Real life stories about ghosts are sometimes no less terrifying than the plots of Hollywood films. They are told about by those who experienced it themselves, read in newspapers or heard firsthand. Some events have forever entered the city chronicles, others have become family legends, and still others annually attract crowds of tourists to the most mysterious corners of the world. Here are a few such stories.

Myrtle Plantation, Louisiana, USA

On a myrtle plantation in Louisiana (USA) there is a haunted house. Local residents say that they see Chloe more often than others - a black slave girl who died at the hands of slaves like herself.

...The black-eyed beauty worked as a servant in her master's house. One day she decided to eavesdrop on a conversation outside the door and did not notice how the owner approached from behind. In anger, he grabbed the black woman by the hair and began to scold her for being too nosy. Chloe screamed and called for help, but this angered the slave owner even more: he took out a knife and... cut off the obstinate slave’s ear.

Local residents say that more often than others they see Chloe here - a black slave girl who died at the hands of slaves like herself

The unfortunate woman suffered for a long time, and then decided to take revenge on the offender: she baked a pie with poison and served it for dinner. It so happened that the owner and her children were the first to try it. They died, and the plantation owner unleashed his wrath on the slaves. A lot of tears and blood were shed then. The survivors committed lynching of Chloe and lynched her. Since then, the girl’s ghost has been wandering around the estate where her life ended so horribly.

The Girl from the Resurrection Cemetery

Residents of the city of Justice (Illinois, USA) periodically meet a blonde girl voting on the side of the road. Those who gave her a lift say that even in summer the beauty smells strangely cold. She always asks to stop near the Resurrection Cemetery, gets out and...dissolves into thin air.

...In 1930, a girl named Mary agreed to go to a dance with her gentleman. Everything was fine until they quarreled on the way back. The beauty left her boyfriend, loudly slamming the door.

Mary’s funeral took place at the Resurrection Cemetery, and now the girl constantly asks her for a ride there

The guy left, and the blonde walked along the road. She hoped to catch a ride, but was hit by a car and died on the spot. The driver simply did not see the girl in the dark.

Mary's funeral took place at the Resurrection Cemetery. But that same evening she was seen again in an elegant dress, voting on the side of the road!

In 1976, the local police received a call: the caller claimed that a girl was locked in the cemetery. The arriving detectives did not find anyone, but the thick metal bars of the gate turned out to be bent, and forensic scientists later reported that they found handprints on the bars... Mary.

The Stanley Hotel and its ghosts

This hotel is popular. Much of the credit for this goes to local ghosts. Guests say that in the empty rooms of the hotel someone plays the piano from time to time and makes noise at night. The sounds of children's voices can be heard from the corridors when no one is there.

The main ghost here is the ghost of the Honorable Lord Dunravin, who once owned the land on which the hotel is built

The main ghost - the ghost of the honorable Lord Dunravin, who once owned the land on which the hotel was built - likes to visit room 407. He steals jewelry from guests while they sleep. This has happened many times, but this does not scare the guests - the room is never empty. Curious tourists cherish the hope of one day seeing the ghost and asking why he does this.

The Ghost of Rayham Hall

She is called the “brown lady” for her classic chocolate-colored dress. There are different assumptions about who this woman is, who quietly wanders around the house at night. Most believe that she is Mrs. Dorothy, the former wife of the Marquess of Townshend, the owner of the house. They got married when the girl turned 26 years old. On her wedding day, Dorothy beamed with happiness, because her husband was the man she had loved since childhood!

Some eyewitnesses say they saw Dorothy running up the stairs, disheveled, while others saw her leaving the room with a candle in her hand.

After a while, the feelings began to fade, and one day the Marquis of Townshend learned about his wife’s infidelity. As punishment, he locked her in a room. Family life went wrong, Dorothy lost interest in life and soon died. However, her soul did not leave the house where it was once happy.

Some eyewitnesses say they saw Dorothy, disheveled, running up the stairs, others saw her leaving the room with a candle in her hand. The “Brown Lady” looks at the world with empty eye sockets, terrifying everyone who gets in her way. Impressionable visitors to Rayham Hall tried to drive away the ghost, even shot at it, but Dorothy just shook her head and went into the darkness, only to return again. True, they say that since then she began to visit Rayham Hall much less often.

