Aliens in the wasteland
In the early 1980s, Grigory worked in a transport company located on the Left Bank near Journalists Street (in those years, the editorial office of Dnipro Vecherny together with the Zorya publishing house was located on the same street and not far from the ATP). And since public transport did not go there in the afternoon, a special bus was taken to the homes of employees after the shift. At the end of April, having worked his shift, Gregory decided to take a nap before the bus arrived, but did not calculate with time, and when he woke up, he realized that he was late. I had to walk home - fortunately, he lived on the same side and not very far from the ATP. One "but": that part of the city abounded (and still abounds now) with vast wastelands, crossing which in the evening is not a pleasure. But on that April day it came out special.
A motor transport company where Gregory worked, in a vacant lot near which he met two strange strangers in silver clothes.
Having reached the vacant lot closest to his work, Grigory noticed two strangers walking towards him. Something about them struck him as strange, but he did not immediately understand what it was. First of all, they were unusually tall, and at the same time very skinny, of an unusual build. Further - they were very much like one another, like twins. And most importantly, they moved in a strange way, with a bouncing gait. People don't walk like that. When the strangers came closer, Gregory saw that their clothes were also strange - silver in color and tight, like a diving suit. Gregory's legs felt heavy, and his heart seemed to sink into his stomach. However, the strangers passed by without a word, and then something flashed from the side. Turning around, the car mechanic saw … or rather, did not see anything, because they were gone. Where could they hide so quickly in the wasteland,where there were no houses, no trees, no bushes, it was not clear, except that they disappeared into the air.
And then it began. Arriving home, Grigory felt such severe fatigue that he immediately passed out, barely having time to get to bed. But the morning did not bring relief either - my head was splitting, as if it had been hit with a hammer, and some voices were heard. The whole pillow was covered in blood, and nasty mucus flowed from the nose and ears. Since that day, the health of Grigory, still a young man at that time, has sharply declined: weakness, a constant feeling of nausea, dizziness, insomnia, bouts of acute depression. The doctors to whom he turned shrugged their shoulders - the analyzes seemed to be normal, they did not find obvious pathologies, and they could not explain this guy's condition.
But it was especially difficult for him in April and May. At this time, at night, blood flowed profusely from the ears and nose, the legs refused, and an intoxicating weakness set in from the blood loss. There was a situation when Gregory firmly decided to hang himself so that he would no longer suffer. And since he lived alone, then, in order not to hang in the apartment for several weeks until the neighbors notice the smell from the decomposing body, he decided to take his own life on the street. Late at night I went out into the courtyard, threw a rope over the lamppost, tightened the noose, and just wanted to climb onto a stool brought out ahead of time, a passer-by suddenly appeared in the courtyard. Seeing what exactly Gregory wanted to do, he went up to him and said quietly:
- Don't do this, friend, you still have to live and live.
Perhaps it was not at all an accidental passer-by, but, for example, a guardian angel sent from above? But then Grigory did not think about that. However, he heeded his words, as if they had a hypnotic effect on him.
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And then came April 1986. As usual, the car mechanic returned to seizures during which he did not want to live. And then at the very end of the second month of spring, Chernobyl exploded. To cope with the disaster, enterprises across the country were recruiting people from a list compiled at the top - primarily physicists, drivers, cooks, loaders. The order came to the Dnipropetrovsk ATP. The driver Sergei was supposed to go.
“But he was married, had children, and I was childless and unmarried,” wrote Gregory. - Therefore, I approached the chief and said: "Send me, I should live, if I have left, then not for long, but Sergei has a family and children."
That's how he ended up in Chernobyl. There, the Dnepropetrovsk auto mechanic was put on a KamAZ, in which he drove around the territory contaminated with radiation. Gregory was not particularly worried about this, since he had long ceased to be afraid of death. After checking with a dosimeter, even outside the zone, they were even afraid to approach it, the radiation level was so high - 86 doses in total.
