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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 home 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 attention of the public was attracted by a young man whom many considered a “time traveler” - because modern hairstyle, zip-up sweaters, printed T-shirts, fashionable glasses and a 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.

Mystical stories from real life is a very early form of storytelling that dates back to time immemorial. People told them to each other around fires, mothers scared their children (for the purpose of education, of course), etc., etc. Often it is simply a legend, a modern form of folklore or mythology that reflects the fears or awe of an era. While they used to be passed down by word of mouth in real life, modern technology has also become a distributor of tales. Today, the use of various websites (such as our collection of mystical stories) and social networks, which have been able to create a special atmosphere of fear through design, music and video, is at the peak of popularity.

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”, imparting a certain reality and 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 Stories from Real Life.

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

Traditional folklore story 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 the name of this witch. Among different sources You can find the following names: Bloody Bones, Hell Mary, Mary Worth, Mary Worthington, Mary Wallace, Mary Lew, Mary Jane, Mary Stanley, Sally, Katie, 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 brutal manner of ruling and reprisals against political opponents. During her reign, Mary suffered several miscarriages and false pregnancies. In this regard, some researchers of English folklore have expressed the idea that “Bloody Mary” and her “passion” for kidnapping children personifies the queen, who was distraught over the loss of her children.

In addition to the role of a “horror story,” the legend of Mary also often acts as an English ritual of fortune telling for one’s betrothed, mainly performed on Halloween. According to legend, young girls should climb the stairs in a dark house, walking backwards, and hold a candle in front of the mirror. After this, they should try to see the face of their 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 had never heard of it, so one of the girls told the whole mystical story.

Mary Worth lived a long time ago. 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 crazy. 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 screams 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 Mystic stories from real life, we decided to turn off all the lights and try to summon the spirit of Mary. We all gathered around the mirror and started chanting "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 over to see what the problem was and saw long nail scratches on her right cheek. I will never forget her face as long as I live!!

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

Body in bed. A slightly mystical crime story from real life.

“A man and woman went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon and checked into a hotel room. When they got to the room, they both noticed an unpleasant smell. My 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 a conference. He has offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice as compensation and he is 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 walked in, they both still smelled the same scent. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled very bad. The manager told the man that they would try to find a room at another hotel. He called all the nearby hotels, but there were no available rooms. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find them a room anywhere, but they would try to clean the room again. The couple decided to go sightseeing and have fun, so they said they would give two hours to clean up and then return.

After the couple left, the manager and maid went into the room to try and find what the room smelled like. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, towels, removed the curtains and put up new ones, cleaned the carpet and scrubbed the entire room again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple returned two hours later to find the room still had a foul odor. The husband was so angry that he decided to find the source of the smell himself. Therefore, he himself began to search the entire room. Having removed 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 exactly confirms this particular case (none were reported in Vegas). But, there were numerous reports of similar events in newspapers across America.

For example: In 1999, the Burgen Record reported an incident involving two German tourists who complained of a terrible rancid smell in their room. Despite complaints, the couple ended up staying 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 Mysterious Story of the Body in Bed." The most recent true story about a hidden body in a 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 the body of Sonya Millbrook was found under the bed. Police say she was found in a metal frame sitting on the floor after someone reported a strange smell. The body lay in the bed frame, with a spring mattress on top. Investigators say room 222 has been rented out five times and has been cleaned by hotel staff multiple times since the day Sony Millbrook was reported missing. Homicide investigators say Millbrook was murdered."

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

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

“I have a friend who babysat as a teenager. I 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 the 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 home was huge, luxuriously furnished and filled with family heirlooms.

One day, one night they go to a dinner reception and leave this girl to look after the children. The owner is worried about 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. The living room has an attached kitchen and a huge screen TV, so entertainment will be no problem. So they leave, and their children, being obedient, soon go to bed. The babysitter settles into her specially designated room and begins to watch TV while preparing snacks for herself. Soon she begins to feel uncomfortable. There is an ugly, bulky statue of a clown in the corner of the room. It looks like some kind of grotesque antique from the 20s or so, and it's kind of dirty, covered in what looks like oil. A truly mystical story begins - the girl thinks that the statue is watching her.