Young lady in the taiga

This happened 15 years ago. Friends decided to go hunting. We got ready, loaded into the UAZ and drove to the taiga. It was 15 km to the hunting hut, we got there quickly, settled down and went to bed early to get up at dawn.

At about 4 a.m. everyone was awakened by the terrible cry of Vasily, the youngest. He sat hugging his knees and trembling like an aspen leaf. He came to his senses half an hour later and said that someone had disturbed him in a dream. The guy opened his eyes and saw the blue face of a woman in the moonlight. I got scared and screamed.

This happened 15 years ago

The hunters went outside and noticed that a heavy box with equipment, which two strong men could barely lift together, had been moved to the window. And at night the first snow fell and there were traces of bare female feet on it, going into the distance. The guys decided to find out where the night guest had run away. They walked and reached a forest lake, on the shore of which the tracks ended.

When we returned, we agreed not to tell anyone about the incident, you never know what people would think. And after a while we heard from the locals a story that Old Believers used to live in these places, and a few kilometers away there was a high-security zone. Two prisoners somehow escaped, and there was noise throughout the entire area. And soon the body of a raped girl was discovered in the forest. So her soul still walks through the forest, and when she sees hunters or people in uniform, she cries and asks for help...

The Ghost of Waverly Hills Sanitarium

In 1910, a tuberculosis hospital opened in Waverly Hills (USA), where patients came from everywhere in the hope of getting rid of the disease. However, 95% of them, alas, could not survive consumption. Over the entire history of the institution, more than 8 thousand people died within its walls. In those days, fresh air and sunlight were considered the main “medicines” against pulmonary disease.

The ghost of a girl has been seen here several times

Even today, corpses are found around the former hospital. One of these turned out to be the remains of nurse Mary Lee. Her story is sad. Someone claims that the girl contracted consumption from patients and died. Others argue that she fell hopelessly in love, became pregnant and committed suicide. One thing is certain - the story is directly related to the Waverly Hills sanatorium, because even after death Mary does not leave it. The ghost of a girl has been seen here several times. One of the photographers even managed to capture him in the picture.

Girl with a doll

Sveta and Dasha studied at Kuban State University (Krasnodar) and rented an apartment together. One day, Sergei, Dasha’s brother, came to visit the girls. They set the table and chatted until dark. Sergei stayed overnight on the free sofa.

In the morning over tea, the guy was dumbfounded: “There’s a ghost living in your apartment. A small girl, about five years old, with long hair. She’s wearing a pink dress and holding a doll.” There was a pause. The news did not seem pleasant. Moreover, Dasha stated that Sergei has abilities: he “sees.” Sveta blurted out: “If he sees it, let him tell you how to get rid of the ghost.” The young man finished his tea and assured that there was no need to be afraid of the girl: “She protects and takes care of you, fools.”

“There is a ghost living in your apartment. A small girl, about five years old, with long hair. She's wearing a pink dress and holding a doll."

A week later it was time to pay rent, and the landlady came to visit. The tenants shared the news, and the woman said: “In 1985, our neighbors’ little daughter disappeared right from the playground, but they couldn’t find her.” Everything became clear.

One morning the girlfriends were getting ready for classes and already in the hallway they heard a child crying in the back room. It seemed? Dasha returned and saw the iron turned on on the table! She turned it off, crossed herself and whispered: “Thank you, baby...”.

Ghosts of rain

Two friends were relaxing in a sanatorium near Moscow. One day it rained in the morning, the girls sat in the room until the evening. There was a conversation about evil spirits. Word by word, we decided to “experiment” with ghosts. They turned off the lights, lit a candle and began to wait. No one seriously expected to see anything, but after 20 minutes a silhouette of a woman with an umbrella appeared on the wall. It was a shadow, but as if in 3D format! Fear took my breath away.

No one seriously expected to see anything, but after 20 minutes a silhouette of a woman with an umbrella appeared on the wall

It turned out that the guest did not come alone. As soon as she disappeared, an old woman appeared on the wall, holding a boy’s hand. With her other hand she gestured desperately, as if she was saying something. The friends froze, horror shackled their arms and legs. Finally one reached the switch. With the first flash of light, the “movie” ended. For another quarter of an hour the girls “kicked out” the invisible aliens out the open window. The rain has finally stopped - the summer thunderstorm does not last long. The friends breathed a sigh of relief, drank a cup of mint tea and went to bed.

