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Damage

And in the 2nd year I had a dream. Some evil spirits appeared to me in him. Demon, handsome! At first I tried to seduce. But in the dream I didn’t believe him. Then he laughed at me and said that he liked to play games. I promised that I would like this game.
Then he laid out a deck of cards on the table in a row. Pictures to the top. He suggested that I look at each card depicting me... Or rather, how he was mocking me and the date. A card - on it I have a striped belly and a date indicating the year, the next card - next year and his new fantasy... etc.
And to prove his words, he showed me cards from previous years. - when it started. And everything depicted on it coincided with the reality of what happened.
He laughed and promised that he would not leave me ((

This is true. As soon as I am cured, a new disease does not keep itself waiting. I'm constantly on pills. Often doctors don’t even know what to treat.
I didn’t immediately betray the meaning of the dream...
But I remembered him when illnesses became a pattern.
And at the age of 23, I was diagnosed with an ovarian tumor. My doctor yelled at me: “How can this be, so young and already...! What are you doing to yourself?”
But, thank God we managed to cure.)

And so it has been for about 8 years. Remembering the dream, I went to a clairvoyant, hoping for help, but after listening she just laughed.
Then I decided that this was just my paranoia.

For the last year and a half I have been having trouble sleeping. Coming home from work, I fell off my feet. My eyes hurt from sleep. But as soon as I went to bed, sleep went away. And only in the morning was it possible to fall asleep. Completely exhausted and on pills, her condition worsened and she left work. Again, everyone is treated according to their liking.
Can I work in a pharmacy as a pharmacist)))

And not long ago. It seems like everything is starting to recover. But there was a feeling that someone was sucking the energy out of me... A protest flared up inside me from anger and fatigue at what was happening. And I really wanted fire! Just climb into the fire and burn everything to the ground...
I did some general cleaning, then I cleaned myself with candles, tears flowed like hail, I cleaned and felt the disgusting smell of scorched flesh, inside there was a confident infusion of “kick me out,” and I was sobbing.
After walking around the apartment with candles. I walk around and mentally drive all the nasty things out of the house. There is soot in the corners from the candle. And now, near the room where I sleep, a short and bassy roar is heard behind me!
Oh, I can only imagine the expression on my face))). But, with all her might, taking this as a good sign, she moved on.

After that I felt better for several months. Life began to get better. But now it’s all over again, and with greater force.

From a fortune teller

​There are cases of hidden damage, which is very difficult for one master to determine, therefore, in such cases, the master resorts to the help of one or even two more masters, in this case, what you do does not make it easier for long and only experienced craftsmen will help you get rid of it completely .

Village Witch

​It happened in a village where one family lived. The family, like many others, consisted of three people: father, mother and then fourteen-year-old daughter Oksana. One evening, one of the neighbors came to visit them, whom all the villagers tried to avoid and called her a witch. Her friend Marina was visiting the teenage girl. As soon as the uninvited guest crossed the threshold of the house, the girls, sensing the negative, crossed their fingers behind their backs as if by agreement. The witch, heading to the table where the adults were sitting, gave Marina a sarcastic compliment, saying that she was very beautiful and had a wonderful smile. That day, neither Oksana nor Marina saw the witch again.
About three hours later, their friends came to pick up the girls to go for a walk, but suddenly Oksana noticed that something was wrong with Marina. The girl turned pale and said that she had a sharp and severe headache, and she also felt nauseous. Oksana told the girls that a witch had recently come to visit, but none of them attached any importance to it. Suddenly the sound of breaking glass was heard. Turning their heads, all the girls clearly saw many small stones flying through the windows of the veranda of the house, breaking them. Frightened, everyone sat down, only Marina did not pay attention to what was happening. She stood rooted to the spot, motionless, and looked out the window, and then she became hysterical, she threw herself on the bed and blood began to flow from her nose. None of her friends except Oksana rushed to her aid.
Ultimately, after fighting a little with Marina, who actively resisted, Oksana managed to sit her friend down and wipe off the blood. When they asked the bloodied friend what was happening to her, to their horror they heard not the voice of their friend at all, but hoarse, ear-piercing sounds. Marina asked for water in this voice. All the girls, with the exception of Oksana, were already preparing to rush home, but it was already dark outside and they had to stay. They (all three), turning pale, moved to the far wall, without ceasing to watch what was happening. Oksana rushed to the kitchen and brought Marina a bucket of water. She attacked the water like crazy, she began scooping up water with her palms and drinking it at an alarming speed. The blood from her nose did not stop flowing and dripped into the water, but the girl did not pay the slightest attention to this, continuing to drink further...

About five minutes later, Marina, uttering an animal cry, rushed into the street. Everyone ran after her, but she disappeared from sight. Suddenly someone grabbed Oksana by the leg. Turning around, she saw Marina, who looked terrible: it seemed that the girl had not eaten for more than a week, she looked thin and tortured. As if in delirium, she said one word in her voice: “Help!”

Oksana immediately realized that it was worth saying prayers in front of Marina, she called the other girls, but they, almost petrified by what they saw and heard, refused to come up. Then Oksana began to read a prayer. At this time, her friend was vomiting blood and something was breaking her body from the inside. The girl either convulsed or froze in a motionless position. As soon as Oksana’s prayer was read for the third time, Marina immediately rushed to the witch’s house and stood next to it, after which she began to yell in a broken voice that she was here, pointing to the witch’s house. Suddenly the girl sat down and began to draw something around herself, muttering in that old and hoarse voice, barely audible.

One of the girls fell into a stupor not far from Marina, the other two rushed to the nearest yard to call adults for help, but the grandmother, who lived closest, did not believe them. Hearing her grandmother’s voice, Marina rushed towards the river. The girls were forced to follow her. Although they were very scared, they also wanted to help their friend.

That night there was just a full moon and the girls, running out onto the bridge, were able to see Marina’s jacket hanging on the railing. Suddenly the squelching of water was heard under the bridge. Lowering their heads, the girls saw Marina, who, dressed in clothes up to her waist, went into the water and greedily drank from the river. After much persuasion to get out of the water, Marina came ashore and immediately fell face down on the ground. Not finding a better way to help their friend, the girls began to read prayers together. One after another. Everyone who remembered. Marina started having convulsions and vomiting again. About twenty minutes later the girl lost consciousness. The friends continued to read prayers...

One of the girls made a small cross from two twigs and grass and placed it in Marina’s hand. Some time after this, the girl opened her eyes and began to ask what everyone was doing here at such a time and why she was all wet. Marina didn't remember anything! Then she said that she woke up due to a stinging pain in her hand (in which the cross lay).

Since Marina lived quite far away, one of her friends suggested that everyone go spend the night with her grandmother, who lived close. Having not yet fully realized and experienced what had happened, all the girls agreed to this option and went to their grandmother’s house.

The friends woke up the grandmother and began to put Marina to bed. Oksana went out into the yard to see why the dog tied to the fence was whining. About five meters from where Oksana stood and where the dog was constantly looking, there was some kind of bag. Coming closer to him, Oksana was petrified for a few seconds from soul-piercing horror: what seemed like a bag began to take on a human shape. Still without control of her body, practically paralyzed, she watched as the bag turned into a thin and twisted something vaguely reminiscent of a person. This creature, almost not paying any attention to Oksana, crawled on all fours to the entrance to the basement, which was located under the house.

When the creature disappeared into the basement, the girl, having come to her senses a little, took the still whining dog into the house and closed the door tightly, after which she also barricaded it with a heavy bedside table. None of the girls could sleep a wink that night. Oksana specifically did not say that she had seen a creepy creature on the street near the house, so as not to scare everyone further, but the girls were afraid that something bad would happen to Marina again.
Never again after that terrible incident, neither Oksana nor the rest of her friends saw Marina again. Two days later she left the village with her parents.

Inverted Pentagram

​The girl Olya had a dream for two years, which was actually not that scary, but quite creepy and very vivid.
When Olya was seventeen years old, her family once again (this happened quite often) changed their place of residence. Just this time, the family purchased an apartment, which at first glance was unremarkable, but only during the renovation the workers discovered under the wallpaper (when they were torn off, and there were already two layers of it) an inverted pentagram drawn in blood. At first everyone thought it was ordinary varnish, but later it turned out that in fact the symbol was painted with real blood.
The workers categorically refused to tear off the inverted pentagram, but Olya, who was not distinguished by prudence at that time, was not at all superstitious and absolutely did not believe in mysticism, and any supernatural things still tore off the pentagram with her own hands. From that moment on, everything went wrong.

Previously, Olga believed in God, she could calmly wear a pectoral cross and several icons were hung and placed in her room, she could calmly read prayers, which she often did, and also could not stand films in which there was a lot of cruelty, violence and blood. From the very moment the girl tore off the inverted pentagram with her own hands, the silver cross was torn from her neck, as it suddenly began to burn her skin, all the prayers gradually migrated to her mother’s room, since Olya literally could not breathe in front of them. The girl began to interrupt herself when saying prayers, after which she looked at one point for a long time, and sometimes began to shout that there was no God and even swear. Her favorite films were exclusively those in which there was a lot of blood, cruelty and violence. Olya's room gradually began to fill with various books on philosophy and black magic.

Parents, friends and acquaintances decided that the girl had lost her mind, and could not understand the reason for such drastic internal changes. Olya herself began to think that she had gone crazy, especially when an eerie-looking something resembling a man in all black began to come to her room every night. The girl could never really get a good look at him (she just saw not very distinct outlines) and at his first appearances, she rushed into her parents’ room with a hysterical cry and told her that there was a stranger in the house. The creature silently followed Olya, but no one saw it except her.

The mother and father were no longer just worried about their daughter’s mental health, but literally panicked. The girl was also shown to various specialists, only those (including psychiatrists) did not find any developmental abnormalities, with the exception of hallucinations (this is how they explained the creature Olya saw). When Olya was in the room, the creature stood at the door, and the rest of the time, as if with a silent threat or reproach, it completely silently followed the girl around the apartment. It never appeared to Ole outside the apartment. It is not surprising that the girl was at first frightened by his presence, but over time she got used to his company, and sometimes did not even pay the slightest attention to him. After some time, the girl began to hear someone walking around the apartment at night when everyone was sleeping, and the strangest thing was that the dog did not react to this creature at all.

