Mystical stories from life. Creepy real stories

This story happened back in 1978. I then studied in the 5th grade and was a very little girl. My mother worked as a teacher, and my father was an employee of the prosecutor's office. He never spoke about his work. In the morning he put on his uniform and went to work, and in the evening he returned home. Sometimes he came gloomy and ...

Portrait of a dead man

Who among us does not know the respected American portrait painter Girard Haley. He acquired his world famous thanks to the brilliantly executed image of the head of Christ. But this work was written by him in the late 30s, and in 1928 very few people knew about Girard, although even then the skill of this man was very much appreciated ...

Slipped out of the loop

It was a cold February 1895. It was the good old time when rapists and murderers were hanged in front of people, and not given ridiculous terms of imprisonment, mocking morality and ethics. A certain John Lee did not escape a similar fair fate. The English court sentenced him to death by hanging, placing ...

Returned from the grave

In 1864, Max Hoffmann turned five years old. About a month after his birthday, the boy fell seriously ill. A doctor was invited to the house, but he could not say anything comforting to his parents. In his opinion, there was no hope of recovery. The illness lasted only three days and the doctor's diagnosis was confirmed. The child died. Small body ...

The deceased daughter helped the mother

Dr. S. Weir Mitchell was considered one of the most respected and distinguished representatives of his profession. During his long career as a physician, he served both as president of the American Association of Physicians and as chairman of the American Neurological Society. He owed this to his knowledge and professional integrity ...

Two dropped hours

This terrible incident happened on September 19, 1961. Betty Hill and her husband Barney were vacationing in Canada. It was drawing to a close, and unresolved urgent matters awaited at home. In order not to waste time, the couple decided to leave in the evening and spend the whole night on the trip. In the morning they had to get to their native Portsmouth in New Hampshire ...

The saint healed his sister

I learned this story from my mother. At that time I was not yet in the world, and my older sister had just turned 7 months old. For the first six months she was a healthy child, but then she fell seriously ill. She had severe convulsions every day. The girl's limbs were twisting and foam came out of her mouth. My family lived ...

So destined

In April 2002, a terrible grief befell me. My 15-year-old son died tragically. I gave birth to him in 1987. The birth was very difficult. When it was over, they put me in a one-bed ward. The door was open, and a light was on in the corridor. I still cannot understand whether I was asleep or had not yet recovered from the difficult procedure ...

The return of the icon

This amazing story was told by our neighbor at the dacha, Irina Valentinovna, three years ago. In 1996 she changed her place of residence. The books, of which she had a lot, were packed by the woman in boxes. In one of them, she casually shoved a very old icon of the Mother of God. They got married with this icon back in 1916 ...

Do not bring the urn with the ashes of the deceased into the house

It just so happened that when I reached the age of 40, I have never buried anyone from my loved ones. They were all centenarians. But at the age of 94, my grandmother died. We gathered for a family council and decided to bury her remains next to her husband's grave. He died half a century ago, and was buried in the old city cemetery, where ...

Death room

Do you know what a death room is? No! Then I'll tell you about it. Sit back and read. Maybe this will lead you to some specific thoughts and keep you from rash actions. Morton loved music, art, was involved in charity work, respected the law and honored justice. Of course, he nourished the most ...

Ghost from the mirror

I have always been interested in various stories related to supernatural phenomena. I liked to think about the afterlife, about the otherworldly entities that inhabit it. I really wanted to call the souls of long-dead people and communicate with them. One day I came across a book on spiritualism. I read it on one ...

Mysterious savior

It happened during the war in a difficult and hungry 1942 with my mother. She worked in a hospital pharmacy and was considered an assistant pharmacist. In the premises, rats were constantly poisoned. For this, pieces of bread sprinkled with arsenic were scattered. The food rations were small and meager, and my mother once broke down. She raised ...

Help from the deceased

It happened quite recently, in the spring of 2006. My close friend's husband was drinking heavily. This upset her greatly, and she wondered what the damned to do with him. I sincerely wanted to help and remembered that in such cases the cemetery is a very effective remedy. I need to take a bottle of vodka that I was holding ...

