Real mysticism from real life- completely mystical stories ...

“As happens in some films…. We have moved from a new house to a very old one. It was just so convenient for us, for some reason. Mom found a photo of the house on the Internet and immediately "fell in love" with it.

We moved there. We started to get used to it and look around…. Once, when we had already started planning a housewarming, I was terribly shocked. Now I'll tell you why. I went out on the porch in the evening to admire the stars. After about ten minutes I heard some strange noise (as if someone was moving the dishes from one place to another). I came back to see it. When I approached the kitchen door, I saw something deeply white slip out of its door. I was scared of course, but I never realized what it was.

Several days passed. We were expecting guests from afar. They were going to spend the night with us and we made a small rearrangement in the room (so that people were more comfortable and comfortable with us).

The guests have arrived. I was calm as nothing supernatural was happening anymore. But! The guests told me something completely different. They stayed overnight in one room (in the same one in which we specially made the rearrangement). Uncle said that under him the bed shook and swayed. The second uncle assured that the slippers themselves "rearranged" under the bed. And my aunt said that she saw a dark shadow sitting on the windowsill.

The guests have left. They hinted that they would never return. However, our family is not going to leave here. Nobody (except me) believed in these "fairy tales". Maybe it's for the best. "

The story of three dreams

“I had an interesting dream. More precisely…. Several. But I decided not to "climb" into the dream book in order to accumulate my dreams even more.

The first dream was that a friend said: "I am pregnant." I haven't called this friend for three months. We did not see each other even more. The second dream was also pleasant. I won the lotto. What have I done? The result of dreams was not long in coming ...

I called a friend and she said that her father-in-law had died. This means that pregnancy in a dream "gives birth" to death. And my second dream came true: I won fifty dollars in the lotto. "

Mystic cat or real fiction

“My husband and I live in the apartment of my grandmother, who died seven years ago. Until the moment we moved here, this apartment was rented to six different tenants. We did the repairs, but not completely. In short, we settled there…. And I started to find strange things in the rooms. Now some pins are scattered, then fragments (completely incomprehensible to me). Grandma started dreaming. In the evenings I saw her in several mirrors.

A friend advised me to get a black kitten urgently. We did it immediately. The kitten avoided mirrors. And in the evening, when I passed them, he jumped on my shoulder and began to hiss eerily, casting a glance at the reflection in the mirror. And the kitten does not suit her husband at all. I don’t know what it’s for. I do not know why. But with the kitten we are somehow calmer. "

Mystical shell

“My boyfriend died. Killed while riding his motorcycle! I don’t know how I got through it. And I don’t understand if I survived. I loved him very much. With such force that I went crazy with love! When I found out that he was no longer there…. I thought that I would be taken to a psychiatric hospital forever. A month has passed since his death. Naturally, I grieved no less. I wanted to bring him back to this world. And I was ready to do anything for this.

A classmate gave the address of a magician. I came to him, paid for the session. He whispered something, hummed, squeaked…. I watched his behavior and stopped believing in his "power". I decided to sit until the end of the session. And it's good that I didn't leave earlier. Fiol (that was the name of the magician) gave me something in a small box. He told me not to open the box. I had to just put her under the pillow, constantly remembering Igor.

And so she did! True, my hands were shaking a little. And lips (from fright), because it had to be done in the dark. She tossed and turned for a long time, could not even take a nap. It is a pity that it was impossible to drink sleeping pills. I did not notice how the dream visited me. I dreamed that….

I walk along a narrow path to a bright light. I walk and hear a declaration of love, which Igor was continuously whispering to me. I walked, walked, walked…. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. It was as if my legs were leading me somewhere. My uncontrollable steps accelerated.

He said the following:“I am needed here. I can't go back. Do not forget me, but do not suffer either. There should be another next to you. And I will be your angel .... "

He disappeared and my eyes opened. I tried to go back - nothing came of it. I grabbed the box and opened it. I saw in it a small gilded shell! I do not part with her, as well as with the memories of Igor. "

The beautiful story of an ugly girl

“I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I am the most - the ugliest girl in the Universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I could not believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.

