Scary scary stories. Scary, creepy stories from real life

Are you afraid to watch horror movies, but still having decided, then you are afraid to sleep without light for several days? May you know that in real life there are even more terrible and mysterious stories than the fantasy of Hollywood screenwriters can invent. Find out about them - and you will look into dark corners with fear for many days in a row!

Death in a lead mask

In August 1966, on a desert hill near the Brazilian city of Niteroi, a local teenager discovered the half-decomposed corpses of two men. Local police officers, having arrived at the dough, found that there were no signs of violence on the bodies and, in general, any signs of violent death. Both were dressed in evening suits and raincoats, but most surprisingly, their faces were hidden by rough lead masks, similar to those used in that era to protect against radiation. The dead had empty bottle from under the water, two towels and a note. which read: "16.30 - be at the appointed place, 18.30 - swallow the capsules, put on protective masks and wait for the signal." Later, the investigation managed to establish the identity of the dead - they were two electricians from a neighboring town. Pathologists were never able to find traces of trauma or any other causes that led to their death. What experiment was discussed in the mysterious note, and what otherworldly forces killed two young men in the vicinity of Niteroi? Nobody knows about this yet.

Chernobyl Mutant Spider

This happened in the early 1990s, a few years after the Chernobyl disaster. In one of the Ukrainian cities that fell under a radioactive release, but were not subject to evacuation. The body of a man was found in the elevator of one of the houses. The examination found that he died from massive blood loss and shock. However, there were no signs of violence on the body, except for two small wounds on the neck. A few days later, a young girl died in the same elevator under similar circumstances. The investigator in charge of the case, together with a police sergeant, came to the house to conduct an investigation. They were taking the elevator up when the lights suddenly went out and there was a rustle on the roof of the cabin. Turning on the flashlights, they threw them up - and saw a huge disgusting spider half a meter in diameter, which was crawling towards them through a hole in the roof. A second - and the spider jumped on the sergeant. The investigator could not aim at the monster for a long time, and when he finally fired, it was too late - the sergeant was already dead. The authorities tried to hush up this story, and only a few years later, thanks to eyewitness accounts, it got into the newspapers.

Mysterious Disappearance Zeba Quinn

On a winter afternoon, 18-year-old Zeb Quinn left work in Asheville, North Carolina, and went to meet his friend Robert Owens. She and Owens were talking when Quinn got a message. Tensing, Zeb told his friend that he had to call urgently, and stepped aside. He returned, according to Robert, "completely out of his mind" and, without explaining anything to his friend, quickly left, and drove off so hastily that he hit Owen's car with his car. Zeb Quinn was never seen again. Two weeks later, his car was found outside a local hospital with a strange array of items: the key to a hotel room, a jacket that didn't belong to Quinn, several liquor bottles, and a live puppy. Huge lips were painted on the rear window with lipstick. According to the police, Quinn received the message from the home phone of his aunt, Ina Ulrich. But Ina herself was not at home at that moment. According to some signs, she confirmed that, probably, someone outsider had visited her house. Where Zeb Quinn disappeared to is still unknown.

Eight from Jennings

In 2005, a nightmare began in Jennings, a small town in Louisiana. Once every few months in a swamp outside the city limits or in a ditch along the highway passing near Jennings locals found another body of a young girl. All the victims were local residents, and everyone knew each other: they had been in the same companies, worked together, and two girls turned out to be cousins. The police checked everyone who, at least theoretically, could be related to the murders, but did not find a single clue. In total, eight girls were killed in Jennings over the course of four years. In 2009, the killings stopped as suddenly as they started. Neither the name of the killer nor the reasons that pushed him to the crimes are still known.

The Disappearance of Dorothy Forstein

Dorothy Forstein was a prosperous housewife from Philadelphia. She had three children and a husband, Jules, who earned good money and held a decent post in the civil service. However, one day in 1945, when Dorothy returned home from a shopping trip, someone attacked her in the hallway of her own house and beat her to a pulp. Dorothy was found unconscious on the floor by the police who arrived. During the interrogation, she said that she did not see the face of the attacker, and had no idea who attacked her. Dorothy took a long time to recover from a nightmarish incident. But four years later, in 1949, misfortune again visited the family. Jules Forstein, arriving from work shortly before midnight, found the two youngest children in the bedroom in tears, trembling with fear. Dorothy was not in the house. Nine-year-old Marcy Fontaine told police she was woken up by a creak front door. Going out into the corridor, she saw that he was coming towards her. unknown man. Entering Dorothy's bedroom, he reappeared some time later with the unconscious body of a woman slung over his shoulder. Patting Marcy on the head, he said, "Go to bed, baby." Your mother was sick, but now she will get better.” Dorothy Forstein has not been seen since.