A short time after these so-called hallucinations, Ole began to have one dream almost every night. She dreamed that there was a dense forest around her, not a cloud in the sky and a full moon. In her dream, Olya is dressed in some kind of incomprehensible red soft robe, a hood is pulled over her eyes, and a raven sits on her right shoulder. She walks along the road and sees in front of her a large gate on which an inverted pentagram is depicted. A little further behind the gate there is a large castle in the Gothic style, and in front of the gate there are two guards who are dressed all in black. The guards come closer to Olya, bow to her, and then lead her into the castle. The guards and the girl enter the castle, walk through a barely lit hall and enter a huge room, on the walls of which candelabra with candles are hung, there are several marble columns in the room, a beautiful floor also made of marble and several bright paintings on the walls. Olya feels very comfortable in this castle, she has a strong impression that she is at home.

Then all three approach the large doors, and the girl knows that they lead to the throne room. Olya enters it in a dream, approaches the throne and realizes that she sees the devil himself sitting on it, but handsome: black eyes, long black hair and for some reason a beautiful black suit made of silk. Olya kneels before him and, bowing her head, says that she carried out her master’s order. The girl herself didn’t really understand what order she was talking about. The devil bows his head in satisfaction and, turning to Olya, gives another order. Even having seen this dream many times, the girl could never remember after waking up exactly what second order she heard. Olya says that, of course, she will immediately take on this task for her master and, having bowed, leaves the large room and this is where the dream ends.

There was also another case when everything was very bad for Olya, she had a different dream. I dreamed that she came with her parents to look at some very old house, near which there was an almost equally old cemetery. The dogs jump out of the car and for some reason suddenly rush towards the cemetery, where, howling heart-rendingly, they begin to tear apart one of the graves.

Immediately after this, it’s as if someone is transporting Olya to another dream, and now she’s already running through very thorny bushes and there are already quite a lot of wounds on her body, and as she moves forward, there are even more of them. The girl’s hands are covered in blood, her face is scratched, and blood is pouring into her eyes, but she continues to make her way through the bushes. Olya runs in her sleep to a dilapidated house, falls to the floor, but does not die. The devil appears next to Olya (she recognizes him every time in her dreams for some reason, she just understands that it is he), takes the girl in her arms, hugs her and presses her to herself, and then begins, stroking her head, whispering that everything It will be good that he will always be there and says that he will never leave Olya. The girl, clinging closer to him, sees and feels that her wounds all over her body are beginning to heal quickly and immediately wakes up, while for some time she feels the devil’s hand in hers and hears his whisper in her ears.

One night, a creature in black did not come to Olya’s room, she stopped hearing sounds in the night and she stopped having terrible dreams about the devil. Although this is no longer the case, Olya did not feel better. She also hates the church and everything that concerns God disgusts her. She feels bad, has become even more withdrawn, angry and rarely communicates with anyone, and thoughts about the devil give her a feeling that is similar to melancholy. Until now, Olya has no idea what to do and how to live with all this, not everything is good in the family, and more and more often the girl has thoughts about the fact that she is tired of living, and emerging thoughts about the fact that not everyone it will end soon, they scare her and at the same time calm her down.

Wonderful friend

For seven years after graduating from school, the young woman worked in a beauty salon. The woman did manicures for clients and made money that way. After some time, the city authorities decided to demolish the building in which this beauty salon was located, and the owner of the salon began to look for another premises. After a short time, she found the desired building and almost everyone (including the woman who did the manicure) moved to a new place, but another woman (who also did the manicure) and two hairdressers did not move, looking for another place. And so it turned out that the only manicurist left in the salon. The owner of the salon decided to find new masters and turned to one of the city’s recruitment agencies. This is exactly how another manicurist, whose name was Lena, came to work at the above-mentioned salon.
Lena was the same age as the heroine of this story and quickly won her attention, being very sociable and cheerful. Very often, the shifts of both manicurists coincided, and while working, the woman noticed that Lena was almost constantly watching her. At that time, such close attention to her person did not seem strange to the woman, since she often came across both colleagues and clients at work who did not take their eyes off her. The women talked a lot during the working days, gave each other advice, shared something and went to lunch together. Outside of work, Lena often called her new friend to chat and discuss something. Ultimately, the women began regularly working the same shift, and the head of the beauty salon had to hire another manicurist.
After some time had passed after the two women met (in fact, it was a fairly short period of time), Lena’s friend’s soul somehow became heavy. The woman was constantly feeling very tired, although she is not one of those people who likes to overload herself with work, she often began to get nervous, almost any little thing could provoke hysterics in her. The young woman stopped enjoying what had previously delighted her; she instantly became irritated at the slightest provocation. Almost not a single day passed when she did not quarrel with her lover or with other members of her family (which, in fact, is completely uncharacteristic of this woman).

Colleagues, family, friends and even clients (and almost everyone around the young woman) often began to notice that she was looking worse and worse, and she herself was well aware of this, looking at her reflection in the mirror in the morning. Her skin turned grey, a lot of hair fell out, she lost a lot of weight and felt worse every day. Those around her increasingly insistently recommended that she undergo a full medical examination, since neither they nor the woman herself could explain such serious changes in both her external and internal condition. Doctors, after conducting an examination, did not find any health abnormalities, and the woman continued to literally fade away before her eyes. She was advised to turn to church for help, but long conversations with the priest also did not help.

Ultimately, the young woman had to go on vacation, but after two weeks of complete rest she did not feel better. Throughout all this time, she was supported by friends, colleagues, and parents, and her loved one did not leave the woman’s side at all, even though she herself had lost interest in him and often argued with him. Most interested in the condition of the young woman was her friend Lena, who, despite everything, assured her friend that she was in perfect order, looked great, and regarding what everyone else was saying, she insisted that it was all evil tongues.

Lena called her friend literally every day, sent a lot of text messages, bombarded her friend’s email with a huge number of letters, and the young woman herself began to notice that after communicating with her friend (both correspondence on the Internet and communication by phone), she began to feel especially bad . Even though this communication could not really be called close, the young woman still felt so bad each time that one day she shared her observations with her neighbor. The neighbor was very interested in the beginning of the story and asked to tell how it all happened and what had happened to the young woman lately. After carefully listening to the whole story, the neighbor advised me to turn to those who practice magic and added that the situation described was very similar to the consequences of a strong evil eye or damage.

At first the young woman laughed, of course, but since many options had already been tried and it did not occur to her that she could still try, not without problems, she found an advertisement for a witch in an old newspaper. That same evening she called the witch and made an appointment. The next day, having a little more time before meeting the witch, the young woman ran into the beauty salon, where she saw Lena sitting at her workplace, serving some client. What was striking was not even that the friend was not at her workplace, but that she had blossomed and looked prettier (her skin had clearly improved, and a healthy blush covered her cheeks). Lena tried to explain and say something, but the young woman had practically no free time left, much less to sort things out, she simply offered to call her later and left.

On the same day, a little later, a young woman crossed the threshold of the house of a mysterious witch. She was met by a very pleasant woman of about fifty. Even though she was a plump woman, she looked very fresh and healthy. The sorceress invited the guest to go into the living room, and the woman went to fetch the mistress of the house. Somehow she felt very good and calm in the witch’s house; she had not felt this way for a long time. The plump woman sat the guest in a chair and immediately cats came running to the young woman from all sides and lay down next to her, and one settled on her lap. The witch immediately told the guest that she really had the evil eye on her, and this was done by a young woman with whom the evil eye was still in close contact. The sorceress described a woman who (according to the description) had exactly the same appearance as Lena, and then added that the evil eye was very strong and urgent measures must be taken.

The sorceress asked the guest to close her eyes and she immediately fell into the darkness. The young woman was no longer able to raise her eyelids and only listened to what was happening in the living room. First, she heard a match being struck, and then something warm began to quickly rotate around her, first clockwise, and a little later counterclockwise. After some time (the young woman could not say how many minutes or hours had passed), the sorceress asked her guest to open her eyes and said that when she came home, the young woman needed to pierce an egg with a needle and lower it into a plate of water with the hole facing down. The sorceress also asked the young woman to leave the egg under the bed overnight, and to call her back in the morning and tell her what happened to it. That's what the witch's guest did.

Throughout the night, the smoothed out woman slept very poorly (either the position was uncomfortable, she felt hot and cold, etc.), and the next morning, when she pulled out a plate with an egg from under the bed, she discovered that it looked the same as the previous one In the evening. The woman became curious, and she touched the egg with the tip of a knife, and a dark substance began to come out of it, which soon filled the entire plate. Added to this was a sickening smell, but at that moment the young woman thought that she had simply bought spoiled eggs. She went to the kitchen and broke all the purchased eggs one by one, but they all turned out to be normal and fresh. The woman panicked, got scared, immediately called the witch and told her everything in detail. The sorceress listened carefully, without interrupting, and told the smoothed one to come to her again. When the young woman came to the witch again, she repeated the ritual, and this time the smoothed woman was very hot (so much so that when she opened her eyes, she discovered that almost all her clothes were wet from sweat).

Afterwards, the young woman came to the witch two more times, and she repeated the same ritual each time. Gradually the young woman was released, she began to feel better and better. Gradually everything returned to normal, life got better. At the last session with the sorceress, the young woman was no longer cold or hot, and when, at the sorceress’s request, she repeated the manipulation of the egg, then (no matter how she shook it, no matter how much she stirred it) she did not detect either a black substance or an unpleasant odor. After one week, the woman returned to work. She felt great and was full of energy, and she looked much better than recently. After some time, Lena quit the beauty salon due to some sudden illness.