I was twenty-two, but I hadn't met anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the way I ran from my own appearance.

I decided to go to Kiev to distract myself and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music ... .. I don't know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart yearned for this city. It is in this one, and not in any other!

Time passed quickly on the road. I really regretted that I had not had time to enjoy the road as it should. And nothing happened to take pictures, as the train was rushing unbearably fast.

Nobody was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those whom I met. I stood for three seconds at the train station and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel I had booked in advance.

I got into a taxi and heard:"Are you the girl who is not sure of her appearance and still has no half?"

I was surprised, but answered yes. Now I am married to this man. And how he knows all this about me is still a secret. " He doesn't want to admit it, just outright ...

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I read the story that you cannot escape fate, and realized that in my life there was also a similar mystical story, when I made an order to the Universe.

This happened 12 years ago. Then I lived in a seaside town. First, as I moved, I rented a room, then I found an apartment. With work, too, everything turned out well, I found and worked in my specialty. The team was good, friends appeared immediately, everything was ok on the personal front. It would seem, live for yourself and be happy.

In my life there was a person whom I loved very much. We can say - I was sick with them. Deep down, I understood that this was not normal, that this was some kind of pathological addiction, I fought with myself, but nothing worked. There were infrequent meetings, I knew that besides me, he had many connections, mostly random ones. The man was very charismatic.

And so, when I had already completely promised myself that everything would be enough, like a faithful dog, to wait for his calls and meetings with him, he invited me to be with him. He gave his word that he would only be with me, said that he had changed. And I believed, because we only live once. We've been together for two years.

As a child and teenager, I loved going to my grandmother's during the summer holidays. I usually stayed with her for two months. And after all the household chores were over, and there are quite a few of them in the village, we sat with my grandmother on her beautiful veranda and drank tea.

The village was slowly dying out. The young people left for the city, many immigrated (like my family later to Germany), since many Germans who were exiled to Kazakhstan during the war years lived in the village. But that's not what my story is about.

My grandmother had 10 children and a bunch of grandchildren. She lived with all her children and grandchildren in turn and always managed to knit everyone on socks and mittens, and to whom a jacket and a vest. I loved her very much, but there were many of us, and she was alone and was in great demand.

I was about six years old when she came to visit us. There was so much joy and boasting in front of the neighbors that this was my grandmother, and I believed that everyone was jealous of me, that I had a grandmother. When I was 12 years old, my grandmother died on Pokrov day, when the snow thickly covered the ground, then she lived with her daughter in the Altai Territory. Everyone gathered for the funeral of their beloved grandmother, fortunately that the house is large, everyone fit.

I finished school a long time ago, back in 1985. I went to work immediately at the age of seventeen, because my mother worked alone, my father was disabled, money was needed. A girl from the class called me to another city to study at a technical school, but I did not go, I stayed at home.

When I went to first grade, my parents bought me a school desk at a furniture store, this was in 1975. I spent all ten years studying at the same table. In the evenings, my mother and I did homework asked by the teacher, they loved to read history and fiction, learn poetry by heart. I passed the exams well, I could go and study further. When I graduated from school, we did not throw out the table. Parents told me that there will be children, it will come in handy.

Standing in the hallway, Tonya looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked at her with displeasure: grey eyes with fluffy eyelashes, arched black eyebrows, round face, covered with light fluff on the cheekbones (just like a peach), small cherry lips and a pretty nose, which is now wrinkled from the fact that he definitely did not like something in the appearance of his mistress.