Treasure found orphans

My grandfather Svyatoslav Nikolaevich was a representative of an old noble family. In 1918, when the revolution was raging throughout the country, he took his wife Sasha and left the family estate near Moscow. He and his wife left for Siberia. At first he fought against the Reds, and then, when they won, he settled in a remote place ...

Angel under the bridge

Hoppy soil

The spacecraft strained its engines roared and smoothly sank to the Earth. Captain Freemp opened the hatch and stepped outside. The sensors showed a high oxygen content in the atmosphere, so the alien took off his spacesuit, took a deep breath of air and looked around. Sands stretched to the horizon around the ship. Slowly in the sky ...

Besieged in their own home

This story is genuine. It took place on August 21, 1955 in the state of Kentucky, USA, at the Sutton farm after 19:00 local time. Eight adults and three children witnessed the terrible and mysterious incident. This event made a lot of noise and instilled terror, fear and confusion in the souls of people. But everything is in order ...

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I found my great-grandmother alive and well. I remember well how, as a child, I loved to sit on a warm stove on winter evenings, listening to the crackling of the fire, and drinking the world's most delicious herbal tea 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 I still remember some of them, here are a few of them.

Today one of my favorite holidays is Christmas. After, 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 met with the girls from the class to tell fortunes about the suitors. Maybe one of us will meet true love, maybe even the name of your betrothed, whom you will marry later, will even fall out, or what other events will fall out in the coming year.

One girl from the class said that she knows fortune-telling, which always comes true in a year. She said that she learned about him from her mother. We asked what needs to be done to make everything work out like adults. She said that it was nothing complicated, that we had everything for this fortune-telling, that many people know about him, and they wondered after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (at that time there were no lighters yet) and paper. The paper needs to be crumpled with your hands so that the lump is larger, 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 seen, where you can examine the figures that have turned out. The plate needs to be constantly twisted so that it is better seen, to examine what each has done, what values ​​have dropped out, and what needs to be expected in the coming year.

The story begins in the post-war period. Since that way, the 50s. My grandmother Lida was completely ugly: crooked teeth, an oblique eyebrow from a scar and a prickly unpleasant stubborn character. But she married my grandfather - a handsome guy of 30 years old, a military man. We got married. I still don’t know what he found in her shifty nature and very ordinary appearance, but they never fought among themselves. The grandfather obeyed, as if he was giving in.

But violent quarrels with relatives happened constantly, with daughters, son - there were constant conflicts with them. At one time, my mother’s brother was always kissing the bottle. And still no one was lucky on the personal front. My aunt, only 35, met a man, before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. Then this man kicked her pregnant from the house and completely turned away from her.

Who remembers, Tolkien's elves are not small creatures with wings, they look like people and from them, in addition to a brighter appearance, differ 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 there are a lot of people among us, in whose veins elven blood flows. Tolkien describes two cases of marriage between an elf and a human. And the children born in such a marriage themselves make a choice - to become a human or to become an elf. According to Tolkien, people, of course, are incomparably weaker than elves. But people 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 susceptible to most vices, is organically connected with the earth, nature and is not capable of thoughtlessly destroying it, which is sometimes characteristic of people.

I am 23 years old, secondary education and I worked in a call center on the helpline. I was born and live in a seedy province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics is proportionally increasing with 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 Khrushchevs mixed with rotting wooden houses, which give the impression that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will collapse on the people living in those houses.

The large number of abandoned buildings and the constantly decreasing population of the city suggests that people have two choices here - either to take the risk of leaving for a big city, or to stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your mind. The presence of volunteer organizations, such as ours, somehow saved the situation. A lot of people needed moral support, and our small company of volunteers tried to help these people. I worked in the organization for about a year and a half. I earned a penny there, but fortunately there were skills in graphic design and the main income was freelancing. I could not leave the helpline, since work experience in a work book is quite an important thing, and since childhood, my now deceased parents taught me to always help those in need. During 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 one and only life path, unique by anyone and never.

On May 28, 1991, something happened to me that is hard to believe even for me. And this is a true story, not a fantasy, and it is one of many in my present life. That night, I flew to the planet Tron. This planet is adjacent to the Galactic Central Sun. Yes, that's right. There is our Earthly Sun, and there is the Central Sun.

