Mysticism in the life of the history of eyewitnesses. Strange stories from real life. Green Children of Woolpit

From 28-12-2019, 21:28

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

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

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

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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 weekday sitting in a local pub, my friends (from Russia), the same degenerates like me, and of course, having previously thrown a couple of pints on our chests, went home.

We were (at least considered ourselves) decent people, therefore we were not drunk, but in the very better case cheerful. And so we rush home to our host families, we rush for a very long time, since from the center of even a small Bath to the sleeping areas we still have to go on foot, and we see a cemetery.

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

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

And here I see that on the next grave, a meter from me, between me and my friend, sits a brown-earthy figure, like 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 overcome by a very unpleasant and difficult to describe feeling, but which made it clear to me that someone really doesn’t like me here and that he / it is very dissatisfied not only with my actions, but with my presence on this heel of the earth in general.

I briefly, without unnecessary details, outlined my feelings and thoughts to my comrades, who by that time had decided to continue their inspection of the cemetery, after which they surprisingly easily agreed to 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 old then that they took me in a stroller, and the times were still such that they were not afraid to leave children on the street.

It was winter, my mother had to go to the store and she wanted to take me with her so as not to leave me at home. For one and the air to breathe. But on the other hand, she did not want to do the same for some reason. And my mother to this day 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 whose description only horrifies me as I get older. In the place where the stroller with little me should have stood, there is another one, pierced through and through by a huge icicle, through which blood flows to the ground. The feeling of such a bad premonition that my mother visited that day, she remembers very well.

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

I was then a few years older, and no longer a baby, but a n * zdyuk who did not want to, but sometimes still found trouble on his head. And we also had a stunning and dearly beloved Doberman, with whom she loved to walk for a long time, at least 40 minutes.

And now 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 watermelon. And somehow it didn’t smooth out in my head how to cut it, brand new and not yet opened, and I came up with the simplest option - to press it to my chest with my left hand and cut it with a knife with my right. No sooner said than done, and I opened a vein in my left arm almost to the very tendon, very effectively sprinkling myself and everything around while 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 obviously skipped her letter to Hogwarts, she suddenly had a sharp desire to go home, although she had not walked our cute 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 her mother’s mother was a nurse, and now only a red pink stripe on her arm reminds me of those days, which every year creeps closer to her elbow.

Story 3. Even shorter, but exclusively about me.

I was already older, no longer a n * zdyuk, but still not a kid, and I went that day, as expected, to school. Why did I need to cross a quiet road (along the lane in both directions), but which did not have any pedestrian crossing. Despite the headphones, which I did not part with, 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’m passing between 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 up. Such a cold feeling, like neither a gust of wind, nor a shake, as if someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled. Neither back nor 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 already been on the road, a car rushed along it at full speed against the movement. Despite the fact that I had a little breath, I went to school, I was so shocked by the fact that I remained alive, and that "something" kept me from this fatal accident, I gave myself lunch not to swear and followed it for many more months.

Mystical and inexplicable stories told by eyewitnesses.

Lost in time

I started working as a guard four years ago, right after my military service. Work - do not beat the recumbent. The schedule is three days later. You sit in your little room, you watch TV shows. It is not forbidden to take a nap at night, the main thing is to call the central office every two hours, saying that everything is in order at the facility.