Running her hand through her soft, wavy, brown hair, Tonya thought: “Lord! But why? Why doesn't she have a beautiful body to this face? " Beautiful means slim, with a thin waist, narrow hips, small breasts and long legs... It was these women who were considered beauties - the standard of beauty at that time. And she has a lush chest, full hands and the body, everything, is like a butter cake, this is with her height, 159 cm with a ponytail. How could she with such a body to the standard of beauty. This is probably why she cannot find the one whom she has been looking for for a long time, whom she could love with all her immense temperament nature, with all her inherent ardor and ardor, of which she was only capable. And, of course, mutually, so that she, too, would be loved, but what about without that?

It happened 6 years ago. I was 15 then. Then it was very fashionable to look for treasures, so I fell under this influence. I bought a metal detector, but it was not a professional one, but an amateur one. And now on Friday afternoon I went for the treasure.

We just arrived at the dacha, and the dacha is located near Kharkov. Here I am, and suddenly the metal detector began to beep. Let me dig, I dug it out, and there was a tsarist coin minted in 1897. I ran home on the wings of joy, where everyone began to look at her and praise me.

I believe that dreams can warn us of something,. I will tell you one case. A good friend of mine, who has never had nightmares or mystical dreams in her life, but about a year ago, she unexpectedly had just such a dream one night. Further from her words.

“I saw myself in a large hall of some huge house (it was like a castle), there were many people in this hall, they were scurrying back and forth, doing something. The hall had two solid doors made of dark wood, such double doors and they were tightly closed. So, suddenly one of the doors opens and only one person enters the hall with difficulty - a man. It was evident how bad he was, he could barely walk, he was so pale and he looked very sickly. I was just near that door, so I went up to this man (I wanted to help him) and offered him my shoulder so that he leaned on me, so together we reached one bed, which was nearby. I put him there and I still remember that I covered him with several blankets, because I knew that he needed it now. As soon as I did this and straightened up, the whole house suddenly began to shake, as in an earthquake, even as if the thunder was thundering during this. And these doors, both, also began to shake, that is, they began as if trying to open, shook as if from the pressure from the outside, as if a strong wind was trying to open them, but so far, even under its influence, they remained closed.

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

If you also have a story to tell on this topic, you can absolutely free.

I read the story about that oh, and realized that in my life there was also a similar mystical story, when I made an order to the Universe.

This happened 12 years ago. Then I lived in a seaside town. First, as I moved, I rented a room, then I found an apartment. With work, too, everything turned out well, I found and worked in my specialty. The team was good, friends appeared immediately, everything was ok on the personal front. It would seem, live for yourself and be happy.

In my life there was a person whom I loved very much. We can say - I was sick with them. Deep down, I understood that this was not normal, that this was some kind of pathological addiction, I fought with myself, but nothing worked. There were infrequent meetings, I knew that besides me, he had many connections, mostly random ones. The man was very charismatic.

And so, when I had already completely promised myself that everything would be enough, like a faithful dog, to wait for his calls and meetings with him, he invited me to be with him. He gave his word that he would only be with me, said that he had changed. And I believed, because we only live once. We've been together for two years.

As a child and teenager, I loved going to my grandmother's during the summer holidays. I usually stayed with her for two months. And after all the household chores were over, and there are quite a few of them in the village, we sat with my grandmother on her beautiful veranda and drank tea.

The village was slowly dying out. The young people left for the city, many immigrated (like my family later to Germany), since many Germans who were exiled to Kazakhstan during the war years lived in the village. But that's not what my story is about.

My grandmother had 10 children and a bunch of grandchildren. She lived with all her children and grandchildren in turn and always managed to knit everyone on socks and mittens, and to whom a jacket and a vest. I loved her very much, but there were many of us, and she was alone and was in great demand.

I was about six years old when she came to visit us. There was so much joy and boasting in front of the neighbors that this was my grandmother, and I believed that everyone was jealous of me, that I had a grandmother. When I was 12 years old, my grandmother died on Pokrov day, when the snow thickly covered the ground, then she lived with her daughter in the Altai Territory. Everyone gathered for the funeral of their beloved grandmother, fortunately that the house is large, everyone fit.

