Our vast homeland at all times was proud of the number of prisons and camps. In what other country could such an absurd proverb be born as “don’t excuse yourself from money and prison”? Those who were "lucky" to visit Butyrka or Kresty know many legends about ghosts who have chosen dungeons.
It's hard to tell if there are ghosts in prisons or not. It is quite possible that out of boredom the prisoners themselves invent stories and scare newcomers with them. However, the newcomer, who was there for the first time, is something, and ghosts are definitely the least frightening. Employees of these institutions often talk about ghosts. Unfortunately, there is no way to check this information, these objects are regime-controlled and no one will let mysticism go there. On the other hand, those who are engaged in the study of the paranormal are sure that in places that are thoroughly saturated with murder and human suffering, evil spirits should inhabit.
Gulag
In the summer of 1929, the Council of People's Commissars of the USSR decided that a happy future was impossible without camps. A year later, a new branch of power appeared in the country - the State Administration of Camps. From that moment on, the tentacles of one of the most terrible monsters in the history of mankind began to entwine the country with great speed, as the Gulag archipelago grew by leaps and bounds. The administration did not exist for long, after thirty years it was reorganized, and the number of camps began
Anomalies
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Today, only ruins remain of most of the camps, and they, like a magnet, attract adventure seekers, bloggers and just lovers of abandonment. And some of them have encountered unexplained phenomena there.
In the summer of 1998, five students from Magadan (four boys and one girl) went on a hike to the places where the Dneprovsky mine camp (Kolyma) was once located. All five students are missing. While searching for the missing, the police found the place where the students settled - it was about a kilometer from the former camp. The most unusual thing was that the tent, backpacks and other belongings of the students were in place. Moreover, a kettle with an undercooked ear hung over an extinct fire, and bottles with half-drunk beer stood nearby. The impression was that the students simply disappeared.
Another incident occurred with students from St. Petersburg who were traveling in Mordovia in the summer of 2009.
“We settled on the edge of the forest, pitched a tent, made a fire. When it got dark, two boys, about twelve, suddenly came up to us unnoticed. They appeared as if out of nowhere. The children were dressed in some kind of terrible and torn rags, and they themselves were as thin as death. They asked us for some food, we of course shared what we had. The kids stuffed their mouths with sandwiches and ran away from us into the forest like wild animals. We, St. Petersburg students, guessed that in the outback people live more modestly, but not to such an extent! And in the morning we learned from local residents that a special regime children's correctional camp was located nearby. And one old resident confirmed that there are two boys walking around the neighborhood, but they are not alive, but ghosts."
The ghosts of the barracks. Eyewitness Valery
My job was full of adventures, of course, I did not work as a watchman, but as a geologist! It was in the eighties, when our group was on a business trip in the north of Yakutia. Once, I had to go to a neighboring village to the post office, get new instructions. Me, and two more guys from my group in a UAZ went on a trip.
It was winter, somewhere in the middle of the road a terrible blizzard began, it was impossible to drive the car. When I stopped the car, we saw several barracks in front of us. It was cramped and cold in the UAZ, and we decided that it was possible to sit out the bad weather in the barrack. When we tried to open the doors of the barracks, warped with time and dampness, it turned out that they were inhabited: an elderly man came out onto the porch, silently stared at us, then another one appeared over his shoulder, then a third. I tried to explain to them that we are lost, frozen and we need a short rest, hot tea and a drink. The peasants didn’t seem to want to hear us, they went inside with completely impenetrable faces. Sectarians - that's what we thought then.
We decided to go to another barrack. When we opened the heavy door of the wooden building, we realized that this was not an ordinary residential barrack, but a prison. A huge room, two hundred square meters in area, was filled with three rows of bunks. Inside, there was a disgusting smell of human sweat and horrible food, as if a few dozen or even hundreds of people huddled here a minute ago. From what we saw, we felt uneasy, we decided to sit out the bad weather in the UAZ.
When we returned back, we did not see those barracks. Having become interested, we decided to make inquiries, and indeed, approximately in the same place there was a labor camp, which was razed to the ground in the early seventies.
