Many people experience cases of a mystical nature, which allows us to say that the other world may well exist. Famous bloggers decided to share mystical incidents in their lives in their Reddit and Livejournal accounts.
Voices in the head. By blogger Anna
In early 2011, I was on tour with my rock band. After the show, we were invited to spend the night at the house of Max, the former bass player of our band, who committed suicide in 2009. I remember very well that the clock was 1:57 when I suddenly woke up. I will never forget that terrible moment, because the only thing I could do then was to look at the glowing clock. My body became icy, my heart was pounding, my throat became dry. I didn't have the strength to roll over to make sure someone was there, but I swear, something was leaning over my bed. My instinct told me not to move. Meanwhile, scenes of violence and bloody murders were spinning in my head.
I could hear the eerie laughter of several people in my head. For the first time in my life, the thought of suicide crept into my head. When this nightmare ended, the last thing I remembered was the voice that sounded in my head: "He's next." I looked at my watch - six minutes had passed. These were the longest minutes of my life.
Three hours later, I woke up again and decided then that I must leave this damned house as quickly as possible. I left the house and went to sleep in our minibus. In the morning, Max's brother, Oleg, came up to me. He said one sentence: "I'm sorry I didn't help you tonight." Two weeks later, we learned that Max's brother had committed suicide at about two in the morning at his home. By the way, Max also hanged himself in that house, and also at about two in the morning. Coincidences?
Twisted light bulbs. Blogger Ksenia tells
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Often I spent nights in the house where, as it seems to me, the reel lives. In that old house on the outskirts of Kaliningrad, my close friend lived with her mother, but they did not pay attention to the water taps, which themselves turned on and off at night … There were a lot of strange things in that house. Sometimes the TV turned on itself and switched channels. My friend's room was in the attic, and there was a staircase to the attic. If we stayed in the room for a long time, carried away by gossip, we could hear the grinding of an old tree in the attic. It was very scary, especially when you were sixteen.
And then something happened, after which I stopped coming to this house at all. One day, me, my friend and her mother went shopping. Her mother closed the house, we walked for no more than half an hour, then we returned. When we entered the house, my friend's mother tried to turn on the light, but it did not work. She then said: "Is the electricity turned off?", And began to try to turn on other lamps. Nothing worked, I had to turn on the flashlights on my cell phones. And then we suddenly found that all the bulbs in the house had been unscrewed and stacked in the kitchen sink. I don't remember why, but then I cried with fear. I never went into that house again.
Woman in a cafe. By blogger Peter
To begin with, I have always been a skeptic and did not believe in God. However, 10 years ago, there was a strange episode in my life that I cannot forget.
I was eighteen years old, I finished courses at a driving school and got my license. Then I took a car from my father, and my friends and I drove to a neighboring town. It was getting late, and we went to a snack bar. As soon as we were seated, an elderly woman sat down with us. She didn't look like a beggar, but her clothes were clearly not new. She started talking to us. The conversation was friendly, but then she began to tell the facts about each of us.
As it turned out, she knew almost everything about us, despite the fact that we saw her for the first time, and we never had any acquaintances in that city. She turned to me and said, "Your grandfather was a military man, wasn't he?" He really devoted his whole life to the army, but he died long ago - in 1986. At first my friends laughed at the stranger, but began to calm down. She did not look like a charlatan fortuneteller, did not try to extract information, especially money, but she herself actively talked about facts from our life that only we could know about.
Suddenly she began to speak in German with a girl from our company, who was then in her third year of foreign languages. She spoke to each of us about very personal problems we had, gave advice and mentioned deceased relatives. Finally, the woman said that my future wife would be called Angela. She got up and walked to the door. It was getting late, and we followed her. I walked first, was three steps away from the woman, when I went out to the platform in front of the cafe - there was no one there. She would not have had time to escape!
After a while, I forgot about that incident. However, recently I remembered that woman again, because the girl I married a year ago is called Angela! But this name is relatively rare, chances are excluded.
Girl and grandfather's ghost. By blogger Nikita
We bought a house where an 83-year old man lived. I remember very well that we were surprised why the owner of the house lives in the smallest room. We bought a house, made major repairs, from the smallest room in which the old man lived, we made a nursery. Two years later, I stayed at the house with our three year old daughter. The wife left for a short time for work. I remember well how that evening I asked my daughter to wait in my room while I take a shower. I recently bought her a designer set, and she has been trying to figure it out for days.
While I was taking a shower, I heard that she was talking to someone, but I was not surprised - small children love to chat with themselves. When I returned, my daughter was sitting on the bed and playing with the assembled construction set. I praised her and was surprised how quickly she sorted out with the toy. And then she gave me: "It was grandfather Vasily who helped me!" One could say that all these are childhood fantasies. However, the former owner of the house was called Vasily, the girl did not know him, and by that time a month had passed since the former owner of our house had died.