"Observer"

In 2015, the Broads family from New Jersey moved into their dream home, bought for a million dollars. But the joy of housewarming turned out to be short-lived: the family immediately began to be terrorized by threatening letters by an unknown maniac, who signed as "Observer". He wrote that "his family had been in charge of this house for decades" and now "it was time for him to look after it." He also wrote to the children, wondering if they "found what is hidden in the walls" and declaring that "I am glad to know your names - the names of the fresh blood that I will receive from you." In the end, the frightened family left the creepy house. Soon the Broads family filed a lawsuit against the previous owners: as it turned out, they also received threats from the "Observer", which were not reported by the buyer. But the most terrible thing in this story is that for many years the New Jersey police have not been able to figure out the name and purpose of the sinister "Observer".

"Draftsman"

For nearly two years, in 1974 and 1975, a Serial killer. His victims were 14 men - homosexuals and transvestites - whom he met in the city's macabre establishments. Then, having caught the victim in a secluded place, he killed her and brutally mutilated the body. The police called him a "draughtsman" because of his habit of drawing small caricature pictures that he gave to his future victims to break the ice on first meeting. Fortunately, his victims managed to survive. It was their testimony that helped the police learn about the habits of the "draughtsman" and draw up his identikit. But, despite this, the maniac was never caught, and nothing is known about his personality. Perhaps he still walks sedately through the streets of San Francisco ...

The Legend of Edward Mondrake

In 1896, Dr. George Gould published a book describing the medical anomalies he had encountered during his years of practice. The most terrible of these was the case of Edward Mondrake. According to Gould, this intelligent and musically gifted young man lived in strict seclusion all his life and rarely even allowed his relatives to come to him. The fact is that the young man had not one face, but two. The second was located on the back of his head. It was the face of a woman, judging by the stories of Edward, who had her own will and personality, and very vicious: she always grinned when Edward cried, and when he tried to sleep, she whispered all sorts of nasty things to him. Edward begged Dr. Gould to rid him of the cursed second person, but the doctor was afraid that the young man would not survive the operation. Finally, at the age of 23, the exhausted Edward, having obtained poison, committed suicide. In a suicide note, he asked his relatives to cut off his second face before the funeral, so that he would not have to lie with him in the grave.

The missing couple

In the early morning of December 12, 1992, 19-year-old Ruby Breuger, her boyfriend, 20-year-old Arnold Arcembo, and her cousin The Tracys were driving along a desert road in South Dakota. All three had been drinking a little, so at some point the car skidded into slippery road and she flew into a ditch. When Tracy opened her eyes, she saw that Arnold was not in the cabin. Then, before her eyes, Ruby also got out of the car and out of sight. Arriving at the scene, the police, despite their best efforts, found no trace of the missing couple. Since then, Ruby and Arnold have not made themselves felt. However, a few months later, two corpses were found in the same ditch. They lay literally a few steps away from the scene. The bodies, which were in various stages of decomposition, were identified as Ruby and Arnold. But many police officers who had previously participated in the examination of the accident site unanimously confirmed that the search was carried out very carefully, and they could not miss the bodies. Where were the bodies of young people these few months, and who brought them to the highway? The police were never able to answer this question.

Kula Robert

This old shabby doll is now in one of the museums in Florida. Few people know that she is the embodiment of absolute evil. Robert's story began in 1906, when she was given to a child. Soon the boy began to tell his parents that the doll was talking to him. Indeed, the parents sometimes heard someone else's voice from their son's room, but they believed that the boy was playing something like that. When some unpleasant incident happened in the house, the owner of the doll blamed Robert for everything. The grown-up boy threw Robert into the attic, and after his death, the doll passed to the new mistress, a little girl. She did not know anything about her story - but soon she also began to tell her parents that the doll was talking to her. Once a girl ran to her parents in tears, saying that the doll was threatening to kill her. The girl was never inclined to gloomy fantasies, therefore, after several frightened requests and complaints from her daughter, they, out of sin, donated her to the local museum. Today, the doll is silent, but the old-timers assure: if you take a picture at the window with Robert without permission, he will certainly put a curse on you, and then you will not avoid trouble.