We woke up to the sound of water dripping loudly from an umbrella in the hallway. Opening the window, the girls discovered that it was a great summer day outside, the asphalt was dry, and there was no trace left of the overnight rain.

Evil owner

In 2003, a young family from Ulyanovsk changed their housing. The "new" apartment was old and needed renovation. Relatives offered help, and work soon began to boil. Under the old wallpaper there were many needles stuck into the wall. Nobody attached any importance to this. The first week after the renovation was spent in pleasant chores: the owners distributed things around the apartment and enjoyed the feeling of newness. A grandmother and granddaughter were setting up a nursery.

The "new" apartment was old and needed renovation

But one day life changed dramatically. Waking up in the morning from a terrible roar in the kitchen, the owners rushed there. A terrible sight awaited them: water from the tap was pouring onto the floor, boxes and dishes were falling from open cabinets. Through joint efforts we managed to restore order, but thoughts about what it was didn’t let go all day.

In the evening, history repeated itself. This time, the grandmother was the first to come running in response to the noise, and the young housewife was the first to respond to her scream. The elderly woman was hysterical. It took her a long time to come to her senses, but after an hour she calmed down and said that... a transparent man came out of the wall, approached her and hissed in her ear: “Get out of here!” I'm the boss here." The grandmother was given a sedative, she fell asleep safely, and in the morning she went to her place. The “owner” didn’t bother me anymore, but a year later the family changed their place of residence again.

Ghost in the Mirror

This story happened 5 years ago, in Kyiv. The parents bought an apartment for their student daughter, renovated it, and furnished it. Somehow it happened that the mirror in the hallway was hung opposite the entrance to the bathroom, that is, when the door is open, you can find yourself in the space between two mirrors. Knowledgeable people say that it is unsafe.

Somehow it happened that the mirror in the hallway was hung opposite the entrance to the bathroom, that is, with the door open, you can find yourself in the space between two mirrors

One evening Elena (the owner) went to wash herself. The light bulb in the bathroom suddenly burned out and I had to leave the door open. The girl was finishing brushing her teeth when she felt a cold sensation on her shoulder. Raising her eyes, she saw in the mirror that a glowing green silhouette was standing behind her and extending his hand to her. The creature was incorporeal, but terrible. Elena looked back - the vision had disappeared. She looked in the mirror and saw in the reflection how the entity hugged her neck. In fear, she grabbed her phone and called her friend over. "Green" did not appear again.

Cases from real life once again prove that not everything in the world is as simple and unambiguous as it seems. Perhaps ghosts live in every apartment... Scary? There is a reason to get a cat!

I want to tell you the most terrible stories about ghosts, not fictional ones, but those that happened to people in real life. Persons with a weakened psyche - leave our site.

I myself don’t believe in all this devilry.

Ghouls, demons, astral plane.

But Anna doesn't think so.

She clearly saw the ghost, which she is in a hurry to tell about.

Ghost of a Drowned Boy

The most annoying thing is that no one believes me.

They call her an inventor and advise her to meet a guy.

Six months ago, under unclear circumstances, a boy living on the outskirts disappeared.

The guys said that the last time he was seen was in swimming trunks by the river.

They walked by, said hello, and smiled.

No one else met him.

The boy was an excellent swimmer, and, sorry, he could not drown in the Don River, which is not that deep in our area.

At that moment I was friends with Vaska, returning home after midnight.

Damp, nasty, rainy.

As I approached the bridge across the river, I almost lost the power of speech.

I clearly see the ghost of Maksimka, who is calling me to follow him.

He beckons and threatens with his finger.

I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move on.

I closed my eyes, rubbed my cheeks, I suddenly opened them, and he was standing in front of me.

So cold and lifeless. With dead eyes and some kind of pungent sulfur smell.

I lost consciousness.

I was discovered only in the morning. An ambulance was called.

I’m telling it like it is, they say, I saw the ghost of a drowned boy.