Old cemetery with inverted crosses

This incident happened many years ago, and even the young man about whom this story is about can no longer say with certainty whether it was true or not.
One summer, a certain young man often had to drive a car for work. The distance he traveled was quite decent (approximately four hundred kilometers one way), and repair work was regularly carried out on the highway, so the young man had to take a detour along country roads. But still, the work demanded its demands, and the man could not do anything about it. One day he had to be at a very important meeting by eight o’clock in the morning, and, of course, he also had to get there by car.

The young man left early because he didn’t want to be late. In any case, he believed, it was better to arrive early than to be late for such an event. He left early, as planned, and got to the highway, which turned out to be completely empty. It was still quite dark outside, but the night was clear. The young man reached almost the middle of the road when the clock showed four o'clock in the morning. At some point, he felt somehow uneasy (creepy) and the man suddenly caught himself trying to spot some kind of monster in the roadside bushes and shadows... Then he turned on the music and he felt a little more cheerful.

Although the music was turned on quite loudly, after a while the driver began to feel sleepy, and he closed his eyes for just one second. The man almost fell asleep, but then the car was thrown onto some bump. The young man immediately opened his eyes and discovered that he was driving along a road that for some reason resembled a country road. At that moment, the driver, without paying much attention to this, did not find anything strange in it, but attributed everything to the repairs regularly carried out on the highway. It seemed to him that, without remembering how, he had turned off the highway onto this road. This road was quite narrow, and there was a dense forest on both sides of it.

At this time (approximately around five o'clock in the morning) the weather changed and it began to rain on the street, which it was unclear where it came from, since the sky just half an hour ago was completely cloudless. Quite unexpectedly, a fork and a sign appeared that indicated a detour to a bad section of the road. The driver turned in the direction the sign was pointing and saw another sign that read “Witch’s Graveyard 6.” The man didn’t particularly like the name of either the village or the settlement, and he mistook the six for the distance (six kilometers), and, looking a little closer, he saw that someone (or the kids, or someone else) had acted up and added two more sixes. Not being particularly superstitious, the man after this felt out of place, he felt uneasy.

This feeling did not leave the driver, even when he chose another cassette and turned on the cheerful music in the car even louder. Out of fear and the feeling that something bad was going to happen, the man wanted to smoke. With wet hands, the young man began to look for a lighter, which always lay near the gearbox, and got distracted for a few seconds. Suddenly a shadow rushed under the wheels of the car. The man, already quite alarmed, could not see what had thrown himself under the wheels, and frantically pressed the brake pedal to the floor. The car stopped dead in its tracks. Covered in sticky sweat, the driver opened the door with shaking hands and got out of the car with a bad feeling.

The hood of the car turned out to be completely intact and the young man found absolutely no one either near the car or under it. Of course, the driver felt more than strange. He walked around the car again and made sure that there was no damage or traces of anyone. The young man finally found a lighter (for some reason it ended up in the back seat) and, nervously looking around, lit a cigarette.

There was grave silence on the street, not a single sound was heard (no birds sang, no dogs barked, not even crickets were heard). Then the man saw a nearby forest, and next to it some kind of rickety fence behind which one could see several crosses. It was the crosses that attracted the young man’s attention, since from the place where he stood, it seemed that they were literally upside down. And there was something shining behind the fence. Not immediately believing his eyes, the driver walked a few steps closer to the strange cemetery. Yes, there actually were lights (very small, but quite brightly glowing) and they began to slowly approach the man... The young man suddenly felt that he could not make a single movement, he seemed to be paralyzed, and also mesmerized by these lights. He felt very good and calm, and not a trace remained of his recent fears and worries.

Suddenly the man discovered that his legs were moving on their own. The young man, in a state of unnatural calm, headed towards the lights. As soon as he discovered that his legs were carrying him to the old graveyard, his calm and peaceful state immediately left him, and the man began to resist with all his might the force that was pulling him to the cemetery and moving his legs. The young man began to sweat, his muscles ached, and fear and panic gripped him more and more as he approached the ill-fated fence. The lights were getting closer and closer...

Suddenly it became very light on the street, and the lights somehow incomprehensibly became dark and gathered together, getting closer and closer to the person. The man almost lost consciousness from fear when he saw that against the background of the forest, as if from the air, some kind of tall shadow, vaguely similar to a man, had formed, and his legs continued to walk towards the cemetery.

Dark balls almost surrounded the man, the shadow gradually approached him (it turned out to be much taller than any person) and then the tape recorder in the car suddenly turned on. The man immediately gained control of his body, rushed to the car with lightning speed and began to start the engine, his eyes wide with fear, nervously looking towards the creature and the balls. Although the car was quite new and always started literally with a half-turn, at the moment the engine did not want to start.

Still, on the fourth attempt, the car started and the man pressed on the gas like crazy... He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the sky began to darken, and some large black cloud floated out of the forest, which was strewn with small lights. Having added more speed, the man took a little breath and saw the track in front of him. Again the road was dry and the sky was completely clear. The young man reached his destination safely and tried to forget about the terrible incident...
After some time, one of the man’s friends told him that three dead people had been found in that terrible village over the past few weeks.

House for scary games

The guys (the heroes of this story) did not live richly: there were no computers, much less the Internet. Therefore, the children spent all their free time outside in the fresh air. In addition to the usual activities of that time, the friends loved to spend time visiting various abandoned buildings and old buildings. Either they lacked extreme situations in life, or they simply liked to explore deserted places, but often, once or twice a week, friends spent time in the discovered buildings.
The whole friendly company lived in one courtyard, and near their street there was one five-story building, which was unfinished due to the fact that the construction company involved in it declared itself bankrupt. It was in this building (apart from all the others that they found) that the children spent a lot of free time, most of them played hide and seek and explored all the dark corners, which is not surprising, since the children are very interested in looking for new places to play.

One day, the bosom friends again went to the five-story building to play hide and seek. A large company (more than seven people) gathered and the guys decided not to limit themselves to one or two floors, but used all available ones for the game. It fell to one of his friends to drive and he, slowly counting to fifty, went in search of everyone who was hiding. There was no one on the fourth floor of the building, nor on the third. Going down to the second floor, the boy heard someone’s steps, which seemed to him to be coming from the first floor. With joyful anticipation that he would now discover at least one hidden friend, the boy skipped to the first floor of the house.

The sound of someone's footsteps came from the left side of the building and the boy went there first, but after walking around three apartments, he found no one at all. Entering the fourth and darkest apartment, where there was practically no light from the street, and the windows were boarded up with something, the boy felt cold coming from nowhere (it was the middle of summer outside). The boy thought that it was either starting to get dark outside, or that it was raining, which is why the air temperature dropped, and began to look for the hidden guys in the dark apartment. There was no one in any of the rooms of the apartment. Just about to go to another part of this floor, the boy heard strange sounds coming from the toilet, but, looking into it, he could not see anything at all, since the light did not fall into this little room at all. Unable to see anything and remembering the sounds coming from the toilet, the boy, feeling in his pocket for a small flashlight, which he had taken with him in advance, knowing where he was going to go to play, he turned it on...

The boy still remembers what happened next with horror. Pointing the flashlight at the floor, he saw the bare feet of someone. The parts of the legs that the boy saw were covered in blood and dirt. He was petrified with fear and could not bring himself to raise the flashlight higher to look at the person standing in front of him (or not a person at all). The boy persuaded himself to raise his head up and shine the flashlight higher, convincing himself that the bare, bloody and dirty feet were just his imagination. For some reason, he turned off the flashlight and continued to stand motionless in the darkness for some time, and then, finally deciding, turned on the flashlight, raised it higher and took a closer look.

The boy saw large gray eyes that were looking at him and that was all. They just watched. Looking into the large gray eyes, he felt loneliness and coldness (the boy could not explain this to himself, but he knew that he was very cold when this something looked at him). The boy just stood there for a while and looked into those big, empty eyes, because he was unable to do anything else. His body froze, with every breath it became more and more difficult to breathe, all his thoughts swarmed around the saddest moments in his life...

Suddenly the boy heard a very quiet and hoarse voice. The creature apologized for frightening him, and immediately after this a sharp cry was heard - these were the children calling for the one who should look for them. Hearing familiar voices, the boy felt bolder and, gathering his courage, turned his head towards the sounds of his friends’ screams. He tried to shout that he was here, but all that came out of his throat was a barely audible and hoarse sound. When the boy turned his head back, feeling the still invisible support of his friends, there was no one in the toilet. He deliberately shone a flashlight around the small room and onto the floor. The floor was not clean, but there was no dirt or blood on it, and the room (without windows) was completely empty.

The guys didn’t have to wait long and appeared a few moments later. They said that they were hiding on the fifth floor, and when more than two hours had passed, they could not stand it and went to look for the one who was supposed to find them. Having searched all the floors, they went down to the first and began to call and look for the missing boy, and when they heard a barely audible wheezing, they immediately rushed to look for the source of the sound. The guys could not understand where the seeker had been all this time, and asked him about it. The boy answered in a stuttering voice that he had been looking for his friends for fifteen minutes, but neither those who were hiding nor the one who was supposed to look for them (after some time, after he had come to his senses a little) could not understand how it happened that for some, two whole hours had passed, while others were absolutely sure that only fifteen minutes had passed.

The next day, the boy, who had not found the hiders, told one of his friends (he was not with them during the last game of hide and seek) about what had happened. His friend believed him and the two of them, armed with a rope and strong lanterns, went to this building. First we went to inspect that same toilet room, and then all the apartments and rooms on all floors. They found nothing, there was not a single trace of a strange and frightening creature. When his father listened to the boy’s story, it turned out that not only this boy saw “this” in this building. His father said that when he was the same age, his friend’s older brother told everyone that he saw a ghost in this building. Of course, no one believed him then.

Before this incident, the boy himself did not believe in various mystical stories. When one of his friends or acquaintances told him about something incomprehensible and mysterious, in most cases the boy only smiled or openly laughed at the storyteller. But after what happened to him, now a grown man listens with interest and without laughter to various mystical stories and still cannot decide whether he dreamed something in that abandoned house or whether it really happened...

