County (Florida) Sheriff. The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman claimed that she had photographed a strange creature in the backyard of her house. The creature came to her house three nights in a row and stole the apples left on the terrace.
UFO in the painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino”
The painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino” belongs to the brush of Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. A mysterious flying object and a man watching it are clearly visible above Mary's right shoulder.
Incident at Lake Falcon
Another meeting with an alleged extraterrestrial civilization occurred at Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.
A certain Stefan Michalak was relaxing in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims he saw the door open and heard voices coming from inside.
He tried to speak to the aliens in English, but there was no response. Then he tried to get closer, but came across “invisible glass”, which apparently served as protection for the object.
Suddenly, Michalak was surrounded by a cloud of air so hot that his clothes caught fire. The man received serious burns.
Bonus:
This story happened on the evening of February 11, 1988 in the city of Vsevolozhsk. There was a light knock on the window of the house where a woman who was fond of spiritualism lived with her teenage daughter. Looking out, the woman saw no one. I went out onto the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.
The woman was surprised, but of great importance didn't give it. And half an hour later there was a bang and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking collapsed, forming an almost perfectly round hole.
The next day, at the woman’s request, her Leningrad acquaintance, candidate of technical sciences S.P. Kuzionov, arrived. He examined everything carefully and took several photographs.
When the photograph was developed, the face of a woman appeared on it, peering into the lens. This face seemed unfamiliar to both the housewife and Kuzionov himself.
After his death, I didn’t dream about my father for three or four years. During his lifetime we often quarreled, he loved to drink and was very violent. On such days the whole family got it.
To tell the truth, when he died, I didn’t really grieve, I thought that at least now my mother would live in peace. She, despite the insults, often remembered him. And on my parents’ Saturday, my mother asked me to go to church to light a candle for my father’s repose and offer a memorial service. I reluctantly agreed. I overslept in the morning and then decided that I wouldn’t go, it would be enough that my mother often did this. And she went to bed again.
I have already written a story about my cat here, and I want to tell you another one.
My paternal grandfather, from his business trip to the virgin lands, brought the Siberian three-haired Murlichka, a mousetrap of such beauty and intelligence that neighbors lined up for the kittens.
When my parents got married and I was born, the cat didn’t pay any attention to me at first. At the age of 2 months, I began to scream a lot, ate poorly and did not gain weight. Murlichka literally began to break into my crib, lay down next to me and tried to rest her head on my neck. If she was kicked out of the house, the cat would climb up to me through the window and next to her I would calm down a little. I don’t know whose advice my father’s mother listened to, but my grandmother decided that the cat should be thrown away. Grandfather obediently took Murlichka to the dacha.
I’ve been reading the site for a long time, I’ll write separately about the circumstances under which I found it and really fell in love with it. There were mystical events in my life. I want to describe one summer night, I remember it very much.
It was back in 2003, I was living with my parents at the time, my bedroom faces the street, where the sun is in the afternoon, then there was no air conditioning yet, and the heat was like in a steam room. I had to go to work in the morning, an important meeting and I had to speak, I decided to go to bed early, but I couldn’t fall asleep, neither the wet sheet nor the fan helped. The fan gave me a headache, I turned it off and spent half the night wandering either into the kitchen or onto the balcony and already lay down in a state of half-asleep, my body was tired, but my brain did not want to turn off.
The story of the money found brought back memories of my discovery. One day, on the bank of a river, I found a beautiful ring with a ruby. She picked it up and could no longer part with it, although she understood that such things could bring misfortune or even death into the house. Usually they are damaged, but I thought that it might have been lost.
I brought it home and showed it to my mom. To my surprise, she did not scold me, but said that I should put it on a silver chain or silk cord, which is closed with a negative, and hang it in my room. The ring will thus convey positivity and bring good luck, especially since the stone is red – the color of good luck.
My late grandmother also told me that the money found will not bring wealth. She especially forbade raising coins on the road. But one day I simply ignored her ban, deciding that someone had simply lost the money and nothing would happen if I took it for myself.
Early in the morning I was going to work and saw banknotes scattered at the intersection of paths. At first I wanted to pass by, but I couldn’t resist and picked it up, deciding that they would pick them up anyway, so why not me. It was just that money was tight, but here was such a find.
I felt bad all day at work, regret about the money I took was replaced by joy that this money would be enough for me for a whole week. Then a wave of shame and fear came over me again, I wanted to throw them away, but then the thought came that I hadn’t stolen them, but simply found them, and it was unlikely that the person who had lost them would come back for them. To calm down, I spent it all on groceries that evening.
This pond was previously used as a fire pond while the base was in operation. But in the 90s the base was closed, the fence was broken, everything valuable was taken away, leaving devastation and ruins. And they found a “worthy” use for the reservoir, because our people are very talented and creative, so someone realized that it was expensive to remove sewage from the toilet using a sewer truck, and dumped it all into the reservoir. And as often happens, as soon as one person does something nasty, others will immediately pick it up, in general, through the efforts of people, this pit has turned into a septic tank, with a terrible stench and a lot of flies nearby.