And they prick me, they calm me down, they say, I’ve heard enough scary stories, so my head is spinning.

The boys laugh and twist at their temples.

And I'm telling you the truth.

It was a ghost that is still being sought today.

And the choked one is here, next to us, but he doesn’t appear to anyone else except me.

Ghost in a studio apartment

My name is Inna.

I bought a secondary home, a cozy little room in a residential area of ​​Moscow.

There are no heirs, the grandmother who lived died of a heart attack.

She moved in, made repairs, and furnished her mansions. Without glamor, but with taste.

I haven’t seen any ghosts, although I believe that they really exist.

One day, I swore loudly in the kitchen while cutting fillet into strips.

Literally at that moment it seemed to me that someone was standing behind me.

I turned around sharply and felt as if some entity had slapped me in the face.

Not by hand, but by a strong wind.

She bandaged her finger, somehow prepared some stew, and went to bed.

The story about the breathing ghost was slowly letting me go.

Another time, when I was sewing and accidentally hurt my finger, a swear word came out of my mouth.

This time I didn’t get a slap in the face, but saw a real ghost of my grandmother, who was looking at me with angry eyes.

I cannot give an explanation for this phenomenon.

A story about a scary ghost

He comes to me at night. As if he wants to talk about himself.

But nothing works.

Makes rustling noises, creaks, and penetrates dreams.

I know him. He fell out of the window of our house.

Guy, looks 20 years old.

A terrible story. There were many inconsistencies in the case.

Some residents spoke well of him, and did not believe that the young and cheerful young man left this life of his own free will.

Accident. His mother couldn't stand it and left after him.

We didn't have time to pump it out. The ambulance arrived too late.

I don’t know who lives in the empty apartment now.

Do ghosts exist? Is there an afterlife and other world? What happens to a person after death. We will try to answer all these questions in this section of our website.

You can say and assert as much as you like that ghosts do not exist. However, even science cannot give an exact answer to this question. But if you pay attention to the reports of eyewitnesses, you can assume that the afterlife still exists. You may ask, where does this confidence come from? It's actually simple. At different times, different peoples described ghosts in almost the same way. Tribes of New Guinea and American Indians, who never had contact with each other, described manifestations of otherworldly forces in almost the same way.

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Ghosts is a series of mini horror stories. Don't trust anyone, even your closest relatives, because they may turn out to be ghosts.

GHOSTS

A BOY'S DIARY

May 25. My name is Nick. I am 5 years old. I have a mother, father, brother and sister. Ben is already big. He is 14 and goes to school. And Molly is 16, but she doesn’t study anywhere. Parents believe that she is not there. But she always plays with me and Ben, they must be joking.

May 28. Today is Sunday and Ben didn't go to school. We played with Molly all day. And when we were called to dinner, I asked for a piece of pie for her. Molly never eats with us. Dad said that there was no Molly, and Mom asked how I knew her. How can I not know my sister?

June 1st. Today my mother's brother's son came to visit us. We accidentally quarreled, and he said that we were not my mother’s relatives, she took us from an orphanage, and her child died 16 years ago. I cried. He made it up, didn't he?

June 5. Today Molly promised us that she would take us to stay with her. I was happy, but Ben was scared. Why? We're going to see our sister! For some reason my parents weren’t happy either.

the 9th of June. Everyone is sad today. Ben lies and does not open his eyes. The parents say that he died, and Molly says that he is just sleeping and that he needs this to go to her. IM not sad.

June 18. It's night now. Molly came to me and said she would pick me up. She allowed me to finish writing. Now Molly is standing behind me with a knife and waiting. I'm happy to live with her.

The diary was found next to the bloody body.

LOVING BROTHER

Now I tell everyone that my little sister Lisa died in an accident when she was four. I told everyone that she was hit by a car. But the time has come to find out the truth.

Lisa had blond hair, blue eyes, and was born beautiful, unlike me. She was loved and pampered by everyone, and I was no exception. I played ball with her, read books to her, stood up when Lisa was offended. Everyone considered me a loving brother.