Creepy forest and its inhabitants

This story happened to one girl not so long ago. Every summer she and her parents went to a dacha in a remote village to visit relatives, which was quite far from other villages and cities. The village itself was not new, and almost only summer residents lived in it during the season. When the girl’s parents (almost every time) half-jokingly asked their relatives what they had forgotten in this place abandoned by God, they chuckled and said that there was very good land in this village. Indeed, practically in the center of the village there was a peat pond, and the land in the rarely used vegetable gardens actually produced a good harvest.
Not far from the peat pond there was a children's camp abandoned for many years, and behind it began a field overgrown with weeds that once belonged to the local collective farm. Behind the field began a dense forest, which for some reason summer residents tried to avoid by the tenth road and which they rarely talked about, and if they talked about it, they spoke in a half-whisper because, although they were not at all superstitious people, they believed that in the forest there was something something evil lives on. In fact, near this village there was a nature reserve and in the area there were many forests that bore the names given to them by local residents - “Zelenka”, “Kraevoy”, “Igolki”, and the forest that everyone walked around was called the Creepy Forest.

It so happened that the children of summer residents regularly gathered for gatherings with a fire not far from that very eerie forest. Children in general did not really listen to the stories of their parents and relatives that people had once disappeared in the forest and that they were prohibited from even approaching it. The guys got together, collected firewood, lit a fire and had fun. These gatherings had already become traditional for the children, only none of them ever wandered into the forest even to find firewood, because although they did not believe in the adults’ stories, they remembered them. The forest, which the guys were afraid of, not wanting to enter it, and at the same time chuckled at their strange relatives, even in daylight looked frightening and ominous, and in the evenings the trees cast truly eerie shadows that provoked the appearance of goosebumps. Maybe that’s why the guys chose a place for gatherings not far from the Creepy Forest, in order to tickle their nerves.

One day the guys were sitting like this by the fire, talking about something, when suddenly a long and dull howl was heard from the nearby forest. The guys felt somehow creepy, they started looking at each other. All conversations switched to a forest that seemed to be burning against the backdrop of sunset. Some girls suggested getting away from the forest and going home, but the boys, saying that they had seen a group of stray dogs in the forest during the day and, citing the fact that they were the ones howling and there was nothing to be afraid of, calmed the girls down. That same evening, the whole company had to go meet one young man, who was supposed to arrive on the last bus, but it was not close to get to the bus stop, and there were only two options...

In order to get to the pre-agreed meeting point, the children could either go through the Creepy Forest (although the children had never been there, they knew that there was a path and knew where it led), and then go along a deserted road to a stop (which took about forty-five minutes), or, going around the scary forest, spend almost three hours on the way. Of course, the whole company didn’t want to go on the road (even though they agreed in advance that everyone would go) and it was decided that three guys with one girl (the heroine of this story) would go to meet the guy. All four discussed for several minutes which way was best to go and all the other guys joined in this conversation. Ultimately deciding that there was no point in spending more time on the road, four brave children went to the Creepy Forest, and one of the guys even took an ax with him (just in case, as he said).

That girl who volunteered to go with three boys into a dark and eerie forest, in fact, it was extremely difficult to understand how she felt when all four entered the forest. She could say one thing for sure - she was scared. The guys tried very hard to dispel the atmosphere of fear (as they themselves later admitted, not only so that the girl would not be afraid, but also so as not to show their own feelings). The guys told jokes, joked, made up funny stories on the fly, and in order not to feel lonely and frightened, they sometimes made loud noises. The guys soon stopped screaming, as they discovered that even cheerful and loud laughter in the forest sounds somehow ominous (or rather, its echoes).

When the guys (according to their calculations) reached the middle of the forest, Sergei, who was the last to go, suddenly screamed loudly, from which fear pierced everyone as if with a spear - such a terrible scream, and began, spinning madly in place, waving an ax in the air. A few moments later, the rest of the guys, having come to their senses a little, began to carefully approach Sergei. Two flashlights trembling in the hands of the guys illuminated the following picture: the guy, barely touching the ground with his feet, was spinning, and his ax was drawing intricate and threatening patterns in the air. Having no idea how to calm their friend down, the guys stood and stared at Sergei, and after a few seconds the guy calmed down himself...

The ax with terrible speed (no one even made an attempt to dodge) escaped from Sergei’s hands and with a dull thud entered a nearby tree, and the boy himself fell to the ground in a sheaf. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were rolling wildly, as if it was vitally important for him to find someone. The guys ran up to the guy lying on the ground, sat him down, and when he calmed down a little, they began vying with each other to ask him about what happened.

Sergei, in a faltering voice, said that he was walking and listening to music, when suddenly something heavy fell on his shoulder. At first, he didn’t even understand what it was and just tried to shake it off, but when something began to gradually shrink on his shoulder, he clearly felt someone’s large hand, which was also very cold. Then the guy began to spin around, trying to throw it off him and look at the owner of the hand, but the hand did not let go, and no one was visible around. Then, probably, the owner of the hand liked the game (the guy spinning in one place) and he (whoever it was) began to spin the guy more and more, holding his hand on the unfortunate man’s shoulder, then the second hand tore the ax out of the young man’s hands and threw it, after which both hands released Sergei, who was scared half to death and barely alive.

The guys checked Sergei’s shoulder and found on it, which had already begun to turn into a huge bruise, distinct imprints of what resembled thumbs. After that, everyone, especially the girl, was seriously scared. At first the guys were sure that Sergei was just kidding, but after seeing his shoulder, these thoughts left them. Still twitching from what they saw, the guys stood as close to each other as possible, all four began talking about what to do next: go back or continue the journey. Ultimately, after a short discussion, it was decided to continue the journey, especially since, according to preliminary calculations, there was not much left to go. Only Sergei categorically refused to go after everyone else and therefore he was allowed into the middle.

The company walked about another hundred meters and then suddenly Andrei, who was walking in front, stopped abruptly. The guys caught up with him and started asking questions, already expecting something equally creepy to happen. There was no one and nothing in front and on the sides, only the night wind sang some of its songs in the crowns of old trees. Andrey stood as if stiff, silently staring at what only he could see. The guys were completely uncomfortable when they tried to bring Andrei to his senses, but nothing helped - the guy seemed immobilized and did not react to anything, and then a heartbreaking scream was heard behind the backs of the four...

There were about five minutes left before leaving the Creepy Forest, but the girl and the guys helping Andrey flew out of the forest in about forty seconds. Having got out of the forest, the guys made a halt and began to bring Andrei to his senses. Talking, begging and shaking did not help. Only when half a bottle of soda was poured on the guy’s head did he begin to come to his senses. He said that, in principle, he didn’t really believe in Sergei’s story, but as soon as he entered the forest, he already felt that something was wrong, but could not explain to himself what exactly.

After something incomprehensible happened to Sergei, Andrei walked ahead of everyone, illuminating the path with a flashlight, when suddenly the flashlight’s beam snatched out of the darkness a large dark silhouette that seemed to be hiding between the trees. The creature, according to Andrei, was downright huge, its height was two, or maybe two and a half meters. From the moment Andrei saw this something, it was as if he was rooted to the ground - neither his arms nor legs obeyed him, and the creature smoothly moved from one tree to another, swaying as it did so and gradually approaching Andrei. This was the last thing the guy remembered; he didn’t even hear the soul-chilling scream, after which all four rushed to run away from the forest. Andrei was sure of only one thing - what he saw was definitely neither a person nor an animal, since neither the first nor the second could move like that.

The guys met the young man at the bus stop and returned home only at five o’clock in the morning. The fact is that their return route took them around the Creepy Forest. None of them ever entered this forest again.

Ancient curse

​Sometimes people do not believe the stories that allegedly happened to their acquaintances or friends. But sometimes it happens that over time, these people become convinced from their own experience that scary stories are not a myth or someone’s stupid invention. Some of those who do not believe in stories about something strange or unusual, having experienced this or that unforgettable situation, would under no circumstances make a different choice, while others argue that in such an unusual situation, if it had taken place would have acted completely differently. This story happened to one woman before her wedding.
Alexander was her classmate, and she really liked him, but she saw in him only a kind and good character and some kind of mystery. The girl often asked him why he laughed so rarely, but he did not answer, but simply avoided answering, in some cases claiming that there was a reason for this. The guy promised that he would tell us everything in the near future.

The girl learned about one of Alexander’s secrets when he took her to meet his relatives. Aunt Alexandra insisted that the girl should not marry him, since his family was under a family curse. The young man’s beloved thought that this was an invention of a stupid woman and did not pay the slightest attention to it. She also suspected that her boyfriend’s aunt simply didn’t like her.

When the young people finished their studies at the institute, they got married and decided to live at Alexander’s house. His house was in a village not far from the capital. The young girl, without hesitation, agreed to move, since it was not far for her to get to work. From that moment all her troubles began. Alexander was an athletic and strong guy who very rarely complained about his health, but suddenly he began to get sick. He, overpowering himself, had a very hard time getting out of bed in the morning, and was constantly feeling unwell.

The young wife persistently asked her husband to contact a qualified specialist, but every time he came up with new excuses. When the young man was completely weakened, his wife demanded the truth from him. Since Alexander had no other choice, he admitted that in fact his entire family was under a family curse. He told her that in his family, men die very early, and his relatives are actually only women. He also said that both his brothers and his father tried to fight this, underwent a wide variety of courses of treatment, but all this was useless.

Alexander very much asked his wife for forgiveness for not warning her about the family curse and marrying her, knowing that he would die. He explained this by saying that he loved his young wife very much and said that he would really like them to have children. Alexander just didn’t know that his young wife was already pregnant. The girl, of course, really wanted to save her husband and not let him die. To begin with, she decided to talk to Alexander’s relatives: mother, cousins ​​and aunts. They all confirmed the words of her husband; in fact, all the men in their family died very early, both newborns and those who lived to be thirty years old. None of the men in their family lived more than thirty years.