I finished school a long time ago, back in 1985. I went to work immediately at the age of seventeen, because my mother worked alone, my father was disabled, money was needed. A girl from the class called me to another city to study at a technical school, but I did not go, I stayed at home.

When I went to first grade, my parents bought me a school desk at a furniture store, this was in 1975. I spent all ten years studying at the same table. In the evenings, my mother and I did our homework, which was asked by the teacher, we loved to read history and fiction, to learn poetry by heart. I passed the exams well, I could go and study further. When I graduated from school, we did not throw out the table. Parents told me that there will be children, it will come in handy.

Standing in the hallway, Tonya looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked at her with displeasure: gray eyes with fluffy eyelashes, arched black eyebrows, a round face covered with light fluff on the cheekbones (just like a peach), small cherry lips and a pretty nose, which is now wrinkled, from the fact that there was definitely something he didn't like about the appearance of his mistress.

Running her hand through her soft, wavy, brown hair, Tonya thought: “Lord! But why? Why doesn't she have a beautiful body to this face? " Beautiful means slim, with a thin waist, narrow hips, small breasts and long legs. It was these women who were considered beauties - the standard of beauty at that time. And she has a lush chest, full arms and body, everything is like a butter puff, this is with her height, 159 cm with a ponytail. How could she with such a body to the standard of beauty. This is probably why she cannot find the one whom she has been looking for for a long time, whom she could love with all her immense temperament nature, with all her inherent ardor and ardor, of which she was only capable. And, of course, mutually, so that she, too, would be loved, but what about without that?

It happened 6 years ago. I was 15 then. It was very fashionable then, so I fell under this influence. I bought a metal detector, but it was not a professional one, but an amateur one. And now on Friday afternoon I went for the treasure.

We just arrived at the dacha, and the dacha is located near Kharkov. Here I am, and suddenly the metal detector began to beep. Let me dig, I dug it out, and there was a tsarist coin minted in 1897. I ran home on the wings of joy, where everyone began to look at her and praise me.

I believe that dreams can warn us of something,. I will tell you one case. A good friend of mine, who has never had nightmares or mystical dreams in her life, but about a year ago, she unexpectedly had just such a dream one night. Further from her words.

“I saw myself in a large hall of some huge house (it was like a castle), there were many people in this hall, they were scurrying back and forth, doing something. The hall had two solid doors made of dark wood, such double doors and they were tightly closed. So, suddenly one of the doors opens and only one person enters the hall with difficulty - a man. It was evident how bad he was, he could barely walk, he was so pale and he looked very sickly. I was just near that door, so I went up to this man (I wanted to help him) and offered him my shoulder so that he leaned on me, so together we reached one bed, which was nearby. I put him there and I still remember that I covered him with several blankets, because I knew that he needed it now. As soon as I did this and straightened up, the whole house suddenly began to shake, as in an earthquake, even as if the thunder was thundering during this. And these doors, both, also began to shake, that is, they began as if trying to open, shook as if from the pressure from the outside, as if a strong wind was trying to open them, but so far, even under its influence, they remained closed.

Stories about what there is no rational explanation, about extraordinary accidents, mysterious coincidences, unexplained phenomena, prophetic predictions and visions.

WHOSE FAULT?

An old friend of mine, a kind companion, a teacher who recently retired, Lilia Zakharovna told me an unusual story. She went to visit her sister Irina in the neighboring Tula region.

Her neighbors, mother Lyudmila Petrovna and daughter Ksenia, lived in the same entrance on the same site with Irina. Even before retirement, Lyudmila Petrovna began to get sick. The doctors changed the diagnosis three times. There was no sense in the treatment: Lyudmila Petrovna died. On that tragic morning, Ksenia was awakened by the cat Muska, her mother's favorite. The doctor pronounced death. They buried Lyudmila Petrovna very close, in her native village.