Time passed and Lisa began to behave, to put it mildly, strangely. She talked about some Sema who comes to her at night. At first, my parents and I didn’t attach any importance to this; at Liza’s age, it’s normal to invent imaginary friends for yourself. But then Lisa stopped sleeping at night, she began to say that Sem was convincing her to kill herself.

They took her to a psychologist and calmed her down, but Sem continued to come. My mother believed in ghosts and convinced my father to move. We settled into the new house quite quickly. Sam didn't bother Lisa for a week. My sister was happy, she was back to the happy little girl she was before. But one day, when I was playing with dolls with her, I wanted to drink and went to the kitchen. Lisa followed me.

“Sem came to me yesterday,” she said. “Sem asked me to do this.”

With these words, Lisa took a knife from the table and plunged it into her throat. In horror, I told my parents what happened, they believed me, but they forbade me to disclose it.

I used to tell everyone that my little sister Lisa died in an accident, now you know the truth. But, stop.

This is not entirely true. You see, Lisa was too small, she wouldn’t have reached the table, but I’m taller than her, I could.

And also, it didn’t cost me anything to sneak into her room at night.

FAMILIAR

I'm Kate and I'm thirty years old. The usual start, isn't it?

When I was walking home yesterday, a girl who looked ten years younger than me met me. He has a very pleasant personality and knows how to carry on a conversation. I arrived in the city recently, and she agreed to help me navigate it. That was very nice of her!

The girl helped me find a cheaper apartment, advised me where I could find a job and where I could have fun on the weekend.

One day we were walking in the park with Ann (that was the girl’s name) and chatting peacefully. I noticed that a man in a white jacket and jeans was looking at us strangely. Maniac? As it turned out, no...

A man came up to me and asked, “Miss, are you okay?” ”

“Yes,” I answered, “why did you...

- I just saw you walking and talking to the void...

Later I learned that a girl named Ann was once killed in the city. I never saw my friend again.

SHUT UP

Ned really disliked his younger brother Jack. It is unknown what was the reason for such fierce hatred. Not a single day goes by without brothers quarreling. They were scolded and punished, but this did not help.

One day Ned and Jack had a fight again and it ended in a fight.

- Idiot! – Ned yelled, throwing a book at his brother.

- Goat! – answered Jack, dodging the heavy volume.

This went on for an hour until Ned pinned his brother to the windowsill.

- You will answer me for everything! - he shouted and opened the window.

“Ned, you don’t want to...

- Shut up!

Ned nudged Jack. He just wanted to joke, to scare his brother, but it turned out differently...

Jack fell.

They lived on the ninth floor, and the boy fell to his death.

Ned told his parents that Jack slipped off the window sill on his own. “Bastard! Murderer! Liar!” he scolded himself, but it didn’t help.

Ned finished his homework and sat down to play on his tablet. A year has passed since Jack died. The death was ruled an accident. Ned's soul was simply terrible. Every night he had the same dream: here he was fighting with his brother, here Jack was flying out of the window. Everything is as it was then.

Someone entered the room, Ned raised his head and froze with surprise and horror. Jack stood in front of him. Exactly the same as that day. He had a knife in his hands. Jack slowly approached his brother with a strange grin.

- Jack, you don't...

- Shut up!

The knife stabbed into Food's throat. The ghost has disappeared.

When I lived with my parents, we had a cat whose name was Semka. At night he liked to come to me sleeping and play with my hand like a ribbon. He tumbled, grabbed her with his paws, sometimes scratching her until she bled. I got used to his games like this, and I got used to waking up with scratched palms.

When I woke up today there were bite and claw marks on my right arm. And only one thing bothered me: I grew up and moved. And I don’t have animals at home...

HOUSE WITH THE GHOSTS

Bella was seven years old, she had parents and older brothers and sisters. In a word, an ordinary life, but one day...

- Dad! Our maid told me that there are ghosts in our house!” Bella said excitedly.

- We don't have a maid.

Bella got even more scared and ran to her mother.

- Mom, Dad said that we don’t have a maid, but I said snow in the morning!

- But, Bella, Dad died three years ago!

The girl, all nervous, runs to her sister’s room.

- Emma! Mom says dad died, but he talked to me this morning...

- How!? Mom and dad died five years ago!

Bella ran to her brother in tears.

- Dan, my sister said that my parents died, but I saw them!