facebook ghost

In 2013, a Facebook user named Nathan told his virtual friends a story that scared the hell out of many. According to Nathan, he began to receive messages from his girlfriend Emily, who had died two years earlier. At first, these were repetitions of her old letters, and Nathan believed that this was only a technical problem. But then he received another letter. "Cold... don't know what's going on," Emily wrote. From fear, Nathan drank a lot, and only then decided to respond. And immediately received Emily's answer: "I want to walk ..." Nathan was horrified: after all, in the accident in which Emily died, her legs were cut off. Letters kept coming, sometimes meaningful, sometimes incoherent, like ciphers. Finally, Nathan received a photo from Emily. It showed him from behind. Nathan swears that no one was in the house when the photo was taken. What was it? Is the web really inhabited by a ghost? Or is it someone's stupid joke. Nathan still doesn't know the answer - and can't sleep without sleeping pills.

true story"Creatures"

Even if you've seen the 1982 movie "The Creature" in which a young woman is raped and harassed by a ghost, you probably don't know that this story is based on real events. This is exactly what happened in 1974 to Dorothy Beezer, a housewife and mother of several children. It all started when Dorothy decided to experiment with a Ouija board. As her children said, the experiment ended successfully: Dorothy managed to summon the spirit. But he flatly refused to leave. The ghost was notable for bestial cruelty: he constantly pushed Dorothy, threw her into the air, beat and even raped her, often in front of children who were powerless to help their mother. Exhausted, Dorothy called for help from specialists in the fight against paranormal phenomena. All of them unanimously told later that they saw strange and terrible things in Dorothy's house: objects flying through the air, a mysterious light appeared from nowhere. Finally, one day, right in front of the ghost hunters, a green fog thickened in the room, from which a ghostly figure emerged huge man. After that, the spirit disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. What happened in the Los Angeles home of Dorothy Beezer, no one still knows.

Phone stalkers

In 2007, several families in Washington went to the police with complaints about phone calls from unknown people, accompanied by terrible threats. The callers threatened to cut the throats of their interlocutors in their sleep, to kill their children or grandchildren. Calls were heard at night, at the very different time, while the callers knew for sure where each of the family members was, what he was doing and what he was wearing. Sometimes the mysterious criminals recounted in detail conversations between family members in which there were no strangers. The police unsuccessfully tried to trace the telephone terrorists, but the telephone numbers from which the calls were made were either fake or belonged to other families who received the same threats. Fortunately, none of the threats became a reality. But who and how managed to play such a cruel joke with dozens of people who did not know each other remained a mystery.

call from the dead

In September 2008, a terrible tragedy happened in Los Angeles. train accident which claimed the lives of 25 people. One of the dead was Charles Peck, who was traveling from Salt Lake City for an interview with potential employer. His fiancee, who lived in California, was looking forward to the groom being offered a job so they could move to Los Angeles. The day after the disaster, while rescuers were still removing the bodies of the victims from under the rubble, Peck's fiancée's phone rang. It was a call from Charles' number. The phones of his relatives also rang - his son, brother, stepmother and sister. All of them, picking up the phone, heard only silence there. Answering calls were answered by an answering machine. Charles' family believed he was alive and was trying to call for help. But when the rescuers found his body, it turned out that Charles Peck died immediately after the collision and could not call in any way. Even more mysterious, his phone was also broken in the crash, and no matter how hard they tried to bring it back to life, no one succeeded.

From Yesterday, 11:35

One night at 3am outside my bedroom window (which is on the second floor) there were flashing lights and a smell of incense. I was scared, so I woke up my mom (who is the most skeptical person ever) and asked her to watch while I closed the windows. At first she grumbled about having to wake up because of this, but then she stopped talking when she entered my room. I closed the windows, then we both went to bed.

The next day, I felt pretty stupid when I let my imagination get the better of me, so when I saw my mom, I said, "Hi mom, I'm sorry about last night." She replied: "It's okay, I saw it too."

When a person feels bad, he looks for a way out. When a person feels very bad, but there is no way out, he will look for the most absurd ways out. He clings to every straw that can fix his life a little. And if it's bad for everyone around? Only a few are satisfied with their lives, the rest have massive depression. What then? Then dishonorable people can make good money by holding out the illusion of such a straw to others.

In the mid-nineties, a financial crisis, rampant crime and a sense of hopelessness set in in several countries. There have always been scammers. Now they are more active on the Internet on bulletin boards, but then they loved mysticism more. People went to various fortune-tellers, magicians, etc. I want to tell you about the most stupid (in my opinion) way of making money on mysticism. It is very strange that someone came across him, it is strange now, but maybe for someone it was that straw.

There were people at the market, on trains, and even in many organizations who were selling... Words. Yes, it sounds ridiculous, but they were really selling words. They claimed that these unusual words, knowing them, you can solve any problem and make others obey you.