The young wife, trying to help her husband survive, visited many grandmothers and healers. She went to different doctors, but they could not diagnose him. The woman even turned to several psychics and brought her husband to their sessions, but this did not give any results. These trips and visits to various doctors and healers took more than five months, they exhausted the young wife, and her husband asked her to give up everything, because the pregnancy was already long. The wife could not and did not want to agree to this. The girl, in fact, could no longer imagine her life without Alexander, and besides, she could not stop, because the ultrasound determined that a boy was to be born. She had very little time left, because her child could die during childbirth.

One day, a young wife visited a famous healer, who told her that he could not help her at all, since a family curse could not be removed as easily as damage, but it could be redeemed. He offered the girl only three options. The first option was that the wife should leave her husband, since the curse lies on his family, to which she actually has no blood relation. The second option was to continue living with her loved one, but she should not take these problems to heart. When choosing this option, the wife should not share this problem with her husband’s family, only she should pass it on to her children. The third option, in fact the most difficult, was for the girl to take on this burden and try to atone for it.

Of course, the girl was not able to leave her husband with his misfortune or pass the curse on to her child. First, it was worth finding out what exactly she had to atone for. The young wife, once again, talking with her husband and his relatives, convinced all the relatives to tell her the whole story of the family curse to the end. It turns out that in 1872, Alexander’s ancestor was a manager for one of the lords. He had a very large family and many children, of course, it was very difficult to feed them all, even though the master paid well. His owner had one son - a boy of eight years old, and the master's wife always tried to stand up for ordinary people.

Alexander's ancestor never left his master empty-handed, since the master's wife always gave him something for his children. The owners trusted their servant very much, but it was in vain, because he sometimes committed thefts in their house. He could not only steal a lot of money, since it was locked in a safe cabinet. Then the young husband’s ancestor, having examined the closet, found out that its back wall could be easily removed, and when the owners were not at home, he moved the closet and began to remove the wall. He succeeded and, already holding the money in his hands, he suddenly saw that he was not alone in the room. The little boy looked at him. The manager later told everyone that he had no intention of killing him, but if his owners had found out about the theft, he would have lost his place with them, and his children would simply have died of hunger. That is why the thief strangled the boy, but could not quietly remove his body from the house. Then there was a trial, and the thief was sentenced to death, but before the execution, the baby’s mother, distraught with grief, cursed the former manager and his family.

The young wife had no idea what could be done to atone for this sin, and no one could tell her. Her husband grew weaker and weaker with each new day, but his wife’s approaching birth worried him very much, even more than his condition.

The birth was difficult; doctors had to pull first the mother and then the baby out of the other world. The next morning, my roommate, who was a very young girl, spoke about her grief. She gave birth to a baby with suspected cerebral palsy. This girl was a student who lived in a dormitory and did not have a husband. Towards evening this girl disappeared. The nurse reported that the woman in labor escaped through the toilet window. The young mother persuaded the medical staff and a note appeared on her card that she had given birth to twins.

After several days, she was taken to the capital, the child whom she accepted as her own had to be under the supervision of doctors due to his poor health. A few weeks later, Alexander’s relatives took their own baby home, and his wife and their adopted baby spent another three months in the hospital. Unfortunately, the baby’s diagnosis was confirmed and the child actually had cerebral palsy. It is impossible to convey what the adoptive mother of a sick child had to endure in the first years of his life, but later Alexander and his wife and their own son loved him very much and were ready to do everything to make it easier for the child and to make him feel that he was loved and cared for. they care about him.

After some time, Alexander began to recover, the dark circles under his eyes, his deathly pallor disappeared, and almost all his ailments disappeared. In fact, he had no time to be sick, since his family had grown, and his sick child constantly needed to buy expensive medicines. Alexander does not know that one of the sons is not actually his, nor does he know that the sick child saved both his own son and himself. The love of a young mother for a child diagnosed with cerebral palsy was so sincere that she did not even think about the fact that she was atone for something, but in fact it happened.

Researchers of anomalous zones

It was a warm and sunny summer. A few weeks ago, all the exams ended, and Veronica was literally dying of boredom within the four walls of the house. Her bosom friend Olya came to the rescue. One evening she called the heroine of this story and invited her to go with her, her boyfriend and several other guys to explore various anomalous places in the region in which they lived. In fact, Veronica never had any interest in the supernatural plague and always believed that visiting such places was unsafe, but since Olya and Sasha had been visiting various mysterious places in the country for several years and nothing terrible had happened to them, Veronica agreed.
In any case, even such a pastime is better than dying of boredom in the house. A week later, everyone gathered at the agreed place at the appointed time, and the journey began. First, the whole company went to an almost completely abandoned village. Sasha said that he learned about this place from his grandfather, who lived five kilometers from this village. Then, when he went to war, he lost contact with his relatives and never returned there. Sashkin’s grandfather was an orphan, raised by his aunt, and that is why he had no reason to return. Grandfather said that in this village only witches and sorcerers lived, they were very unsociable, and his fellow villagers tried to avoid those places. Moreover, this village stood in an unclean place, either in an old cemetery, or like some other burial ground.

Veronica, who was not very interested in various paranormal places, just wanted to have a good time. The whole company left the city early in the morning, around seven o'clock, and the car broke down on the way, so the guys arrived in the village around noon. It should be noted that the guys did not find the village on the map of the region, which is not surprising, because, as it turned out, there were only seven houses in the village, in which only old people lived. The whole friendly company traveled for a long time through the copses and fields until they reached a small hill. Below the hill stretched a beautiful ravine. One could see scattered houses and barns, several cows in the field, that is, the usual village landscape. Behind the village, about three hundred meters from it, one could see a broken gate, an abandoned churchyard, which was heavily overgrown with trees and bushes. Everyone was very happy that they had finally found this place.

The company stopped for the night with a friendly grandmother, to whom the guys informed that they would only stay for a day and leave tomorrow. The grandmother said that, unfortunately, she cannot accommodate everyone in the house, since there simply is not the required number of beds, and besides, her grandfather is sick, so if everyone sleeps in the house, they will only be in the way. It was decided that Veronica and Olya would stay overnight in the house, and the guys agreed to sleep in the barn, in which there were many bags with all sorts of things, straw and several chests of unknown purpose. From all this the guys built themselves beds. When the guys were driving down the hill before this, they noticed several fresh graves not far from the road. When they, already preparing to go in search of adventure, asked the hospitable hostess why dead people were not buried in the local cemetery, the grandmother just shook her head and quite seriously said that the local cemetery was a bad place and evil spirits had been playing tricks there for about ten years. already.

The fact is that in that cemetery one day they found in the early morning a completely gray-haired young man of about twenty from a nearby village. He sat huddled near one monument, muttering inarticulately about something. Gone crazy. Some time after this incident, a strange fog began to rise regularly in this place, which spread throughout the area, and eerie screams and voices were heard from the cemetery. After this, half the villagers fled in all directions. After hearing what she heard, Veronica felt somehow uneasy, but still, not wanting to show herself as weak-hearted, she and the rest of the guys set off at dusk towards the churchyard. The company took with them several instruments for determining magnetic and radio radiation, a couple of cameras and cameras for night photography.

To avoid getting bored at night, the guys took a few cans of beer with them for each of them. They reached the place without any incident and positioned themselves near the gate, placing their equipment. The place is certainly eerie and sad, but nothing supernatural was observed here. While the guys were setting up their cameras, it began to get dark and quickly became dark. The month appeared, the stars shone brightly, an idyll in one word. Only there was something barely perceptibly pressing on the subconscious level of almost everyone in the company. The guys, having exchanged opinions about such a strange sensation, calmed down on the fact that it all just seemed to them, and nothing unusual or strange was happening around them. Still, after about half an hour, all the guys, like the girls, began to notice something was wrong...

General incomprehensible sensations were described by Sergei, Sasha’s brother. He noticed that it was very quiet around, even unusually quiet. Immediately Veronica realized that it was the unnatural silence that was pressing on the not-so-obvious one. Everyone else confirmed this. The fact is that in fact there was no wind or rustling of leaves around, even the crickets, which at this time of year do not stop talking from dusk and almost until the morning, were silent. There were no sounds of nature at all. The most curious thing is that the guys, having been in the cemetery for about two hours, did not notice the frightening silence earlier. Veronica and Olya got chills, but the guys were brave, trying not to show their fear. What happened next is difficult to describe for anyone who was in that cemetery that very night; few of the guys remember what actually happened, everything happened as if in a dream.

Olya stood a little to the side near the bags, she took out one beer. Veronica saw her friend rummaging through one of the bags, but she didn’t hear any sounds at all, but there had to be some, because there were a lot of things in the bag, including a lot of beer cans, which should have at least been knocking. Here Olya opens a can of beer with a characteristic sound, one of the guys turns his head towards the sound and screams... Olya quickly rushed closer to everyone else and dropped the beer from her hands at what she saw. In the moonlight, a shadow seemed to separate from one of the trees and float away somewhere to the side; not far from the huddled guys, another shadow appeared, as if out of thin air, which seemed to be woven out of the darkness.

Veronica saw these shadows very clearly, her heart froze for several seconds, the girl broke out in a sweat and her mouth was dry. One by one, everyone, overtaking each other, ran to the houses, or rather it’s hard to call it running. One moment the boys and girls were sitting at the gates of the old cemetery, and a few moments later they were already quite far from it. Despite the fact that Veronica was never distinguished by good physical fitness, she rushed ahead of everyone, jumping with almost two-meter leaps, almost like a doe. The guys did not break into the house, but rushed to the barn where the guys were supposed to spend the night. They locked the door, propped it up with everything they could get their hands on, and huddled in a large heap on the wall opposite the door. Veronica began to come to her senses a little, but her friend Olya was frantically crossing herself, continuously repeating the words of some prayer. A few minutes later, all the already frightened guys heard a weak knock on the door. After a few seconds, fairly strong blows followed and the door opened slightly. As far as the moonlight could see, there was no one outside the door!