- But our sister was born dead!

Bella cried. She was not sure that her brother was alive. But then my parents and sister came in.

- I bought it! - said Emma

- We played a joke on you!

Bella thought it was all over, when suddenly...

- But we really don’t have a maid...

WHY

They don't pay any attention to me at all. Why? Why am I being punished? What have I done? The only one who talks to me is my sister. Everyone laughs at her. I used to have many friends, why am I now an outcast? My parents don’t even give me food, but I don’t feel hungry. I decided to ask my sister about everything.

- Penny, why aren’t they paying attention to me?!

- But, Anne, you died...

MORNING

I don't like Monday! I don't want to get up early in the morning, but I don't want to. I was always late on Monday. As a child, to school, then to work.

Today, as always, my mother woke me up.

- Get up, otherwise you'll be late!

I got up and only then realized that my parents died in a car accident yesterday...

A VOODOO DOLL

My name is Grace, I'm 11 years old, and I have two older brothers, Lou and Jack. The three of us are often left at home to make friends, but this only makes our enmity stronger. I hate them and they hate me. I do dirty tricks on them, and they do dirty tricks on me. This style started from the moment I was born. Jack didn't want a sister, he wanted a brother, a playmate and playmate. At first I was little, and my parents protected me. But then Lou was born, they had more worries, and I grew up. They stopped paying attention to me, they stopped believing me.

Today Lou gave himself a black eye and scratched his hands, and told his parents that I beat him. They didn't believe me again. They scold me. This is too much! I have terrible brothers! There must be a way to get back at them without even them knowing it was me.

They make fun of me, especially Lou. After all, he knows that his older brother will not let him be offended, and his parents will not believe me. In addition, it seems to him that they pay more attention to me, but this is not so. I want revenge! Everyone. Parents for not believing, brothers for bullying.

Perhaps They think I'm strange. For what, you ask. Because I see ghosts. They say that this is nonsense, but a girl of about 14 actually moved into my room. Nobody sees her, but I see her. We play together with her. She's my friend. And I know she's not imaginary. A classmate told me it was the spirit of a witch. And that I should drive her away. But I won't do that. I won't chase my only friend! Her name, by the way, is Agnes.

When I came home from school today, Agnes was sitting on my bed. She asked:

- Do you want to take revenge on your parents and brothers?

- I... Yes... I want to.

- Here, take this, it will help, just pierce it with a pin.

Agnes handed me four dolls. One looked like Lou, the second looked like Jack, and the third and fourth looked like Mom and Dad.

Agnes disappeared into thin air.

Jack and Lou came into my room.

- Oooh! What do we have here! Dolls! – Jack grabbed the doll-Lu and began to tear it. There was a scream and Lou fell to the floor, bleeding. He had a wound in his chest, exactly the same as the hole on the doll.

Jack screamed and threw the toy on the floor. I was scared, but the thirst for revenge prevailed.

- Your turn, Jack! Ahahahaha!!!

I slowly began to twist the doll's neck. I didn't understand what I was doing. Jack suffered, and it gave me pleasure. Both my brothers are dead. It's time to stop! But I have no control over myself. I tore up my parents' dolls.

- This is because they didn’t believe! - I shouted and only then realized what I had done...

- I want to return them...

“They can’t be returned, Grace... We can send you to them!”

Agnes had a voodoo doll with my image in her hands. She took the pins and pierced my hands. Blood was gushing from my palms. Agnes killed me and laughed... And I called this friendship?

True mystical stories about invisible spirits, good and evil brownies, poltegreist and restless terrible ghosts. If the floorboards in your house are fastened together, and you hear a strange rustling noise coming from the closet at night, write to us about it. Or read the stories already submitted about how to appease a brownie and get rid of ghosts in grandma’s old apartment.

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Recently my daughter and I went on vacation to the sea. Private sector, kind and friendly owners, close to the sea, market and a lot of shops nearby. All these conditions allow you to travel to the same place every year. In the courtyard there is a large private house of the owners, two long buildings with rooms, a lot of greenery, conditions in the courtyard, 2 kitchens, everything is so familiar that when we arrive, the owner shows only the room and goes to his place. And here is the mystical story itself.