So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as usual, but before I could close my eyes, I saw a ray of light and noise descending on me from above, as if something had smacked in me. In a moment I was already standing by my bed, or rather, it would be better to say, not standing, but hovering a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body, as always, remained lying, and I stood and hovered in another body, and if the physical body lay and phosphoresized with a greenish light, then it shone like a bright light bulb. I had a body, arms and legs, my mind worked just as clearly as in that lying body, but there was also a difference - my legs fell through the floor into the next apartment to the neighbors who lived below me on the first floor.

An acquaintance told me such a mystical story, even though he is a skeptic. I fully preserve the author's style, that is, I copy his entire text.

Once at work, it brought me to another city. I decided to change the city. I rented a one-room apartment there in a Khrushchev. The decor is spartan. A room, a kitchen, a bathroom with toilet, floors, boards under linoleum, a sofa and a wardrobe. In principle, it suited me. In the evening I came home from work, cooked supper and sleep. Washing there, ironing, cleaning all sorts, it's on weekends.

He lived like this for a month, all the rules, quietly calm, the neighbors are not restless, all the grandmothers are old and the cats. And then something started. At night, some kind of mysticism is going on. I was lying, not sleeping yet, I was tossing and turning, and here in the corridor the floorboards creak, as if someone was walking cautiously. There, in the apartment, as you enter, 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 it is dark, nothing is visible at all. It creaks there in the dark. I think, the door, or what, who opened it? Yah. I got up, went out, looked. Everything is fine. Lay down. Again creaking as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, fell asleep, in the morning everything seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak. And the water in the bathtub flowed from the tap. I think, wow, someone decided to wash at my place. Went to the bath. Nothing flows there. But I clearly heard the same. I go to bed. It flows again, obviously, with me. I get up - it does not flow. He swore and crawled under the pillow. I fell asleep.

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

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

In the life of every person there are such incidents and stories, telling which palms sweat, and hair stands on end. Of course, in fact, most of them are mere coincidences, but it is not always possible to believe in this. In fact, there is enough mysticism in our world, therefore another story something out of the ordinary can happen to absolutely anyone. Further we will focus on the most mysterious and terrible cases that happened to people.

It happened in Latvia, namely in Riga. The young man recently got married. He decides to get together with his friends and have a little chat. Of course, it was not without alcohol. All night the friends were buzzing to the fullest and having fun like the last time. Lots of alcohol and drugs were present at the party.

After a few hours of fun, everyone began to go to their rooms to rest and sleep. One of the friends decides to stay in the kitchen with the hero of the occasion, in order to spend the night talking "by concepts." When all the alcohol had already been drunk, and the friends could barely stand on their feet, it was decided to go to bed. Young man, who had recently become a husband, went to his wife's room, and the friend went to another, where no one was.

This is where a mysterious story based on real events begins. As soon as the guy lay down on the sofa, he immediately felt something was wrong: strange creaks and exclamations, obscene words uttered in a whisper. Of course, such a situation could scare anyone. Then, in the mirror opposite the bed, a shadow flashed, which pretty much frightened the young man. He was afraid to get up, as it is not known what to expect. Then such knocks were heard, similar to hammering in a nail. The thought immediately appeared that alcohol and drugs made themselves felt. This could be considered true if it were not for a strong knock, after which the guy breaks down and turns on the light.

What he discovers then just drives you crazy. There was a hammer on the floor, the knocking of which had been heard earlier. A strong fright and a sense of self-preservation took over, and the guy ran to sleep in another room. Waking up, he told the story friends. But they weren't laughing. It turns out that this house was built by an adult man who traveled the world. Soon he hanged himself from a tree near the estate. How and why he did this is still not known. And his ghost still roams the house.

Reading this mysterious story, based on true events, goosebumps appear on the skin, and the hair simply stands on end. Sometimes you are amazed at what happens to people.

A young girl working in the office day and night practically did not appear in her apartment, as the work absorbed her from head to toe. The only things she did while at home were washing in the shower, cooking and sleeping. There was simply no time for other things. The girl did not have fun and did not invite friends to visit, since the malicious boss did not give the young lady a rest.