They say that we have the ability to sense that you are being watched, but often this feeling is playing tricks on you. The girl tried to ignore It, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the clown's eyes were staring at her. She ends up taking her phone and locking herself in the toilet in the hall outside. In her head she told herself that she was crazy, thinking that the statue could hear her conversation, that this was a ridiculous thought, but she still leaves. She calls the owner of the house:

"Hello. This is Sarah. Look, I hate to bother you, but I have a weird mystical story going on here... there's a clown statue in your living room that really makes me feel uncomfortable... it's staring at me. Maybe we can move to another room or just throw a blanket over it?”

After a long pause, the mistress of the house answered:

“Okay, Sarah, I understand. Calmly. Wake up the children, take them out of the room, put them in the car and knock on the nearest house. When you get there, call the police. I think it’s safe to say that when you hear “call the police,” you’re not going to ask any more questions or waste your time right now.”

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

It turns out that children have complained before about the clown watching them sleep in their room. The father explained this with stupid mystical stories and mostly ignored their stories until the nanny saw him too. As it turns out, the local psychiatric unit had recently closed in the area, and not all of the former patients were being cared for. The story goes that the police tried to hide their concern, albeit not very well, after hearing mention of a clown costume before going 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 department was closed. They didn't catch him. "

Fear of clowns, or Coulrophobia, is not associated with 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 mainly appears in the form of "Pennywise the Dancing Clown". The twisted smiles and grimaces of the clowns became much more representative of twisted and insane evil. IN last years, the most famous of the clown forms is Batman's archimesis, the psychopathic Joker. Perhaps it is the mask and the facade of innocence that the makeup represents that makes the clown so scary. There is also a link to 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 for years in different options nanny 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 the Killer Clown in 1978. Other pop culture examples include the 1988 horror-comedy Killer Klowns from Outer Space. The Joker character of the Batman franchise appeared 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 from The Simpsons. In the episode Lisa's First Word (1992), Bart's childhood fear of clowns manifests itself in the form of Bart's injury from a shoddily made Krusty the Clown bed, when he continuously utters the phrase "I can't sleep, the clown is going to eat me." This phrase inspired a song by Alice Cooper on the album Dragontown (2001) and became a meme. Websites dedicated to evil clowns and the fear of clowns appeared in the late 1990s.

The killer is in the backseat. 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 breakfast in the morning. She stops at the garage on her way home to pick up some supplies. The company the woman works for demands overtime, and by the time she goes home, the road is pretty deserted. Suddenly another car pulls up behind her at high speed. She flashes her turn signal, accelerates, and begins to pass in oncoming traffic as if she were going to overtake, but at the last moment she breaks back and continues to “press up” from behind.

The driver of the rear car starts flashing his high beams, blinding her a little. In panic, she begins to speed up. Desperately, 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 begins to become more and more aggressive, blinking even harder and driving right behind her. In the end, he even hit her from behind several times. Her phone jumped somewhere under the seat. She rushes home. Finally reaching her house, she runs out of the car and runs to front door, but another car pulls up behind her. As soon as she inserts her key into 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 back seat window, staring at her and lightly knocking on the window."

This story easily deserves its place as one of the most terrifying mystery stories. In real life, it has caused countless people to check their back seats every time they drive at night (including me). The interesting moral of this story is that it is not always obvious the source of fear, which is actually the danger.

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

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

I can lick too... More of a disgusting than a mystical story. In real life, it was a viral mailing (like a chain letter).

An example of an actual email circulating in May 2001: Subj: DON'T DELETE THIS!!! (this scared me to death)

“Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young girl. She lived in a small town south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go 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 breed. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors. And at about 8 o'clock in the evening the parents went to the city. Doing as she was told, the girl closed and locked every window and every door. But there was one window in the basement that didn't close completely."

“Trying as hard as she could, she finally closed the window, but it didn’t latch. So she left the window and went upstairs. To make sure no one could enter, she locked the bolt on the basement door. "

“Then she sat down, ate her dinner and decided to go to bed. Around 12:00, she snuggled up to the dog and fell asleep."