In the summer I vacationed in a sanatorium. I sprained my ankle, so they moved me from the third floor to the first for convenience. There I led a sedentary lifestyle and literally never left the building.

The mysticism began about a week before my departure, the day after my small move to another room. Once again I was left alone in the room, I heard the fall of some object in the bathroom. Entering it, I found a comb lying on the floor. As I picked it up, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a reflection in the mirror: standing in front of me was a wounded man with a bandage on his head and no arm. Frightened by him, I flew out of the bathroom and turned off the light in it. Fortunately, there were no other mirrors in the room. I lay down on the bed and began to hang out in the book, afraid to take my eyes off it and look into the corridor. Later I still had to do this, but I did not find anything unusual in that part of the apartment. Then I attributed everything to my imagination and little communication with others.

Do you remember how in childhood we were frightened with horror stories about a brownie or a little drummer? How naively we believed in these fairy tales, and immediately became obedient good boys, just so that this “night guest” would not come for our souls. Of course, with age, this all goes away, but I’m afraid that the story that happened to me relatively recently will change all our ideas about these fabulous creatures.

It was a long time ago, many years have passed, but just the memory makes me feel warm. I rented this apartment for only 2 months, then I moved out, and a year later the landlady called me and again offered to rent, to which I agreed and at the end of August I moved there to live.

The apartment was a two-room apartment, one room was locked, the owners’ belongings were kept there, the apartment was rented out by the owners’ sister. Housing was available for rent inexpensively at the price of a one-room apartment. Everything suited me, work, shops, market - everything was close. But the most important thing is the atmosphere. There was a feeling that when you entered the house, you found yourself in some kind of magical world, a feeling of warmth, home comfort, that you were expected and loved here.

There are times when you feel that something otherworldly is nearby. That's what I have.

One late evening we were in our parents' room and decided to go to bed. As usual, they said good night to each other and were about to go to bed. But the “good” night had to be postponed when I saw a strange white silhouette in the corridor with the same white cloak. He ran (or flew) through the front door and disappeared. Later I began to notice that when you pass by the toilet, the light is on, you go back to turn it off, it is not on, you go inside - no one is there. This means that they play with the light, and then we are surprised at how much we have to pay for the light.

More than one cat has not taken root in our house for many years. Female felines - please, live and nothing, but males - nothing at all! For several years in a row we tried to get a cat, because the cat gathers suitors in the yard and there is nowhere to put the kittens, but we don’t raise our hands to drown them or throw them out to the mercy of fate.

For a long time I thought about whether or not to write this terrible mysticism that my mother was destined to see, who survived the war, hunger and cold, poverty and devastation, the early death of her brothers, father and the difficult post-war time, like thousands of people in those years. Maybe all these trials strengthened my mother’s physical and mental health. She lived a long life, and until the end she remained of sound mind and good memory. Of course, there is no reason to doubt her veracity, as well as mine, which is writing this story.

This mysticism has been around since the sixties of the last century; my mother was not even 30 years old then. In those distant years they lived on the island. Sakhalin, where I was born. Then she and her father had just gotten married and lived in a cinder block house for two families, with neighbors across the wall. Next is mom's story.

Nowadays, more and more evidence of the existence appears. What used to be considered mysticism and terrible horror stories that were told at night around the fire at night, before going to bed. Now these stories are recorded by many video cameras and video recorders installed in almost every car.

Story No. 1

One of these stories happened to a girl who was tormented at night by nightmares and feelings of the presence of the otherworldly in the house. That's why she decided to turn on the video camera before going to bed to find out what was happening to her at night. Waking up in the morning, she decided to rewatch the movie she had filmed while she was sleeping. And what she saw in him shocked her! After she fell asleep, something simply terrible began to happen to her. The girl suddenly sat up in bed, after which she began to shake terribly. The next event plunged her even more into fear: when the trembling ended, it was as if someone had turned her over on her stomach, after which she, without the help of arms and legs, began to wriggle and crawl like a snake throughout the room. Stopping near the mirror, an unknown force suddenly lifted her from the floor to her feet, turning the woman around to face her. So she stood in a stupor for several more hours, after which the girl slowly rose into the air, took a lying position, and slowly floated towards the bed.