At the moment, this disgrace has stopped, the foundation pit has been buried and in its place has appeared industrial building, but in those days people tried to avoid that place, fortunately residential buildings there was no one nearby.
I had one strange incident in my life. I was planning to go shopping on the weekend. I was just about to get on the subway when a friend called and said that she had come to see me and that she needed to see me urgently.
I didn’t want to go back and ruin my plans, but I had to. Annoyed by my friend, who could not warn me in advance about her arrival, I approached my house and only when I entered the entrance, I remembered that I had forgotten the kettle on the stove, since the smell of burning was heard even downstairs.
At the very beginning of the 90s, trouble happened to my grandfather. He worked on a bulldozer at a large construction site. There was an accident and his bulldozer overturned. The tracks (they weigh several tons) crushed the cabin. Other workers managed to save my grandfather: they pulled him out of the cab and took him to the hospital. At the same time, the doctors were surprised for a long time: “How did you even bring him alive?”
The condition was very serious, you can imagine: fractures, enormous blood loss. He spent a long time in intensive care, his condition remained serious, and later problems with his kidneys began. Toxification of the body began, swelling and grandfather became worse.
My grandmother spent almost all this time in the hospital, was on duty at the intensive care ward, and also spent the night there, under the door. Grandfather's condition became critical. The doctors said that’s it, my heart can’t handle it. If the kidneys don’t start working soon...
This story happened to my friend Tanya several years ago. In those years, she worked in a funeral home, taking orders and filling out documents, in general, doing the usual routine work. She carried out her work functions during the day, and other employees stayed at night. But one day, due to a colleague going on vacation, Tanya was offered two weeks to work at night shift, and she agreed.
In the evening, having started her shift, Tanya checked all the documents and phone number, talked with the employees who were on duty in the basement, and sat down on her workplace. It got dark, my colleagues went to bed, and there were no calls from clients. Time passed as usual, Tanya was bored at her workplace, and only the cat, which had taken root at their work and was considered a collective cat, brightened up her life a little, and even she was sleeping at that moment.
In 2009, I was in the hospital. The room was for six people. Two rows of beds with a passage in the middle. I got an old-style bed with an uncomfortable broken mesh (you lie like in a hammock). Bed guards made of metal rods. We hung towels on them (although this was not allowed). Because of the uncomfortable bed, my legs stuck out slightly into the passage. I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone softly tapping on my leg. It flashed through my head that I was either snoring or my legs were getting in the way. I looked and there was no one in the aisle or by my bed. Everybody sleeps. I thought that the woman from the bed opposite was bending over and I couldn’t see her because of the shield.
1. I’m in an abandoned house with some man, he shows me the room and says that his daughter lived here, she became a drug addict and died, and he doesn’t know why this happened. Why did she start using drugs, because she had always been a serious girl, and then they replaced her, and she went down a crooked path. And asks me to establish the reason. I walk around the room, start sniffing the air, and following the “smell” I go up to the window, and from behind the curtains (I seem to pull him out with sighs) a “freak” begins to appear, small, bald, wrinkled, with pale, disgusting skin.
Life brought me together with one woman - Svetlana, who told me this story about herself. She was 15 years older than me, and it seemed like we shouldn’t have crossed paths much, but, as they say, the ways of the Lord are inscrutable... It turned out that I was in a class with her brother, Alyosha; we lived in the same house, only on different floors; Our parents and she worked at the same enterprise. Of course, I knew that she was the sister of my classmate and often met her near the house, but due to the difference in age, the entire dialogue between us was limited to only a couple of routine phrases: hello - goodbye.
This story happened to one friend, Larisa, or rather to her father, who was killed in an accident.
One day the father (I don’t remember the exact name, like Sasha) of this Larisa and a friend went to some suburb of Khabarovsk. This friend then told this story. So, they are driving along the highway, there is a forest all around, everything is fine. But suddenly Sasha noticed a woman right in the middle of the road. A friend saw her too. And, in order not to knock her down, Sasha turned sharply to the left, but apparently did not calculate it well, and crashed into a pole with a bang. He suffered a very serious head injury and died on the spot. A friend escaped with a broken nose... A crowd of people began to gather at the scene of the accident, a traffic jam formed, an ambulance and (at that time) the police were called.
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This also happened in the army. I served in the Vladikavkaz border detachment from 2001 to 2003. The territory was located near the old Ossetian cemetery, and they say that the detachment itself stood in the old cemetery... So, I didn’t see this myself, but the old-timers, mostly officers, but many contract soldiers, told a lot of stories about the ghosts living there.
There was a summer soldier's swimming pool in which there was no water; it was never poured there during our service. They say that in the late 90s, when water was poured into the pool, luminous entities flying above it were seen many times at night. The guards got scared many times and opened fire... Everything disappeared after the water was released.