For the rest of the night, something wandered around the shed, scratching at the door, knocking on the walls. It's good that the building was strong. So the guys spent the whole night, huddled together, whining with fear and praying. The blows and other sounds made by those who were not visible stopped as if on command when the first rays of the sun appeared. The guys came to their senses only a few hours later. To the great regret of the guys, they had to return to the cemetery to pick up the equipment and cameras left there. Both cameras, to everyone’s surprise, recorded absolutely nothing except for the general background, despite the fact that Veronica and Olya were specially spinning in front of them. After this incident, Veronica never again bothered with offers to go somewhere and explore something anomalous, and Olya and Sasha, like everyone who was at that cemetery, stopped being interested in such a pastime.

The house where evil lives

One day, a woman, visiting her neighbors for tea, heard a terrible story, which will be described in this article. Her neighbors are a wonderful elderly couple who live happily and long, but the husband and wife never had children. Their neighbor (who was told this story) is the one who often likes to drop by to visit them, or chat over tea and sweets, or run to the store for them - almost like a granddaughter. One day, at one of the almost traditional tea parties, this woman decided to ask the couple why they didn’t have children, to which the elderly woman replied that it just happened that way, but after a while she still decided to tell a terrible and incredible story.
The fact is that when the man and this woman just got married, the young husband and wife inherited an old house, which was located on the outskirts of the city. The grandmother of the successful groom wrote a will quite a long time ago, according to which her house passes to her grandson when he gets married. The grandmother herself was at that time in a psychiatric hospital, and there was no way to talk to her. All that was known was that she once turned gray overnight and went crazy. Her house had been empty for many years, waiting for new owners. No one ever guessed what evil was hidden in him.

So the young couple began to equip a large wooden house (two-story), but something didn’t work out right away. Various little things constantly interfered with the renovation; it seemed that, having taken a step forward, the husband and wife had to take several steps back. The new wallpaper became damp almost immediately after pasting and was covered with strange stains, the recently painted floor began to crack, and boards began to fall in some places. Some strange things also began to happen to the couple’s health. Always a strong and healthy man, he suddenly began to suffer from headaches in the evenings, and his wife lost her child some time later. Still, somehow, with the help of their parents, the young family completed the renovation, and the husband’s mother advised her to invite the priest to bless their home. From that moment the nightmare began.

When the priest entered the old, but freshly renovated house, everyone who was in the house at that moment began to ring in their ears so much that it seemed as if their head would immediately split into pieces. From the direction of the stairs, at the back of the house, there came a very unpleasant smell, it was unclear where it came from. Immediately, a draft blew out the windows in the front door, and the priest was injured by shrapnel. The priest quickly ran out into the street, and the young couple ran out after him. The priest advised the man and woman to leave the house immediately, but promised to think and consult with the church to help them.

Completely not understanding what was happening, the man and woman went back into the house, which suddenly seemed very quiet, and began to restore order after the incomprehensible incidents that had happened. Recalling this, the elderly woman said that she still clearly remembers the strange sensation of someone’s presence and the fact that it was very quiet, as if before a storm. When she talked about this, it was clear from herself that, despite the passing years, after the story with the house, she was not at ease.

The married couple decided not to move anywhere from the house, and there was nowhere else to go, and the man and woman decided to place tenants in the house so that the young wife would not feel afraid while her husband was at work. Only now all the residents, not even living there for several weeks, were in a hurry to pack their things and move out of the house, without explaining the reasons for their escape. The man and woman were desperate with fear and ignorance. They no longer had anywhere to go, their parents lived in small apartments, and besides, it was no longer possible to sell the ill-fated house, because a bad reputation about their housing was already spreading throughout the city.

One day, the same priest who had failed to consecrate the house came to visit them. He did not come himself, but brought two more priests with him and asked permission from the owners to perform a ritual to rid the house of evil. Of course, the young couple didn’t mind. At this time, the man and the woman were waiting for the end of the ritual in a park nearby. About three hours later the holy fathers came and said that the house was now in perfect order, they even looked surprised because while they were performing their ritual, evil in the house did not manifest itself in any way even once. In fact, it only seemed to them that they had rid the old house of evil...

Further events began to develop at crazy speed. One night, the young wife had a terrible dream in which she saw a thick black cobweb throughout the house and heard, as if in reality, an evil and chilling cry “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” The next morning, her husband broke his leg, the chandelier that hung in the hall fell and broke through the floor, the very next day the old stove caught fire, and while neither the man nor the woman was at home, the entire kitchen and veranda burned down. Every subsequent day, something strange and terrible began to happen, the incidents that occurred were completely beyond explanation. The last straw was that on the fifth day after the ritual performed by the priests, the young wife felt a strong push in her shoulders and fell from the very top of the stairs. When she got to the hospital, after an examination she was told that she had lost her child again and could never have children again.

Having closed the evil old house, the young family rented a small room in the attic and moved into it. This calm little closet seemed like a paradise to them, in contrast to the big house in which evil lived. A few months later, the man learned that all three priests who performed the ritual in the old house were crushed during the construction of the church, which he told his wife about. Somewhat later, having rummaged through old archives, the young wife found out that before her husband’s grandmother, in the house he inherited, there lived a terrible man who was very rich, who did a lot of evil to people during his lifetime. When the police knocked on his house, this man, locked in his office, shot himself and was buried outside the cemetery without a funeral service in the church, and after a while strange and terrible things began to happen in the house.

When the young man’s grandmother began to live in the house, everything suddenly calmed down, only at that time the young woman could not find a mate. One day an elderly officer wooed her, but the marriage did not last very long, the woman became a widow and raised a small child herself. All the residents who moved into the house could not live in it for long; they constantly changed and ran away. And so it happened that the woman, left alone, gave her now grown-up daughter in marriage and wrote a will in which she indicated that her grandson would inherit the house. The lonely woman really hoped that all the troubles associated with the house were behind her, but she was very wrong in her assumptions, and when something terrible and incomprehensible happened to her, and she went crazy, she could no longer explain or tell anything.

When the ominous structure was being demolished, many people saw a black column of something similar to dust rising into the sky; birds in a nearby park fell from the trees in flocks and flew away from the evil place. The old woman ended her story by saying that today there is a road in the place where their old house was, and it is in the place where the evil house once stood that accidents often happen.

Mystical story

This happened in the 90s. I came for the winter “vacation” to visit my grandmother in a small village in the Vladimir region.
A village of forty houses, some no longer inhabited, surrounded by a pine forest. I love this place! It seems like there is a “civilization”
and at the same time a completely different flavor. By the way, I spent the summer there with great pleasure. There were many unusual cases in those places, more than enough to tell.
So, local boys (ages 17 to 21) gathered, as usual on Friday, for a disco in a neighboring village.
Walk about five kilometers along a country road to get there. There were few cars driving, God willing, one every hour and an hour and a half. Winter, cold, naturally accepted, not much for warming up. And who goes to a disco, and even in the cold, sober?!
There were about five or six of them, plus me and another “dacha resident” who also came on “vacation”. During the hike, we fell behind the crowd and decided not to go to the club with them, but just take a walk without going far from the village. Let's go chat and share news. All around the winter forest stands like a wall, almost night, silence, and a huge full moon is shining in the back, so we see how a company of “thirst for entertainment” cheerfully disappeared around the bend of the road. But after about five minutes, maybe a little more, we saw the guys running back at full speed and absolutely silently. Running past us, someone briefly said, “Let’s run into the light!” And we, already in full force, rushed towards the village, to the railway crossing. This was the only place brightly illuminated by electric
lanterns. Having run into the circle of light, regaining their breath, smoking nervously and interrupting each other, the guys told what garbage, sorry, they had just seen.
- “We turned a corner, and then a “cop was born.” That is, everyone fell silent at once. We looked, about five meters ahead of us, some kind of crap jumped out of the bushes onto the road. And, slowly, it moved in leaps and bounds in front of us. A little tall more than a meter, in some kind of “sheet”, worn like a cloak, there is no head, and it seems that his knees are back, like a big dog standing on its hind legs and clumsily jumping forward. We froze in place, and this damn thing, Having galloped forward a little, she stopped and turned towards us. Then we saw that he had a head, it was simply stretched forward on his neck, and we could only see his hunched shoulders from behind. His big eyes flashed on his face and face. By the way, she specified what color. I was told that the whites of his big eyes simply sparkled). you can hear the touch of his “limbs”
asphalt and ice on it, and jumped into the snow, into the roadside bushes.
Then we played “die away” and rushed back towards the village.”
All thoughts of going to the disco disappeared at once. True, my friend suggested going to see and figure out what it was.
- “Maybe someone decided to make a joke and put a sheet on the dog (probably a circus dog that moves on its hind legs).”
But he was almost beaten by the nervous and nervous guys, and we stood for a long time in the light of the lanterns, making assumptions about what they saw and heard, and fearfully looking around. After all, we still had to overcome the last hundred meters to the village in the dark, albeit moonlit, but still night.

Reading time: 2 min

The story that happened to me in childhood killed the skeptic in me. Now, having heard another horror story, I don’t consider it a story.

I was 9 years old, I graduated from third grade and had to go to a children's camp for the whole summer. But that time my mother couldn’t get a ticket. At a family council, my parents decided that I would go to my grandparents in the village.

"Hero"

There I met local boys - Vovka, Petka and Seryoga. We got ready to go to the river and grabbed our fishing rods. The guys dashingly threw floats. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. The guys just laughed at my attempts. “Here they are, the city ones! - said Petka. - You probably don’t even know how to swim. And he pushed me into the water. And I really didn’t know how to swim. I screamed and screamed, but somehow I managed to get ashore. And my friends all laughed. “What a coward you are! - said Seryoga. “I squealed like a girl!” “And I’m not a coward! Yes, everyone in the city is afraid of me in the yard!” “Yeah, I found a brave one. “You’ll go,” says Seryoga, “to the sorcerer’s house.” If you sit there for an hour and don’t yell, consider yourself not a coward. Is it coming?

The guys told me that on the outskirts of the village there is an old, almost destroyed house. A local sorcerer used to live there. His ghost still lives there and sometimes howls. I didn’t believe it, because ghosts don’t exist, and this story is a village horror story. Last year, at the pioneer camp, my comrades and I heard thousands of similar things. And they even went to an abandoned church, which was even supposedly haunted, but didn’t meet anyone there. So I enthusiastically volunteered to go to the witch's house.
We decided to go there when it was getting dark, so that it would be more scary.