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

“But for some reason she was nervous, so she reached over to the edge of the bed and let the dog lick her hand to make sure it was there to protect her. She woke up again at 3:45 a.m. to the sound of dripping water. But she still went back to sleep. She reached over again and let the dog lick her hand. 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 drive up to the house. 'Okay,' she thought. 'Now someone can fix this faucet...'" She went to the bathroom, and there was her collie dog, skinned and hanging from 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 get something heavy, in case someone else was in the house..... and there on the floor, next to her bed, she saw a small note written in blood: "I AM NOT DOG, BUT I CAN ALSO LICK, MY PRECIOUS! »

“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 person who killed the dog was never caught. If you delete this letter, 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. Don't 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 in your local newspaper. It will sound like this... Murder in a small town. A killer is 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 newspapers 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 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 has proven to be a popular phenomenon among users of social networking sites, and it has been a popular topic for email campaigns, mainly among younger users who believe that not sending an email will result in your death.

An interesting feature of this mystical phenomenon is its similarity to the A Nightmare on Elm Street films. That if something is not done, the killer will return in some supernatural form to claim 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!

This section contains the most hand-selected 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 read.

Quite recently I wrote a story for the site and clarified that this is the only mysterious story that happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases emerged in my memory, which happened, if not to me, then to the people next to me, who, of course, can be completely disbelieved. But if you don’t believe everyone who is next to you, then you don’t have to believe...

18.03.2016

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15.03.2016

I heard this story on the train from my neighbor in the compartment. The events are absolutely real. Well, at least that's what she told me. It took five hours to drive. In the compartment with me was a young girl with a little girl of five years old and a woman of about sixty. The girl was so restless, she constantly ran around the train, made noise, and the young mother chased after 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 renovations in the house. The town in the Chernihiv region where I was born is very 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 happened before my eyes over several years with a person whom I could then call a friend. Although we rarely saw each other and almost never communicated on the Internet. It’s hard 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 it 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 and was left alone in that apartment. And only her old neighbors and girlfriends, with whom she sometimes got together over a cup of tea, brightened up her loneliness. Is it true, ...

15.02.2016

I'll tell you my story too. The only mysterious story that happened to me in my life. It really can be attributed to a dream, but for me everything was very real and I remember everything as it is now, unlike any other bad dream. A little background. I see a lot of dreams and like any other person who dreams a lot, I can not only often...

05.02.2016

One young couple was looking for an apartment. The main thing is that they said that it should be inexpensive, but also in good condition. They finally found the long-awaited apartment: it was inexpensive, and the owner was a nice little granny. But finally the grandmother said: “Be quiet... the walls are alive, the walls hear everything”... The guys were surprised and with a smile on their faces asked: “Why are you selling the apartment so cheap? This is for you...

05.02.2016

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

02.02.2016

This story happened to me 2 years ago, but when I remember it it becomes very creepy. Now I want to tell it to you. I bought a new apartment because the previous apartment didn’t suit me very much. I had already arranged everything, but I was confused 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...

17.12.2015

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

15.12.2015

Our family had a tradition: every summer we went to the Vologda region to relax with our relatives. And the edges there are swampy, the forests are impenetrable - in general, a gloomy area. The 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 in the afternoon, it was cloudy and raining. While I was laying out my things, the adults were already lighting up the grill under...

From 28-12-2019, 21:28

Any doctor knows that there are no healthy people. Moreover, mentally healthy...
I’ll tell you a story I heard from the lips of one of my St. Petersburg friends. For reasons that will become clear below, I will change her name somewhat.

Alina had been divorced for more than three years. After ten years together and quite normal family life she and her husband parted ways. Maybe because they knew each other since childhood and during this time they became quite fed up with each other. Maybe because the spouse sometimes gave reasons for justified jealousy. And Alina herself cuckolded her husband several times. True, not as openly as he...

In three years of freedom from marriage, the thirty-five-year-old woman has seen a lot of men. Of course, not in the full sense of the word. Most meetings ended with the first innocent date in a cafe or park. Why waste time on a bad option in advance?
With each new gentleman, experience increased. Alina learned within the first ten minutes of communication to imagine what kind of fruit or vegetable was blowing her cheeks. She did not double-check how correct her assessment turned out to be, completely relying on her feminine intuition.

In this section we have collected true mystical stories sent by our readers and corrected by moderators before publication. This is the most popular section on the site, because... reading stories about mysticism based on real events is liked even by those people who doubt the existence of otherworldly forces and consider stories about everything strange and incomprehensible to be simply coincidences.

If you also have something to tell about this topic, you can absolutely free.

I found my great-grandmother alive and well. I remember well how, when I was still just a child, I loved to sit winter evenings on a warm stove, listening to the crackle of the fire, and drinking the most delicious herbal tea in the world with homemade hot bread, and listening to the incredible and sometimes little stories 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. Afterwards, they begin, which will last until Epiphany. I would like to write about one fortune telling that I have been observing for many years in a row.

