Of course, we are not alone in the universe. How many of these worlds are unknown to us? Sometimes we come into contact with these worlds, and communication is unpleasant for us, and sometimes creepy.
My husband was dying of a terrible, incurable disease. He was only 46. Of these, for 8 years he was bedridden, was a lying, absolutely helpless person. Recently, he hardly slept, his hands did not work at all, he could not stand the silence, so the TV in his room was quietly working around the clock. My husband was lying on a special bed, we raised the headboard higher, and he was watching something on TV, then dozing.
It was New Year's. We celebrated it and went outside to set off fireworks. Let's go back. Came up with our house. In Sashino's (husband's) window, a working TV on the wall was clearly visible. The frames flashing there were perfectly visible. And suddenly a large, dark figure obscured the screen. For a moment. She kind of walked past the TV. My heart was beating wildly, my legs became cottony … I didn’t say anything to anyone. New Year, all drunk, cheerful … why? The son and daughter-in-law do not believe in anything at all. The son would probably hug me by the shoulders and jokingly said: “Mother, what are you doing? This is probably champagne …"
But of course not. Champagne has nothing to do with it. I saw the figure perfectly, clearly and unambiguously … We came home. Sasha lay calmly, did not sleep, as always. Nothing terrible happened that night. The husband lived another 4.5 months.
My granddaughter, Alice, was often visited by a neighbor's boy, Olezhka - to rave together. There was a small technical room in Alice's room, they made an entrance and turned it into a playroom. We loaded all the toy books-felt-tip pens there - go for it, kids!.. Having filled up to their fill, they went down to my kitchen to drink tea. Olezhka is a miracle as good. Russian hero in childhood. A chubby, ruddy, robust man with thick, shoulder-length wheat hair. I was very sympathetic to him. Dropping donuts on both cheeks. he asks me: "What kind of uncle walks on the second floor?" I almost didn't drop another portion of donuts - the frying process was going on with might and main … "What kind of uncle, where?" Answers: “I don’t know. I left the playroom, he was in the room. Then he left. " Naturally, there were no uncles in our house.
Children ran in the street. Our kitchen windows overlook the playground - it is right under the windows. Alice comes running, to drink some water, and asks: "And you stood at the window in such white and white?" Neither white nor black, I stood at the window.
All these events took place in one period, and I associate them with the condition of my husband, with his forthcoming departure. In general, I am a very timid, suspicious person, and all sorts of such things make me shiver. But then, surprisingly, I was calm. It's unpleasant - that's all.
I was really scared only once. I sat next to my husband, gave him tea from a spoon. He drank and watched TV. Suddenly his gaze became detached, then restless. He was clearly agitated and uttered with hatred (although at that time he had not spoken almost, only called my name day and night): “Get out, get out of here! Leave me alone!"
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I say: "Sasha, is it you for me?"
"Not".
"Is there anyone else here?"
"Yes".
"Good or Bad?"
"Bad".
This is where I got really creepy. I wanted to rush to the exit and run out of the house aimlessly. And at that time we were alone at home. With difficulty, I pulled myself together, read a prayer and tried to explain it by the fact that the dying have hallucinations … Well, they have hallucinations … And what about us, everyone else? Especially in children … By the way, after Sasha was gone, there were no uncles, aunts, dark figures - nothing else. And for some reason I am not afraid to stay alone in our rather large apartment. I stayed for a week, or more alone, and nothing - no bad thoughts. Well, my conclusion, of course, is unambiguous: there is it, this notorious other world. Probably, we shouldn't be afraid of him - after all, we will all be there.