And then another miracle begins, since Gregory not only survived, but also … fully restored his health. After Chernobyl, the attacks and bleeding stopped, and soon he got married and had children. And to this day he is alive and well. Such is the happy ending.
A little later, once returning to Dnepropetrovsk by train from Odessa, Gregory told his story to a fellow traveler, who turned out to be a military doctor. After listening, he came to the conclusion that Chernobyl saved him. Perhaps the creatures he met on the wasteland unwittingly irradiated him with something, but the cosmic radiation was somehow canceled out by man-made radiation. Wedge wedge principle.
Although another explanation is possible: for the noble deed committed by Gregory, when he volunteered to go to Chernobyl instead of his partner Sergei, higher powers sent him healing from an unknown illness.
Who, in fact, were those strange creatures in silvery, tight-fitting clothes (or overalls?) - space aliens or some secret employees of a certain military complex, or scientific developers from a secret biological laboratory (after all, it was not for nothing that the city was closed to foreigners) - and remained a mystery.
Black BMW
Another letter, sent a little earlier, was signed by Anton Pavlov and contained the following:
“Hello, dear editorial staff (then there were congratulations on the upcoming holidays). I want to tell a story that happened to me in November last year.
A few words about myself. I am 55 years old, I work as a security guard at an enterprise located on the Left Bank, in the viaduct area. Wife Olga is 42 years old, we have a son Valera and a daughter Anna. I drive to work in my car - a red Toyota. Driving experience - over thirty years, got the license while serving in the army in the Far East, where he transported goods and equipment for geological exploration parties along the broken roads on the ZIL-131, and not only. At one time, in the 90s, I even worked as a long-distance transport driver.
And on the Kaydak bridge, Anton Pavlov collided with a ghost car at the end of 2019.
And at the end of November 2019, as usual, I return after a shift change. I live on the Right Bank in the area of the Krasny Kamen residential area, in a private house, so I traveled across the Kaydak bridge. It was Saturday, six o'clock in the evening, and it was just getting dark. There weren't many cars moving across the bridge, but out of habit, I still looked in the rear-view mirror - suddenly someone would come up with an idea to go overtaking. Somewhere in the middle of the bridge I looked - behind me was a black BMW, which in the 90s was popularly called "Boomers". The familiar lines from the movie immediately popped up in my head:
And it looks like he was actually going to overtake. The headlights on were slightly blinding, and I slowed down. When BMW approached at a distance of a couple of meters, a crazy thought flashed across it that he wanted not to overtake me, but … to knock me down. At least, it was time for him to turn aside, and he continued to approach me. I honked and took a little to the right, almost pressed to the side of the road. And - bam! - I felt a slight push into the trunk. He swore, hit the brakes and jumped out of the car. But … I didn't see anyone. That is, there was no car behind me, the nearest one was just entering the bridge. It was also empty ahead. I even leaned over the railing, as I thought that after the push, the BMW could skid, and it flew over the fence into the river (which, in fact, was difficult to do in such a short time and in complete silence). But the railings were safe and sound, and the surface of the water was flat. Once in the car, I drove on, never ceasing to wonder how to explain the unexpected disappearance of the BMW. I never suffered from hallucinations, but I saw him as clearly as I saw my own car.
Actually, I would not have written to you about the strange incident on the bridge, if I had not recently come across an article posted on the Web, in which similar stories were given, only related to people on the streets and their inexplicable disappearances in the following moments. Maybe my case is from the same opera? The author did not explain these phenomena in any way, but put forward a version that these could be phantoms that someone (higher intelligence, military developers, God?) Sends to us for one purpose or another - for example, for the sake of observation, reconnaissance or setting psychological or any -or other experiments. When you try to get in touch with the phantom, he disappears without a trace, or he is recalled by the "operator".
Perhaps such a phantom was the black BMW I met in November last year on the Kaydak bridge? Have you heard anything about this?
With respect and love for your newspaper, Anton."
Author: Lyubov ROMANCHUK