You can be ironic about the stories about the poltergeist as much as you like, until you yourself encounter it.
Skeptics are sure that a poltergeist is nothing more than a superstition, or a figment of the imagination of mentally unhealthy people. But skepticism instantly vanishes when faced with unexplained phenomena.
In my youth, I myself experienced several unpleasant and inexplicable phenomena, so I tend to trust stories about the manifestations of poltergeist, and there are a lot of them. There are sites where people share their experiences and most of the stories are quite convincing. In any case, for me.
It is believed that a poltergeist is a clot of negative energy that accumulates in an apartment for years, or the restless soul of a deceased person. It is also noted that most often paranormal phenomena appear if there is a teenager in the house, but this is not a prerequisite. Sometimes, a poltergeist pursues a person wherever he is, and in other cases, after moving to another place, it stops.
As I said, hundreds of stories can be found on the Internet, sometimes funny, and sometimes creepy. But, since it is impossible to verify their reliability, I decided to talk about what I faced myself. And you yourself decide whether to believe them or not.
The strangeness began after the death of my beloved grandmother, when I was 12 years old. My parents were witnesses of these phenomena, so these are not my personal fantasies. What happened? We heard the sounds of footsteps in empty rooms, the sound of the front door being opened, which was locked. Items were missing. I remember my father long and unsuccessfully looking for his safety razor and the brass shaving brush that was always kept in the cabinet in the bathroom. He rummaged through everything, but never found it, although the shaving device had nowhere to go, and my father was distinguished by pedantry and always carefully put it on the shelf. A couple of days later, the glass with a razor and a shaving brush stood in its original place. My father was angry, he thought it was our tricks with my mother, but only this could not have entered our heads.
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The most unpleasant incident for me was the story of the plexiglass, which was on my father's desk. One day, returning from work, he found that the glass was scratched and cut with a sharp object. Suspicion fell on me, although I rarely entered my father's office in his absence. No, I didn’t fit, but the fact that my father didn’t believe me and thought that I was capable of such a wild deed made me very sad then, and even now, when my father has long been dead.
And, what else puzzled me then - if it was the spirit of my grandmother, then why did it behave so strangely and aggressively (cut glass?). After all, everyone loved her and the family relations were good.
I must say that I came across strange cases later. And in other places of residence. But in recent years, nothing unusual has happened to me. I already decided that this is a passed stage, but just the other day I again encountered an inexplicable phenomenon, and even in broad daylight. I sat in the yard (I live in a private house), and painfully pondered how to get out of the financial crisis. And suddenly, a five-ruble coin falls under my feet, which simply had nowhere to come from. It feels like someone threw her from behind my back. But behind the back - the wall and the closed door of the house, in which at that moment there was no one. So think now, who took care of me.
Varvara Vedeshina