Ksenia and her friend came to the cemetery for two days in a row. When we arrived on the third day, we saw a narrow, elbow-deep hole in the grave mound. Completely fresh.

Muska was sitting nearby. There was no doubt about it. Almost at the same time, they shouted: "That's who dug!" Surprised and gossiping, the girls filled the hole. The cat was not given to them in their hands, and they left without it.

The next day, Ksenia, taking pity on the hungry Muska, went to the cemetery again. She was accompanied by a relative. Imagine their amazement when they saw a rather large pit on the mound. Exhausted and hungry Muska sat next to her. She did not struggle, but calmly let herself be put into the bag, occasionally meowing plaintively.

Xenia now had an episode with a cat in her head. And now the thought began to emerge more and more clearly: what if mom was buried alive? Maybe Muska felt it in an unknown way? And the daughter decided to dig up the coffin. After paying money to some homeless people, she and her friend arrived at the cemetery.

When they opened the coffin, they saw in horror what Xenia had foreseen. Lyudmila Petrovna, apparently, tried to lift the lid for a long time .. The most terrible thing for Xenia was the thought that her mother was still alive when she and her friend came to her grave. They did not hear her, but the cat heard and tried to dig it out!

Evgeniya Martynenko

GRANDMA WALKED BY THE FOREST

My grandmother Ekaterina Ivanovna was a devout person. She grew up in the family of a forester and all her life
lived in a small village. I knew all the forest paths, where what kind of berries are found and where the most secret mushroom places are. She never believed in black supernatural forces, but once a strange and terrible story happened to her.

She needed to carry hay home from the meadow for the cow. Sons from the city came to the rescue, and she hurried home to cook dinner. It was autumn. It was getting dark. I walk to the village in only half an hour. The grandmother is walking along the familiar path, and suddenly a familiar village resident comes out of the forest. She stopped and started talking about the village life.

Suddenly, the woman laughed loudly throughout the forest - and immediately disappeared, as if evaporated. The grandmother was seized with horror, she began to look around in confusion, not knowing which way to go. She rushed back and forth for two hours until she fell exhausted. As soon as she was at a loss to think that she would have to wait in the forest until morning, the sound of a tractor reached her ears. She went to him in the dark. And so I went to the village.

The next day my grandmother went to the forest fellow traveler's home. It turned out that she did not leave the house, she was not in any forest, and therefore she listened to her grandmother with great surprise. Since then, my grandmother tried to bypass that lost place, and in the village they said about him: this is the place where the goblin took Katerina. So no one understood what it was: whether the grandmother had seen it, or the villager was hiding something. Or maybe it really was a goblin?

V.N. Potapova, Bryansk

A DREAM COMES TRUE

In my life, events constantly occur that you cannot call anything other than miraculous, but all because there are no explanations for them. In 1980, my mother's common-law husband Pavel Matveyevich died. In the morgue, my mother was given his things and a watch. Mom kept the watch in memory of the deceased.

After the funeral, I had a dream that Pavel Matveyevich insistently demanded from my mother that she take the watch to his old apartment. I woke up at five o'clock and immediately ran to my mother to tell a strange dream. Mom agreed with me that the watch must be taken by all means.

Suddenly a dog barked in the yard. Looking out the window, we saw that a man was standing at the gate under the lamp. Throwing on her coat in a hurry, my mother jumped out into the street, quickly returned, took something in the cupboard and again went to the gate. It turned out that Pavel Matveyevich's son from his first marriage came for the clock. He was passing through our city and came to us to ask for something in memory of his father. How he found us almost at night remains a mystery. I'm not talking about my strange dream ...

At the end of 2000, my husband's father Pavel Ivanovich became seriously ill. Before the New Year, he was admitted to the hospital. At night, I again had a dream: as if some man insistently requires me to ask him about something important. Out of fear, I asked how many years my parents would live, and received the answer: more than seventy. Then she asked what was waiting for my father-in-law.