Four years ago, most of the rooms in the building were empty. There was only one company of Internet providers based there. At 6 pm, all the installers locked their office and went home. I was completely alone. And then, during my third shift, something unexpected happened...
In the evening, when everyone had dispersed, I heard a strange noise. Yorzane, muffled blows and a rough male voice. I tensed up, took out a stun gun from the table and left my closet. The noise was coming from the right wing of the second floor. As if someone is banging on the door and yelling something vicious. Only swear words could be made out. Climbing the stairs, I, of course, was a coward. Where will you go from your work?
It wasn't dark outside yet, but upstairs there was only one window at the end of the wing, and the corridor was full of twilight. I pressed the switch, but the light didn't come on. That day the electricity worked intermittently. This is rare in our building, but it happens. They always explain it the same way: “The building is old, what do you want? There's always something to break."
I approached the place where the noise was coming from. These were the doors of the technical room. On the other side, someone was swearing and furiously pounding with their fists. A yellowed piece of paper was pasted on the door with the inscription “Room No. 51. The watchman has the key. But there was no castle! And a thick piece of reinforcement was inserted into the lock ears.
- Hey! - I shouted, as firmly as possible, so as not to give out a tremor in my voice.
- Finally! someone on the other side blurted out irritably and stopped banging on the door.
- Who's there? I asked.
- A horse in a coat! Open up, come on! What are you wondering?
The door staggered again, I realized that it was better to open it before it was broken. It was difficult to pull out a piece of reinforcement. He rusted hard. From this it became clear to me that it was not locked yesterday. After fiddling for a minute, I finally pulled out a piece of metal from the ears. A disheveled, unshaven man jumped out of the room, almost knocking me off my feet. He goggled his eyes at me and yelled:
“Tell me, why did you do it, huh?”
- What? - I thought that this man would explain everything to me, and he accused me.
- Why is the door closed? - still rudely he asks. Saliva splashes. The eyes are wicked.
- How should I know? It has always been closed! - I say.
- Are you completely stupid? the peasant said more calmly, and it seemed to me that his face became frightened.
He said nothing more, turned to the exit and walked away.
- Hey! Where are you going? I came to my senses when he had already left the wing. I ran after him, and he, without looking back, quickly descended the stairs and went out into the street.
I rushed to my closet. He took the key and locked the main entrance. He returned again and, having called the central office, reported that there was an outsider at the facility. The dispatcher conferred with someone, then told me to inspect everything and called again in five minutes.
I did everything as ordered. I went up to the second floor, studied room number 51. There was nothing to see there: just a long cramped room. An electrical panel with red letters "SCHO-3" and a ladder to the attic. When I saw the stairs, the key to the "mystery of the closed room" immediately became clear to me. I put together this version of events: some lunatic made his way into the building, wandered around the second floor, then climbed into the attic through one of the stairs in the hallway, and after crying down those stairs, he was trapped.
I called the dispatcher exactly five minutes later. He reassured me that all the locks were intact, nothing was missing, there was no one else in the building. And then I sat down at the table, opened the magazine and described the whole story on two pages. And he also described his guesses.

In the morning, when I had to turn in my shift, my boss showed up. I got nervous. He is a strict man - a former military man. He walked in, said hello and sat down to read my report. Then he asked to see the scene. We went with him to room number 51.
The chief inspected everything there, closed the doors and inserted a piece of reinforcement into place. After he announced that I was well done. He acted clearly and according to instructions. I got proud of myself. Only it was in vain. The next day, the shift worker called me and said that I needed to come to the city. The boss calls. He warned that everyone would be reprimanded.
I came. For the first time I saw all my colleagues. Among them, I was the youngest.
It turned out that after my shift, someone climbed into the building again. And again in room number 51. The security guard missed this case. Only in the morning I noticed that a piece of reinforcement was lying on the floor, and the doors of the room were open wide. There was no one inside, nothing was stolen, but the chief did not like this case very much.
He demanded that henceforth not a single fly fly into or out of the building without our knowledge. He said that that company has several million worth of equipment here and everything is under our responsibility. He ordered that the main entrance be locked immediately after the last worker left. And so that we sit and stare at the monitor for the whole day, as we should.
In short, the boss specifically told us. On the same day, instead of a piece of reinforcement, a lock was hung on the door. The keys to it were placed on a stand in the security room. Even a new piece of paper was printed on the printer and pasted on the door. Almost nothing was changed in the text - "The key is at the guard post (Room No. 51)", and now it was true. For a month after this event, the chief came twice a shift. Sometimes he personally called at night so as not to lose vigilance. But there were no more cases, and the severity of the guard post diminished.