And once such a moment came that the apartment had to be sold. It was removable, and the owner found a buyer. Consequently, the girl had to move out of the living space belonging to another person. Under the rental agreement, there was only one week left until the next payment. That was how much time was left to find a new apartment.

Hire realtors there was no money, no time. Therefore, the young lady went to friends who could help her. And, it would seem, there was a good opportunity to live in a friend's apartment for a small cost. But there is one discrepancy - a grandfather recently died in this place, and a year before him a grandmother. For some reason, the landlady decided not to tell this to her own friend. Apparently, she wanted more money.

After collecting her suitcases, the girl still moves to a new apartment. Of course, she very rarely appeared there again, since the end of the year is in the yard, and it is necessary to draw up various reports for the entire working period. There was no weekend at all.

One day, the chef decided to make a gift, giving the girl a day off. She devoted the whole day to cleaning the apartment. In the evening, tired of all the fuss, she drank a glass of red wine and turned on the TV, where they showed cartoons. Suddenly young lady heard her lock open. A great fear gripped her. Then the male steps went to the kitchen. For several minutes the tenant of the apartment lay in disbelief. Later, having gained strength, she still decides to go and check. But there was no one there.

The next day, she told this story to her friend, who rented her an apartment. She could not restrain herself and said that it was on the sofa where the girl slept that both grandfather and grandmother died. Most likely, it was their perfume that traveled around the house. A few days later, the resident packed her things and left. She did not communicate with her friend again.

A mystical real story from the life of real people originates in the nineties of the last century. Perestroika is in the yard, no one has money, everyone is surviving as best they can. And now an unremarkable family lived absolutely like everyone else: a small apartment, two children, an unloved and low-paid job.

But one day the head of the family declares that bought a new car... There were many quarrels over this purchase, since there was no money even for food, and my father was buying transport. The new purchase was an old Audi 80 with a range of more than two hundred thousand kilometers. And from the first day the car for some reason took a dislike to its owner: it constantly broke down, some parts fell off, rust "ate" the body.

My father spent days and nights in the garage, trying to fix the problem that had reappeared. Every day brought miracles: a puncture of a wheel is already such a common activity that the new owner did not lose heart, but dutifully repaired his "swallow".

And then one day, when patience was just running out, it was decided sell a car... Before preparing for the sale, the family decides to wash the car inside and out to create a more or less presentable look. The children decided to clean up the trash under the seats, where a package was found.

This bag contained various letters, which contained all kinds of curses and conspiracies. Of course, this is a great fear. It is not known who and why left these inscriptions in the car, but they made me very nervous. It was decided to dispose of all curses by burning. And so they did.

After that, some strange things began. For example, someone stole a wallet from my mother. Gradually, the problems only gained momentum. One of their major problems was work. For some reason, the boss is so angry with her husband and wife that he decides to deprive them of their salaries. Accordingly, they had to look for new sources of income, because a family with children would simply die of hunger.

And here is the buyer for the car. Arriving at the appointed time at the right place and having inspected the vehicle, he decides to buy a car. After spending small test drive, the buyer drove into the pit and punctured the wheel. This is just the beginning of his problems. Still, he decides to buy the "damned" car, not knowing about its past. The deal took place, the money was received, the buyer left.

Story 1:

In my youth, when I was about 19, I went to study in England, in the glorious city of Bath.

And then one late evening, after a day-to-day sitting in a local pub, my friends and I (from Russia), the same degradants as me, of course, after putting on a couple of pints on my chest ... went home.

We were (at least considered ourselves) decent people, so we were not drunk, but at best, funny. And so we rush home to our host families, we go for a very long time, since from the center of even little Bath to the sleeping areas we still have to walk by pawns, and we see the cemetery.

The Cemetery is healthy, old, beautiful ... and locked up. On the huge gate was a lock and an inscription, something like "I did not call you, go away, until nine o'clock in the morning." The good fellows were bored, and the cemetery was too beautiful to just walk by, and there was still some church, and here it was just a green hedge. In general, we found a tree, climbed over, began to cultivate. The spaciousness and neatness of the place today impressed the Russian fellows so much. Without any vandalism, of course.