In response, I heard: "There will be an operation on the third of January." Indeed, the attending physician ordered an urgent operation - for the second of January. “No, the operation will be the third one,” I said confidently. Imagine the surprise of the family when the surgeon transferred the operation to the third!

And another story. I have never been particularly healthy, but I rarely went to doctors. After the birth of my second daughter, I once had a very bad headache, well, it just burst. And so on throughout the day. I went to bed early in the hope that my head would pass in my sleep. As soon as she started to fall asleep, little Katya was busy. There was a night light over my bed, and as soon as I tried to turn it on, I seemed to be electrocuted. And it seemed to me that I was soaring high in the sky above our house.

It became calm and not scary at all. But then I heard a baby crying, and some force brought me back to the bedroom and threw me into bed. I took the crying girl in my arms. My nightdress, my hair, my whole body was wet, as if I had been caught in the rain, but my head did not hurt. I think that I experienced an instant clinical death, and the crying of a child brought me back to life.

After 50 years, I acquired the ability to draw, which I have always dreamed of. Now the walls of my apartment are covered with paintings ...

Svetlana Nikolaevna Kulish, Timashevsk, Krasnodar Territory

Joked

My father was born in Odessa in 1890, died in 1984 (I was born when he was 55 years old). As a child, he often told me about the days of his youth. He grew up as the 18th child (the last) in the family, he enrolled himself in school, graduated from grade 4, but his parents were not allowed to continue studying: he had to work. Although he was a communist, he spoke well of the tsarist times, he believed that there was more order.

In 1918 he volunteered for the Red Army. To my question, what prompted him to take this step, he answered: there was no work, but he had to live on something, and there they offered food and clothes, plus youthful romance. One day my father told me this story:

“There was a civil war. We were in Nikolaev. We lived in a teplushka on railroad... In our unit there was a joker Vasya, who often amused everyone. Once, along the carriages, two railroad workers carried a can of fuel oil, gagged.

Vasya jumps off the car in front of them, spreads his arms to the side and in a strange voice says: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun scribbles with water, fire, water, lie down!”, He falls on all fours and begins to crawl. The dismayed railroad workers immediately fell and began to crawl after him on all fours. The can fell, the gag fell out, the fuel oil began to flow out of the flask. After that, Vasya got up, dusted himself off and, as if nothing had happened, went up to his Red Army men. Homeric laughter rang out, and the poor railroad workers, raising the can, quietly left.

This incident was strongly remembered, and my father decided to repeat it himself. Once in the city of Nikolaev, he saw that a gentleman in an Easter white suit, white canvas shoes and a white hat was walking towards him. The father went up to him, spread his arms to the sides and in an insinuating voice said: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun scribbles with water, fire, water, lie down!”, Knelt down and began to crawl in a circle. This gentleman, to the amazement of his father, also fell to his knees and began to crawl after him. The hat flew off, it was dirty around, people were walking nearby, but he was as if detached.

The father perceived what happened as a one-time hypnosis on a weak, unstable psyche: the power changed almost every day, uncertainty, tension and general panic reigned. Judging by some facts, a similar hypnotic effect on some people is common in our rational time.

I. T. Ivanov, village Beysug, Vyselkovsky District, Krasnodar Territory

SIGN OF Trouble

That year, my daughter and I moved to my grandmother's apartment, inherited. My blood pressure has jumped, my temperature has risen; writing off my fortune for an ordinary cold, as soon as I let go, I calmly left for a country house.

The daughter, who remained in the apartment, took up a little washing. Standing in the bathroom, with my back to the door, I suddenly heard children's voice: "Mom, mom ..." Turning around in fright, she saw that a little boy was standing in front of her and stretching out his arms to her. In a split second, the vision disappeared. My daughter turned 21 and was not married. I think the readers understand her feelings. She took this as a sign.