Much time has passed since that incident. New firms have appeared in the building. Almost all the premises were occupied. A magnetic lock was placed on the main entrance. Now I let people into the building by pressing a button. At night, for fidelity, the door was locked with a key. It became very easy to work.
And then a year and a half ago something else happened. Admittedly, I was the only one who gave it any importance. A new installer got a job at the same Internet provider company. When I first saw him, I almost swore. He looked very much like that locked-in guy. Only this one smiled modestly, behaved as if he were seeing me for the first time and as if everything was unfamiliar to him.
For a long time, I was sure that this was the same psycho who caused a stir here during my first shifts. I kept thinking about who to say quietly. Even the burden of guilt on myself felt that I was silent about it. Suddenly, he had something bad in mind: he sniffed out something, and now he got a job ...
But after a while, I realized that this new installer and that crazy man cannot be the same person. This guy turned out to be completely adequate, simple and non-conflict. Once we got into a conversation, and I finally buried my doubts. It was his first year in the city. Came from the Astrakhan region. Never been to these places before.
His name was Dima, by the way. I had no reason not to believe him. And I decided that this guy would not throw out any oddities, but everything turned out to be completely different. 7 months ago, he disappeared under very strange circumstances ... It happened, as if on purpose, on my shift. That day there were again problems with electricity. This didn't give Dimka any rest. He's an electrician by trade, and gets really annoyed when something doesn't work.
- Come on. Everything will be fine in a day. How many times has this happened, - I told him, and he calmed down a bit. Stopped running around.
After 6 pm, when there was almost no one left in the building, Dima came to me, smiled and asked for the key to the 51st.
- I was already going home, and it just dawned on me that there is another shield there. Let me see what's there, he says. - 10 minutes, no more.
I nodded at the stand with the keys, they say, take it. He put his bag on my sofa, took the key and left. I was fascinated by the series and did not attach any importance to all this ...
It's been about an hour. I folded my laptop, deciding it was time to make a detour and lock the building. And then, getting up from a chair, I saw Dima's bag on the sofa and immediately remembered that he had not returned, although he promised to bring the key in 10 minutes.
Then I didn't suspect anything. You never know, a man got carried away with repairs. I left the room, checked the first floor, went up to the second. I see: the doors of room No. 51 are ajar, and there is dead silence in the wing ...
I called Dima, he didn't answer. And then fear churned in my stomach. I remembered that case with room number 51 and that guy who looked like Dima. And it began to seem to me that Dima was just as unshaven today, and his clothes were similar.
I called Dima again. Silence. Oh, and I got scared. I timidly crept up to the door ... The open lock hung on one ear, but there was no one inside. He flipped the switch and the light went on. Then a crazy idea came into my head. But I pushed those thoughts away. Dimka left, forgot about the bag, did not return the key. So what? It happens! Didn't report anything.
Only three days later I found out that Dima had not appeared at work since that day. His boss kept walking, lamenting: “Where did he go? After all, he's not a drinker." I realized that I saw him last, and every shift I asked about him. I thought he would show up and dispel my stupid suspicions. And he wasn't there. Contacted the police - to no avail.
And now I'm sitting in my shifts, I think. But what if the end of this disappearance story is somewhere in the past? Then you shouldn’t be surprised why Dima began to yell at me ... Of course, suddenly being locked up, I would have thought that it was I who closed it ...
I also remember the case when, the next day, someone again made his way into room No. 51. Suddenly, this is also Dimka, when he realized that “he didn’t go out there”? There is also a spare key for that lock, but I did not hang the lock on the door. He put it in a drawer. And I loosely bandaged the doors of room No. 51 with a thin wire so that it could be easily opened from the inside. There is nothing to steal anyway. And Dima, maybe even come back?