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

It was in 2017, somewhere in the beginning or middle of May. The weather was sunny, but the puddles from the melted snow had not yet really dried up, there was this vile slush everywhere. We then walked around the city with our gang: me, my wife, and a friend with my girlfriend. It was a day off, there were a lot of people around, too, apparently, they went out in the sun to bask. We decided to sit on a bench near the park. We sit and talk about life. We look, not far, about twenty meters from us, some strange guy is hanging around.

A place: Novosibirsk region, Berdsk, Lenin 87 kv 30.

Date and time: August 2009

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

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

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

I'll start my story with questions: What is mysticism, and what is our imagination? How do other people influence us and how do we influence them? Many of you already know the answers, but many of you are only interested and read books by science fiction and parapsychologists, not realizing the consequences of being carried away by promising methods. We are promised that they will teach to develop psychic abilities, heal yourself and others, walk through other worlds, control dreams and much more. Many of you have already experienced reverse side these wish fulfillments. Why then are we asked to know about it? So disinterestedly they reveal to us the secrets, knowing which, we master the power of the spirit, the vision parallel world, controlling someone else's fate.

This story was told to me by my grandmother Tatyana (mother of my father). At the time of the events she was 15 years old.

Postwar period (1947). Ukrainian village. Summer. Time closer to 4 am, still dark. Further from the words of the grandmother:

“I took the cow to water. I walk along the road, on the right is a cemetery. Suddenly I see a car ahead. I think: “We need to let the car pass. I’ll go a little to the cemetery, the car will pass and I’ll go further.” And so she did. And take the car and stop nearby. A man got out of the car. He didn't see me. He went to the trunk and began to pull out a carpet and a shovel. Well, I immediately understood everything: night, a cemetery, a carpet ... I thought: “How can I go now?

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

The first one is about Julia.

It so happened that a couple of cameras of our company are located near a wasteland, and one overlooks a tree, behind a fence. That's where Julia comes in.
My first shifts were in the middle of winter, no one warned me about what might happen, so when one of the cameras showed that a girl came under a tree, she grabbed all my attention and forced me to put aside a bunch of bricks, because she started a dialogue with weeping willow.
Her arrival fell somewhere at 19-20 hours, sometimes she had a strict schedule to come every two or three days, it periodically changed, sometimes she didn’t come for more than a month (according to the shifters).

I heard this story from a good friend of mine. Contrary to the prevailing opinion about former convicts, after serving his term he remained a normal person and returned to normal civilian life.

In the late nineties, this comrade, while serving a term in one of the Ural colonies, met a guy named Lazar. It was about 35 years old. The guy is not particularly remarkable. Is that cheerful and a joker more than others. He sat down on trifles: either for pickpocketing, or for a fight.
Thanks to his sociable nature, Lazar became friends with the orderlies at the administration (zeks, who were used there as household servants). Through them, I somehow received several letters from girls from outside.

Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable...

It's really scary" creepy stories" real life

"Was it or not?" - scary story from real life

I would never have believed in something like this if I myself had not encountered this “similar” ....

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

We waited for some time to pass. 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 open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And I felt like I was healing. It was only then that I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the sofa, next to your dad, sat your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young to me. I always dreamed that she dreamed of me. But at that moment I was not happy with our meeting. Grandmother sat silently. And I screamed that I did not 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. Dad confirmed that he was cold! 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 get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mother's story. Maybe grandma is bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery. Ah, if not for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to her every week!

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 go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I want to! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if you are tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: “Let’s go to the cemetery and stagger ?!”. I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.

Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. I didn't care, to be honest, what I would wear. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We have gathered. They left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a 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 love helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the cabin.

Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold "went" from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very insistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my "second half" did not believe in intuition and in its existence.

We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I got really scared, 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 movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The lump in my throat prevented me from doing so. I pulled my hand out of his. But I saw that everything with his body was in order, that he had become the same. But I couldn't imagine it! I clearly saw that the body of the beloved was covered with "transparency".

I can't say exactly how much time passed, but we went home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and series of the "creepy" genre!

I got so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. Summer, can you imagine? I don't represent myself... We drove off. And when the cemetery is 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 or two, maybe! But I did not persuade him to go the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding somehow. I chalked it up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck ran 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 gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn as Misha?!

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

Since then, I haven't dated anyone. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.

"Scary secrets of a small house"

300 miles from home... It was there that the inheritance in the form of a small house stood and waited for me. I've been meaning to look at it for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. Opened the door. The castle jammed as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I still got through the lock. Went in to the sound of a creak. It was creepy, but I got over it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone - alone.