We walk, look at the gravestones drowning in the grass, marvel at the dates of deaths that go back centuries, and it seems that the cemetery is patrolled by a watchman, also with a dog. Well done, they quickly merged with the area, hiding behind the bushes, and think about their fate. And these fellows are sitting on the graves, looking through the bushes at the watchman and the dog, who do not yet see them.

And here I see that on the next grave, a meter away from me, between me and my friend, there is a figure of a brown-earthy color, as if a shadow rising from the ground, in exactly the same position as me (if in Russian - on courts), and I see it for exactly a second, while others do not notice at all. And at that moment I was penetrated by a very unpleasant and difficult to describe feeling, but which made it clear to me that someone did not like me here very much and that he / she was very dissatisfied not so much with my actions, but with the presence on this heel of the earth in general.

I briefly, without unnecessary details, outlined my feelings and considerations to my comrades, who by that time intended to continue exploring the cemetery, after which they surprisingly easily agreed with my proposal to leave. Here.

Story 2. Short. What happened not so much to me as to my mother.

It was a long time ago. I was so much then that they drove me in a wheelchair, and the times were still such that they were not afraid to leave their children on the street.

It was winter, my mother needed to go to the store and she wanted to take me with her so as not to leave me at home. For one and breathe air. But on the other hand, she did not want to do the same for some reason. And to this day my mother does not like to do what she really does not want. She went to the store, which means she was alone, and did not leave me on the street in front of the store, where she always left, and where everyone else then left their children in the same way, so as not to drag them to this very store.

Upon my return, my mother sees a picture, the description of which only terrifies me more as I get older. In the place where the stroller with little me should have stood, there is another, pierced through by a huge icicle, on which blood is poured onto the ground. The feeling of such a bad feeling that visited my mother that day, she remembers very well.

History 2.5. Also short and again about my mother, but in her I took more part.

I was then a few years older, and no longer a kid, but a b * tuk who didn’t want to, but sometimes did find trouble on his head. And we also had a stunning and beloved by his mother Doberman, with whom she loved to walk for a long time, at least 40 minutes.

And then it was the late summer month of August, I was at home alone, my mother had just gone for a walk with the dog, and I wanted to eat a watermelon. And somehow my head did not smooth out like his, a new one and not yet opened to cut, and I came up with the simplest option - to press him to the chest with my left hand and cut on it with a knife with my right. No sooner said than done, and I opened a vein on my left arm almost to the tendon, very effectively sprinkling myself and everything around me in the process of running around the apartment in search of a bandage. After all, do not stain your clothes, tablecloth or sheets, right?

According to the description of my mother, who had obviously skipped her letter to Hogwarts, she suddenly wanted to go home, although she hadn’t walked our lovely dog ​​weighing half a centner for ten minutes. Returning home, she sees that everything was not in vain - the door to the apartment is open, very quiet and there is literally blood everywhere. I can hardly imagine what was going on in her head then, but the mother's mother was a nurse, and now only a red pink strip on her hand reminds me of those days, which every year creeps closer to the elbow.

Story 3. Even shorter, but only about me.

I was already older, no longer a b * tch, but still not a boy, and that day, as expected, I went to school. Why did I need to cross a calm road (along the lane in both directions), but which did not have any pedestrian crossing. Despite the headphones, with which I did not part, from which neither Ramstein nor Bi-2 sounded, I crossed it calmly, since the lane "to the city" stood dead, being clogged with cars. And now I pass between the two bumpers, they are already raising my leg to take a quick step into the "oncoming" lane (I only looked in the right direction, in the direction of travel), as something literally pulls me. Such a cold feeling, like neither a gust of wind, nor even a shake, as if someone grabbed the shoulders and pulled. Not back or forward, but as if to bring me to my senses, from which I just froze in place. The main point is that in the next second, in which I should have been on the road, a car rushed along it at full speed against the movement. Despite the fact that after catching my breath a little, I went to school, I was so shocked by the fact that I was still alive, and that "something" kept me from this fatal accident, I gave myself lunch not to swear and followed it for many more months.