Prophetic dream with mosquitoes

My mother graduated from a technical school and, by the will of fate, was assigned to work in the glorious city of Chelyabinsk. The events described below refer to 1984-1985.
The girls worked together and did not live in a hostel, but in a rented apartment on the ground floor of a high-rise building. Four girls, two rooms, lived together and cheerfully. All were from different cities, and for the next new year holidays went home. Everyone except Gali, whose parents died a long time ago. So Galina stayed in the apartment alone for the holidays.
My mother met the holiday in a warm family circle, but she had a strange and terrible dream on the night from the first to the second. Galya stands in a dark room and brushes off mosquitoes. And mosquitoes - whole clouds swarm. Galya is already crying with annoyance, she can’t drive them away from her.
Returning to Chelyabinsk, the girls warmly congratulated each other and shared their impressions of the trips, but for some reason Gali was not at home. She did not come either on the second or on the third day, and everyone was terribly worried - everyone had already gone to work, and it was not in the nature of the girl to play truant.
It was also noteworthy that when my mother told her friends about her dream, the rest confirmed that they saw the same thing in a dream, maybe in a slightly different scenery. But Galina and mosquitoes were present in all three dreams. By the way, after the arrival, the tenants noticed that mosquitoes began to appear at home in an unusual amount for winter, but they attributed everything to possible dampness in the basement, where the central heating pipes run.
The statement to the police about the disappearance of Galya was written by my mother and her neighbors. The search began. We also checked the basement. There Galina's body was found in a very unsightly condition. And it was full of mosquito larvae. Heat, humidity, nutrient medium - insects have bred incredibly.
During the investigation, it was established that her friend came to the girl. Apparently, they quarreled at the door of the apartment, and he firmly put his head on her. The lifeless body in a dressing gown hid in the basement. Apparently, Gali did not have people closer to her friends in the world, so she dreamed about them, tried to tell where she was. From the loss of the unfortunate to the discovery of the body, it took about two weeks or a little more.

About the existence of other worlds and the mysticism that is associated with this, a small percentage of the population denies this fact, and someone believes in the presence of other forces. Each of us had phenomena, for example, like putting something in, and it suddenly disappeared. Or sitting at home in silence, sounds inexplicable to oneself are heard. There are many such examples and eyewitness accounts. Once my housemate told me: “When they moved into their apartment with their family, they collected a bookcase with shelves for shoes, having collected it all, they did not find one leg, searching everything they could, they did not find it, and then after a while the leg was lying right in the middle of the room."

Here is another mystical story, one family was sitting in the apartment in the kitchen drinking tea and suddenly from somewhere they heard a whistle that was repeated periodically. All members of the family were on their guard, only one grandmother said that the house brought news, if it was good, then he would no longer whistle. And in truth, he fell silent, and we no longer heard such a whistle, and three days later we learned about the addition of a member to the family, our niece was born.

In many cases, otherworldly forces want to save us from trouble, this is the story my friend told me. They had a dog very beloved by all family members, she lived with them for almost 18 years together and now she died of old age. My friend's husband worked as a truck driver, and now, after the death of the dog, he hits the road. At night, when he was driving, there was a heavy fog; visibility was zero. And suddenly his dog appears on the road and runs away, he, forgetting for a moment that she was dead, went after her, after a hundred meters she disappeared. Having safely reached the object and unloaded the goods, the husband hurried back. And what a surprise he had when, having arrived at the place where he had seen a dog at night, there lay a huge block of stone that had broken off a rock and fallen on the road. His beloved dog saved him from death, having gone after her, he drove around this stone.

One more scary tale which shocked me when I heard her from her employee, her grandmother was engaged in the treatment of people with non-traditional medicine, such as conspiracies, prayers. Having come to her one day, her grandmother told her a story and said that on such and such a day she would die and asked her to prepare for her death. Everything happened just like that, as my grandmother said, she died that day, and the story that she told her was such a life. Grandmother lived alone in the house and at night she heard a dog barking, going out into the yard, she saw in the garden the appearance of a man in a white robe, she came up and asked if she needed some help? The image stood with its back to her and did not say anything, then she walked around it from the other side and saw that there was no face in the hood and realized that death had come for her. And she heard the voice at once, which was said to her when she died.

And how many inexplicable fortune-telling about suitors are there. One of my friends so dreamed of getting married quickly and she wanted to see him so much that she was not even afraid to perform a ritual with a mirror at night. Taking a mirror and candles, she went to the bathhouse alone at night. And there she performed a ritual, put a mirror and lit 13 candles. She began to read the plot for each candle and at the same time extinguish it. After extinguishing 12 candles, suddenly someone knocked hard on the window. The girlfriend was very frightened and flew home from the bath like a bullet. In the morning she went to look and saw such a picture, the window was broken, and her little kitten was lying on the ground covered in blood. He, sacrificing his life, saved her from an unknown force, which she wanted to know from her ignorance. The conclusion suggests itself that everything that cannot be explained should be approached with caution.