House of the Sorcerer

From a distance I saw an old rickety house that looked more like a dugout. The glass was broken, the windows were boarded up, the door was held on one hinge. There were apple trees in the garden, hung with large, beautiful apples. Vovka, Seryoga and Petka remained waiting at the fence, but I immediately climbed over the fence. “What, were you scared? And who else among us is a coward? - I said and picked an apple. Got into the house. I shined a flashlight - nothing out of the ordinary. Everything is old, abandoned, covered in cobwebs. There were some brooms and herbs hanging on the wall. And suddenly I heard a chilling roar. I turned around and saw that the damper of the stove was slightly open. The air from the pipe passed through it in a draft, which is why such a sound was formed. I grinned and realized that this is what the locals perceive as the howl of a ghost. I saw that the boys were watching me through the window. And he decided to show off his prowess.

He threw the bitten apple into the corner of the room. He ripped open the pillow and scattered the feathers. I got excited! I went into another room and saw a wall mirror. I decided to write an obscene “message” to the sorcerer on it, and took a felt-tip pen out of my pocket. And then some unknown force pulled me to the mirror. I couldn’t even move, it was like I was glued to him! I stopped thinking completely from horror. I wanted to scream, but it was as if someone had sealed my mouth. I felt as if someone grabbed me hard by the ear. Then the floor crunched under me, my legs lost support. It seemed to me that I was flying into an abyss.

Consequences...

I woke up already at home. It turned out that I fell under the floor and lost consciousness. My comrades heard the roar, got scared and ran for help. The adults pulled me out and took me to my grandmother. The first day hit me then. For a long time I could not understand: did I dream about the fact that I was stuck to the mirror or did it really happen? And my ear probably hurts because I was flying down and accidentally hit the boards. But all this didn’t particularly interest me, because now I’m a local mountain - I wasn’t afraid to go into the sorcerer’s lair!

After this incident, out of the blue, swearing began to slip through my words. I started being rude and rude. The guys didn’t want to be friends with me. Grandma fought my behavior as best she could. But there was little use in my head; selective curses were constantly sounding in my head, the meanings of which I didn’t even know. They rolled off the tongue by themselves.

When I returned to the city, things only intensified. Besides, it was as if something was forcing me to do nasty things. For example, I pull out a flower bed. Or I’ll draw in textbooks. And I’ll swear like a shoemaker. Mom and Dad punished me and took me to doctors - to no avail. I slipped in my studies. I taught everything, but as soon as I was called to the board, an emptiness formed in my head. He also began to get sick often. Once a month something always happened to me.

“You’ll have to try to get him to forgive you.”

It was with great sorrow that I finally finished fourth grade. And in the summer they sent me back to my grandmother. One day I swam until I was blue in the face and came down with bronchitis. My grandmother decided to take me to the healer, Aunt Lyuba. She looked at me and asked: “So it was you, the tomboy, who stayed with grandfather Eremey last year?” At first I didn’t understand, but then it dawned on me. After all, the whole village knew about that incident in the sorcerer’s house. “You shouldn’t have done that, my dear. The grandfather's spirit is offended by you. And he cursed you. It will get worse."

Aunt Lyuba said that grandfather Eremey lived in that house. Everyone considered him a sorcerer. Although they were afraid of him, they came for help. He never refused anyone. But he also rubbed shoulders with dark forces and possessed the evil eye. He won't like anyone - that's it, he's not a good guy. There were various rumors about Eremey. Allegedly, he could turn into a black dog and scare people. One day, tractor driver Uncle Tolik met such a dog. He threw a stone at her and hit her in the eye. The next morning, Grandfather Eremey walked with a bandage on his pelvis, and Uncle Tolik soon died.

Eremey died hard: for a whole week he screamed and moaned so that the whole village could be heard. No one wanted to come to him, because everyone knew that before they die, black sorcerers need to transfer their power to someone. Then the men took pity on the grandfather and, according to the old belief, made a hole in the roof so that his soul would quickly pass into another world. But even after his death, the locals did not pass near his house.

I got scared, burst into tears and told Aunt Lyuba everything I had done in the sorcerer’s house. She sat me down on the threshold, lit a candle and began to whisper. “You offended Eremey greatly, iris. You’ll have to try to get him to forgive you.” The healer told me what needs to be done to lift the curse. She forbade talking about the details of the rituals. I’ll just tell you briefly what my grandmother and I did. First, we found the sorcerer’s grave. Grandfather Eremey was buried behind the fence of the village cemetery, like a black witcher. They did everything there as Aunt Lyuba ordered. Then we went to the sorcerer's house. Another ceremony was performed there.

They drove away the "settler"

The most amazing thing is that after the rituals I recovered dramatically. The voice in my head stopped sounding
ordered me to swear and do all sorts of nasty things. But I felt tired and broken, as if some part of me had been taken out of me. As Aunt Lyuba explained, Eremey’s soul moved into me and ordered me to do what it wanted. And since we drove away the “settler” through rituals, I feel the same way, but it will soon pass.

Now, remembering this story, I still can’t believe that it happened to me. And no matter who I tell it to, everyone just grins: fashion, what a fantasy I have. But what happened, happened. Since then, I have always respected everything related to magic and mysticism.

Dmitry Sychin. 40 years

My grandmother told me a very interesting case. In one village they married a guy. They got him a non-local bride as his wife and it was somehow very strange.

According to the groom’s mother, it was like this: “During a strong snowstorm, visiting people knocked on their door and asked them to wait out the raging snowstorm with them. The snowstorm was indeed extremely strong; three meters away you couldn’t see anything around. “We are not poor people,” said the unexpected guests, “and we will definitely pay you well for your stay.” A large bag was brought into the house from the sleigh and home-made balyks, sausages, pickles, wine and cheeses were laid out on the master’s table. In those days, these were unheard of delicacies for the village. The guests themselves were dressed like princes. The guest was wearing an expensive sable fur coat and hat. She had rings on her hands, and large and, apparently, expensive earrings in her ears. The guest's husband was dressed no worse and was smoking a pipe made of amber. Expensive rings also sparkled on his fingers; the huge green stone on the little finger of his left hand was especially beautiful.

Less than an hour had passed before the guests and hosts became tipsy from the delicious overseas wine, and it already seemed as if they had known each other for a long time. The owner's son Ivanko was sitting at the table with them, although he did not drink intoxicating wine, but only treated himself to some unexpected delicacies. The guests praised the owner’s son and said: “You are a good lad, we wish we had such a son-in-law, we have a daughter, and we give a considerable dowry for her.” The owner and the hostess, Zakhar and Melania, looked at each other, apparently they liked the opportunity to marry their son, in order to thereby get out of their boring need. Word by word, they agreed and decided that they would bless and marry the children. The dowry and the time of the wedding were immediately agreed upon. They parted in the morning the way very close people part. Ivan did not say a single word against his parents, because at that time children were often married by taking a bride or groom from other villages. Often the newlyweds saw each other for the first time only at a wedding. And what’s strange is that the spouses lived much more amicably then than now, when a guy and a girl have been dating (friends) for a year.

A week later, a troika arrived at Zakhar and Melania’s house. The girl got out of the sleigh and headed towards their hut. The coachman followed her in with chests, boxes and bags. The chests contained expensive dishes, a lot of money and all sorts of household utensils. The girl introduced herself as Alexandra and said that she had been sent to them by her mother and father. The coachman asked the owners to check whether they had received all of the promised dowry, which was sent with the bride by her relatives, who promised to come to them very soon.

When Alexandra took off her outer clothes, Ivan saw an amazingly beautiful maiden. Her resin braids were below her knees, her skin was snow-white, and her figure was flexible and beautiful. We waited for Alexandra's parents for a month, but they never arrived. Ivan, looking at the beautiful bride, became so tired that he stopped eating. The parents, feeling sorry for their son, consulted among themselves and blessed their children. The girl resignedly submitted and began to live with Ivan as with a married husband. She never spoke about her family, and never helped with housework. And at first they didn’t have any farming. The rich dowry came in handy, Zakhar and Melania began to buy all sorts of new things. They bought livestock, clothes and dishes, but they did not bother their daughter-in-law with work, they did not spread rot. Only their young woman was painfully strange. She even wrapped herself up next to a hot stove. Her hands and feet were painfully cold. She puts on a sable jacket, throws a downy shawl on top and sits with her arms stretched out towards the fire, cold, like an ice queen. Ivan doted on his wife and was sad that she did not love him, would never caress him, would not hug him, looked at him as if she did not see him.

One day he woke up in the middle of the night, looked, but his wife was not nearby, went out into the yard, walked, looked, and suddenly saw that she was coming out of the forest. When he asked where she had been, she replied that she felt heavy and stuffy, and she went into the forest, where, they say, the air was cleaner and more cheerful. Ivan began to notice that this happened too often. He will wake up in the middle of the night, and his wife is not nearby. He decided to watch for her. And then one day he pretended to be fast asleep, and when Alexandra got up and left, he went after his wife. Ivan followed her stealthily, and when he realized that she had gone to the graves, he was surprised and frightened.

Ivan wanted to call her, call out to her, and then he heard that she was talking to someone. In the silence of the cemetery, her voice was clearly audible: “Father, mother, I want to return to you again, life in this world is hard for me, you shouldn’t have asked the saints for me. You yourself lie in peace and quiet, while here on earth I am suffocating and grieving. I don’t love my hateful husband and I can’t stand my father-in-law and mother-in-law.” This is what Alexandra said with tears and kept falling at the abandoned graves. And then Ivan realized that he was living with a dead soul, which by some miracle ended up among living people. Either her parents knew the knowledgeable word of resurrection, or even before her death they bought her a second life - this is what the supreme sorcerers knew how to do. There are such paid people living, and no one knows anything about them.