I did not like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It's good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in 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 shaking. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I again saw how the curtains “flickered”. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table, I found a yellowed note. In it was written this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! I sold this house and never came close to it again. I do not want to remember all this horror.

When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to quietly run away there. He opens the door and there is a woman sitting there. He got embarrassed and quickly closed the door.

He stood for a moment, thought, remembered that it seemed that all the guests were in the house or nearby, there should not be anyone in the garden. Opened the door again, but no one was there. He's screaming and running. Have calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the mother of the bride in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.

It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I fell asleep too. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - not that fear, not that cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up already, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with ears pressed somewhere to the side nearby. I shift my gaze in that direction and see how a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature is sneaking across the room. With something like a face eyes closed. He moves towards the window, arms outstretched in front of him, like a man in the dark groping.

I couldn't even scream out of fear. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released its claws at my leg with all the dope, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, reached the window and disappeared.
The cat fell asleep soon, and I kept trembling in bed until the morning, I was afraid to even get up to turn on the light.

This case was also at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short knock on the door. The first thought was, what if something happened to relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door awake, I ask: who is there? Silence. She didn't see anyone through the eyes. She looked at the clock and went to sleep. And just went to bed, immediately the second call.

Then I foolishly opened the door without question. Behind the door stood something tall, like a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And in place chest there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point, I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone, like that, they go crazy, they arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I to you. Can you login? I answered no. She slammed the door and went to bed. And that's all. There were no more calls.

I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.

My one friend and her friends, having drunk, decided to call the “spirit of Pushkin”, although the adult aunts are already, everyone is at least 40, but such a childhood has found them.

Have fun, have fun. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend's dacha, everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, batteries rattled, as if they were being driven back and forth with a stick. The peak was when a certain "force" pulled the blanket off one of the ladies. Another received a blow on the cheek, even had an abrasion. It ended with the fact that I had to write out the priest to clean the house. Oh, he cursed! Said they "let in a restless spirit." But cleared, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And in an empty place.

Oh, it’s better not to tell, they won’t believe it anyway ... When my father died, my grandmother and mother decided to lie down in one room, in the other there was a coffin. Grandmother quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I were still lying and thinking, thinking, thinking ... And suddenly we clearly heard our father's native snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand "did you hear?" - "yeah" - "oh, mommy ...".

The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us not to leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives began to come early in the morning. Until now, no one believes. But we couldn't hear the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral, his face changed, became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw them off from home and attended the funeral service.

I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father was building was at the wall stage. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the basement floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed there with the neighbor girls and with a battery-operated tape recorder. Didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't eat pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the hook rattled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.

We hid. Then this someone entered the house and went through the rooms. We heard steps - but through the cracks in the floor it was clear that there was no one in the house! Then the steps went to the exit, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and we did not see anyone. The steps died down - we got out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house was completed. The brother's wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks attentively at one point.

Once - I was six years old - I woke up as if from a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light fell from it! But I didn't even have time to think about it, or turn my head to look...

A chilling sound broke the silence of the room. I turned sharply to the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of the monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but the palms with spread fingers were turned towards me - one arm was at the shoulder, the other was stretched forward, attacking me ... The creature's hair was reared, framing the head with a halo, huge eyes burned with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room was plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to a strong stutter, I could not utter anything ...

After grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. They went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “Probably, this is my grandfather. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.

I told my mother later, it turns out that she also heard the clatter and also fell asleep peacefully. But grandfather's son-in-law (my mother's sister's husband, my uncle) did not go to bed longer than us. He heard the slamming of the door to the neighboring house, something rumbled in the passage. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened, and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers, heard nothing more.

I was then 12 years old, maybe less, I was left at home alone. Parents went to friends or on business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by a forest.

So I decided to call my mother, find out when my parents will be at home. I call and hear voices. I thought that there was a failure on the line, called back again, again voices, listened. And there, two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was rather a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard, and they would definitely find me by phone number.

I didn’t call my parents, I thought I would run into those cannibals again. One, the house is big, breaking a window is a trifling matter.

The younger of my two cousins ​​was about to get married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was. The answer strained her: it is the day of her mother's death, my grandmother, and, accordingly, my cousin's grandmother. To the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for my grandmother.”

A week before the wedding, the bride's parents came to the groom's house to meet their future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered, went into the bedroom of the parents. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall, and almost lost consciousness, the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.

It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought she woke up), and next to her, bending over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not good, it must be honored.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photo on the wall. It was my grandmother.

By the way, they lived after the wedding for only two months, then fled. The story is not made up.