Events were not slow to unfold, but in a different direction. Two days later, I got on the operating table with an abscess. Thank God she survived. There seems to be no direct connection with my illness, and yet it was not an easy vision.

Nadezhda Titova, Novosibirsk a

"Miracles and Adventures" 2013

Majority scary stories seem like delirium and clearly border on insanity. No matter how it is: some of them are more than just real. We will tell you about them.

Core

On March 16, 1995, Briton Terry Cottle shot himself in the bathroom of his apartment. The suicide with the words "help me, I am dying" died right in the arms of his wife Cheryl.

A healthy and physically fit Cottle shot himself in the head, but his body remained unharmed. In order not to waste such goodness, the doctors decided to donate the organs of the deceased. The widow agreed.

The 33-year-old heart of Cottle was transplanted into 57-year-old Sonny Graham. The patient recovered and wrote a letter of gratitude to Cheryl. In 1996, they met and Graham felt an incredible attraction to the widow. In 2001, the sweet couple began to live together, and in 2004 they got married.

But in 2008, the poor heart stopped beating forever: Sonny, for some unknown reason, also shot himself.

Earnings

How to make money like a man? Someone becomes a businessman, some go to the factory, the rest become clerks, idlers or journalists. But Mao Sujiyama surpassed everyone: the Japanese artist cut off his manhood and prepared a savory dish from it. Moreover, there were even six madmen who paid $ 250 each to eat this nightmare in the presence of 70 witnesses.

Source: worldofwonder.net

Reincarnation

In 1976, hospital orderly Allen Showery from Chicago entered the apartment of his colleague Teresita Basa without permission. Probably, the guy wanted to clean out the young lady's dwelling, but when he saw the mistress of the house, Allen had to stab and burn her so that the woman would not tell anything.

A year later, Remi Chua (another medical colleague) began to see Teresita's corpse wandering the corridors of the hospital. It would be half the trouble if this ghost just staggered. So it moved into poor Remi, began to control her like a puppet, speak in the voice of Teresita and told the cops about everything that had happened.

The police officers, relatives of the deceased and Remi's family were shocked by what was happening. But the killer was still split. And they put him behind bars.

Source: cinema.fanpage.it

Tripod Guest

It's better not to go to Anfield, Illinois. There lives a tripod one and a half meter slippery and hairy monster with short arms. On the evening of April 25, 1973, it attacked little Greg Garrett (though it took away only his sneakers), then knocked on Henry McDaniel's house. The man was shocked by the sight. Therefore, out of fear, he drove three bullets into the unexpected guest. The monster overcame 25 meters of McDaniel's yard in three jumps and disappeared.

Sheriff's deputies also met the Enfield monster several times. But nobody managed to solve it. Some kind of mysticism.

Black-eyed

Brian Bethel is a respected journalist who has built a successful career long ago. Therefore, he does not descend to the level of urban legends. But in the 1990s, the pen master started a blog in which he published a strange story.

One evening, Brian was sitting in a car parked in the movie theater parking lot. Several 10-12-year-old children approached him. The journalist lowered the window, started looking for a dollar for the kids and even exchanged a few words with them. The children complained that they could not enter the cinema without an invitation, that they were cold and he could not invite them into the car. And then Brian saw: in the eyes of the interlocutors there is absolutely no squirrel, only rabble.

The poor fellow with fright instantly closed the window and pressed the gas pedal all the way. His story is far from the only tale of strange black-eyed people. Have you already seen such aliens in your area?

Green mystic

Doris Beater is not the nicest person to live in Culver City, California. She constantly drinks and abuses her sons. And a woman also knows how to summon spirits. In the late 1970s, several researchers decided to personally verify the authenticity of her stories. It all ended with the fact that the young lady, with spells at home, really summoned the green silhouette of a man who scared everyone half to death. And one daredevil even lost consciousness.

In 1982, based on Beter's stories, the horror film Essence was filmed.