Be that as it may, they just brought their daughter Alexandra and married her to Ivan, and then they themselves returned to their old place, to the cemetery. Then Ivan screamed out of fear, Alexandra turned to his voice and disappeared, as if she had gone underground. From that time on, no one saw her, and Ivan became very ill. Alexandra's dowry disappeared as if it had never existed. Seeing that Ivan could die, they brought him to my great-grandmother, who treated him for a long time, but nevertheless all his illness went away.

My great-grandmother told this incident to my grandmother Evdokia, she told me, and I. I gave it to you as best I could. To a modern person this story may seem unrealistic, but I, as a master, will tell you: there have been stranger cases.

Pavlinka had been in love with Mark Uvarov since she was a girl, and when she grew up, she completely lost her head: she couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, she kept thinking about Mark. Only Uvarov had long been sighing for his former classmate Alena Ivanova and he didn’t need anyone else.

Alenka was engaged to the son of old family friends, Oleg Kachaev. It wasn’t that she loved him very much, but he was a prominent guy and had an uneasy relationship with Ivanova. In a word, if everything was more or less good for Oleg and Alenka and things were moving towards the wedding, for Mark and Pavlinka matters of the heart were not going well at all.

It so happened that in the village where they all lived, Matryona Perstova’s older sister came to stay. There were many tales about old Fedora in the village. They said that she practiced witchcraft, mastered the occult sciences, told fortunes, and in general, had long ago sold her soul to the devil. It was precisely to meet her, without saying a word, that Pavlinka and Mark set off from different parts of the village one late evening. They met at the gate and both were terribly embarrassed. At first, Pavlinka wanted to pass by, but the desire to get Mark by any means prevailed and, nodding her head to Uvarov, she entered the Perstovs’ yard. After hesitating a little, Mark followed.

Fedora's grandmother was not at home. Matryona invited the uninvited guests to wait for her in the yard on a bench or come by tomorrow. Pavlinka would have gladly run home, but Uvarov sat down on the bench and, after hesitating a little, she sat down next to her. At first they sat in silence. Then Mark got bored and decided to chat a little with Pavlinka about this and that. As it turned out, there were many topics interesting for both of us to talk about. When Fedora entered the courtyard, she saw a cheerfully chatting couple. Newlyweds, Fedora probably thought.

- Why did you come looking at the night?

The question came unexpectedly and the young people were confused. What to say? You can’t just say right away that you’re here for a love potion. Pavlinka and Uvarov looked at each other. Understanding their indecision in her own way, Fedora decided to come to their aid herself.

“I can’t do magic today, I’m tired.” Come back tomorrow. It’s just in vain that you’re so worried, I’ll tell you without any divination. Come on, turn your palms up.

Pavlinka and Mark extended their open palms to Grandma Fedora and froze in anticipation of a miracle.

“Well, what did I tell you,” Fedora continued, examining the intricacy of lines on the palms of the girl and the boy, “you are a good couple, you will live in perfect harmony and your children will be strong and healthy.” Just be patient a little and everything will be great.

She said and went into the house. As if bewitched, silently, they sat on the bench for another twenty minutes. Then, without agreeing, they got up and walked off into the night together. They wandered through the summer park, talked about something, laughed, inhaled the aroma of the summer night and walked again, silently, each thinking about his own. We went out to the river, stood, looked at the water and moved on.

In the morning, Mark walked Pavlinka home. And a week later they got married. Either fate, or Fedora’s grandmother cast a spell, but they live well, in perfect harmony, their daughter is growing up, and they are expecting a son.

Reading time: 2 min

The story that happened to me in childhood killed the skeptic in me. Now, having heard another horror story, I don’t consider it a story.

I was 9 years old, I graduated from third grade and had to go to a children's camp for the whole summer. But that time my mother couldn’t get a ticket. At a family council, my parents decided that I would go to my grandparents in the village.

"Hero"

There I met local boys - Vovka, Petka and Seryoga. We got ready to go to the river and grabbed our fishing rods. The guys dashingly threw floats. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. The guys just laughed at my attempts. “Here they are, the city ones! - said Petka. - You probably don’t even know how to swim. And he pushed me into the water. And I really didn’t know how to swim. I screamed and screamed, but somehow I managed to get ashore. And my friends all laughed. “What a coward you are! - said Seryoga. “I squealed like a girl!” “And I’m not a coward! Yes, everyone in the city is afraid of me in the yard!” “Yeah, I found a brave one. “You’ll go,” says Seryoga, “to the sorcerer’s house.” If you sit there for an hour and don’t yell, consider yourself not a coward. Is it coming?

The guys told me that on the outskirts of the village there is an old, almost destroyed house. A local sorcerer used to live there. His ghost still lives there and sometimes howls. I didn’t believe it, because ghosts don’t exist, and this story is a village horror story. Last year, at the pioneer camp, my comrades and I heard thousands of similar things. And they even went to an abandoned church, which was even supposedly haunted, but didn’t meet anyone there. So I enthusiastically volunteered to go to the witch's house.
We decided to go there when it was getting dark, so that it would be more scary.

House of the Sorcerer

From a distance I saw an old rickety house that looked more like a dugout. The glass was broken, the windows were boarded up, the door was held on one hinge. There were apple trees in the garden, hung with large, beautiful apples. Vovka, Seryoga and Petka remained waiting at the fence, but I immediately climbed over the fence. “What, were you scared? And who else among us is a coward? - I said and picked an apple. Got into the house. I shined a flashlight - nothing out of the ordinary. Everything is old, abandoned, covered in cobwebs. There were some brooms and herbs hanging on the wall. And suddenly I heard a chilling roar. I turned around and saw that the damper of the stove was slightly open. The air from the pipe passed through it in a draft, which is why such a sound was formed. I grinned and realized that this is what the locals perceive as the howl of a ghost. I saw that the boys were watching me through the window. And he decided to show off his prowess.

He threw the bitten apple into the corner of the room. He ripped open the pillow and scattered the feathers. I got excited! I went into another room and saw a wall mirror. I decided to write an obscene “message” to the sorcerer on it, and took a felt-tip pen out of my pocket. And then some unknown force pulled me to the mirror. I couldn’t even move, it was like I was glued to him! I stopped thinking completely from horror. I wanted to scream, but it was as if someone had sealed my mouth. I felt as if someone grabbed me hard by the ear. Then the floor crunched under me, my legs lost support. It seemed to me that I was flying into an abyss.

Consequences...

I woke up already at home. It turned out that I fell under the floor and lost consciousness. My comrades heard the roar, got scared and ran for help. The adults pulled me out and took me to my grandmother. The first day hit me then. For a long time I could not understand: did I dream about the fact that I was stuck to the mirror or did it really happen? And my ear probably hurts because I was flying down and accidentally hit the boards. But all this didn’t particularly interest me, because now I’m a local mountain - I wasn’t afraid to go into the sorcerer’s lair!

After this incident, out of the blue, swearing began to slip through my words. I started being rude and rude. The guys didn’t want to be friends with me. Grandma fought my behavior as best she could. But there was little use in my head; selective curses were constantly sounding in my head, the meanings of which I didn’t even know. They rolled off the tongue by themselves.

When I returned to the city, things only intensified. Besides, it was as if something was forcing me to do nasty things. For example, I pull out a flower bed. Or I’ll draw in textbooks. And I’ll swear like a shoemaker. Mom and Dad punished me and took me to doctors - to no avail. I slipped in my studies. I taught everything, but as soon as I was called to the board, an emptiness formed in my head. He also began to get sick often. Once a month something always happened to me.

“You’ll have to try to get him to forgive you.”

It was with great sorrow that I finally finished fourth grade. And in the summer they sent me back to my grandmother. One day I swam until I was blue in the face and came down with bronchitis. My grandmother decided to take me to the healer, Aunt Lyuba. She looked at me and asked: “So it was you, the tomboy, who stayed with grandfather Eremey last year?” At first I didn’t understand, but then it dawned on me. After all, the whole village knew about that incident in the sorcerer’s house. “You shouldn’t have done that, my dear. The grandfather's spirit is offended by you. And he cursed you. It will get worse."

Aunt Lyuba said that grandfather Eremey lived in that house. Everyone considered him a sorcerer. Although they were afraid of him, they came for help. He never refused anyone. But he also rubbed shoulders with dark forces and possessed the evil eye. He won't like anyone - that's it, he's not a good guy. There were various rumors about Eremey. Allegedly, he could turn into a black dog and scare people. One day, tractor driver Uncle Tolik met such a dog. He threw a stone at her and hit her in the eye. The next morning, Grandfather Eremey walked with a bandage on his pelvis, and Uncle Tolik soon died.

Eremey died hard: for a whole week he screamed and moaned so that the whole village could be heard. No one wanted to come to him, because everyone knew that before they die, black sorcerers need to transfer their power to someone. Then the men took pity on the grandfather and, according to the old belief, made a hole in the roof so that his soul would quickly pass into another world. But even after his death, the locals did not pass near his house.

I got scared, burst into tears and told Aunt Lyuba everything I had done in the sorcerer’s house. She sat me down on the threshold, lit a candle and began to whisper. “You offended Eremey greatly, iris. You’ll have to try to get him to forgive you.” The healer told me what needs to be done to lift the curse. She forbade talking about the details of the rituals. I’ll just tell you briefly what my grandmother and I did. First, we found the sorcerer’s grave. Grandfather Eremey was buried behind the fence of the village cemetery, like a black witcher. They did everything there as Aunt Lyuba ordered. Then we went to the sorcerer's house. Another ceremony was performed there.

They drove away the "settler"

The most amazing thing is that after the rituals I recovered dramatically. The voice in my head stopped sounding
ordered me to swear and do all sorts of nasty things. But I felt tired and broken, as if some part of me had been taken out of me. As Aunt Lyuba explained, Eremey’s soul moved into me and ordered me to do what it wanted. And since we drove away the “settler” through rituals, I feel the same way, but it will soon pass.

Now, remembering this story, I still can’t believe that it happened to me. And no matter who I tell it to, everyone just grins: fashion, what a fantasy I have. But what happened, happened. Since then, I have always respected everything related to magic and mysticism.

Dmitry Sychin. 40 years