When I was still a teenager, a schoolgirl in Soviet times, we sometimes got together with the girls from the class to tell fortunes about the grooms. Maybe one of us will meet true love, maybe even the name of your betrothed will come up, whom you will later marry, or what other events will happen in the coming year.

One girl from the class said that she knows a fortune telling that always comes true within 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 was nothing complicated, that we had everything for this fortune-telling, that many people knew about it and started telling fortunes after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (there were no lighters at that time) and paper. You need to crumple the paper with your hands so that there is a larger lump, put it on a plate, and then set it on fire and wait until the paper burns out completely. Then you need to go to the wall and find a place where the shadow of the paper will be best visible, where you can examine the resulting figures. The plate needs to be constantly rotated so that you can see better, look at what everyone has done, what values ​​have fallen, and what needs to be expected in the coming year.

The story begins in 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. We got married. I still don’t know what he found in her shifty character and very ordinary appearance, but they never quarreled with each other. 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 drinking the bottle. And no one was lucky on the personal front. My aunt only met a man when she was 35; before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. After which this man kicked her pregnant out of the house and completely turned his back on her.

Who remembers, Tolkien’s elves are not small creatures with wings, they are similar to people and, in addition to their brighter appearance, they differ from them in that they do not get sick, do not age, live almost forever (if they do not die in battle) and have magical powers. 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 man. And children born in such a marriage make their own 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 the other side of the coin - a person can choose the path of serving evil, but an elf is initially not subject 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, have a secondary education, and I worked in a call center on a helpline. I was born and live in a seedy province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics is proportionally increasing due to closed factories, layoffs and the general closure of jobs in the region. The oppressive atmosphere of the city is reflected in the gray and dirty Khrushchev buildings mixed with rotting wooden houses, which give the impression that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will fall on the people living in those houses.

The large number of abandoned buildings and the constantly decreasing population of the city suggests that people here have two options - either take the risk of leaving for Big city, or stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your sanity. At least somehow the presence of volunteer organizations like ours 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 pennies there, but fortunately I had skills in graphic design and my main income was freelancing. I couldn’t give up the helpline, since work experience in the work book is a pretty 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 their one and only life path.

In 1991, on May 28, something happened to me that is difficult even for me to believe. 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 located near the Central Galactic Sun. Yes, yes, that's exactly it. There is our Earthly Sun, and there is a Central Sun.

So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as always, but before I could close my eyes, I saw a beam of light descending on me from above and a noise, as if something was smacking inside me. A moment later I was already standing near my bed, or rather, I wasn’t standing, but hovering a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body, as always, remained lying down, and I stood and hovered in another body, and if the physical body lay there and phosphoresced with a greenish light, then it glowed like a bright 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.

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

One day my work took me to another city. I decided to change the city. I rented a one-room apartment there in a Khrushchev building. The decor is spartan. Room, kitchen, combined bathroom, floors, boards under linoleum, sofa and wardrobe. In principle, I was satisfied. In the evening I came home from work, cooked dinner and went to bed. There is washing, ironing, all sorts of cleaning, this is on weekends.

I lived like this for about a month, everything was fine, it was quiet, the neighbors weren’t restless, all the old women and cats. And then something started. At night some kind of mysticism happens. I’m lying there, still awake, tossing and turning, and then in the corridor there’s a creaking sound from the floorboards, as if someone was carefully walking. There in the apartment, as you enter, there is a corridor immediately to the left, and at the end there is a room and a kitchen. He himself is deaf and at night it is dark there, you can’t see anything at all. That's where it creaks in the dark. I think, who opened the door? Yah. He got up, went out, and looked. Everything is fine. Lay down. Again there is a creak as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, I fell asleep, and in the morning everything somehow seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Creak-creak, creak-creak. And the water in the bathtub started flowing from the tap. I think, wow, someone decided to take a bath with me. I went to the bathroom. Nothing flows there. But I obviously heard it. I'm going to bed. It's clearly leaking again for me. I get up and it doesn’t leak. He cursed and crawled under the pillow. Fell asleep.

I had an older brother, now deceased. For a long time his parents did not agree to buy it for 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. His parents gave his brother a motorcycle when he was 17 years old.

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