We wrote about this mysterious case. A group of ufologists decided to properly study the event.
The message was recorded from the words of an eyewitness Sergey Evgenievich Nikolaev (born in 1961). Specialized secondary education (graphic designer, graduated from PHU in 1986), internationalist warrior (Afghan), has a mutilation (his right hand is missing to the elbow).
The described case took place in the fall of 1992, at the address of Penza, Kuibyshev Street, in the basement of house No. 7, where at that time the eyewitness had a creative workshop. The workshop in this house was provided to Sergei Nikolaev by the "Union of Afghans" in 1987 and he stayed there until 1996. According to an eyewitness, the phenomenon resembled a "theater of the absurd" in connection with the mystical entourage and obvious props that were striking.
Strange events in the workshop
At around 11 o'clock in the evening, Sergei began to paint a picture (a landscape with flowers) and by 12 o'clock in the morning he had run out of red paint. He walked from the room in which he was painting to the next one, adapted as a recreation room, where, in addition to a sofa, there was a table and a bedside table in which tubes of paint were kept.
A feature of the layout of the rooms was the presence in each of them of a separate entrance to the common basement corridor. That is, Sergey made a redevelopment: he built a door in the wall between the rooms, and the extra entrance from the basement corridor to the recreation room, where the described events took place, was securely hammered in with long nails so that outsiders would not get in.
Bending over to the bedside table to get the paint, he heard a man's voice in his head, which seemed to go from chest to head: "Turn around." Sergei was frightened and for some time was afraid to turn his head, wondering what to do next, and when he looked, he saw a naked woman crucified on hooks from the side of the passageway clogged into the corridor, at the door.
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How he ended up on the couch and snuggled into a corner, Sergei does not remember. The woman was a terrifying, bloody sight: her hands were nailed to the door with rusty hooks, her ribcage, viscera, and genitals were also ripped apart by hooks. The victim's head was lowered, the light skin and hair almost merged with the white color of the door, on which only dark blood looked in contrast, of which, according to an eyewitness, there was a lot. After the eye of an eyewitness recorded these details, the door (nailed) with the crucified woman began to slowly open and a young man with a white, bloodless face looked into the room and, shaking his head towards the woman, said: "I did this to her."
Opening the door completely with the crucified, he entered the room. He was about 180 cm tall, light brown hair, short haircut, wearing a brown sweater, dark blue branded jeans and sports sneakers. At his last words, the ceiling light went out in the room.
Almost immediately, the room was filled with diffused, green-blue light and the space around it became noticeably larger: the walls of the room seemed to move apart. All the old disappeared, no one was in the room and the door, which had been hammered in with nails, took on its former appearance, the woman also disappeared. Gradually, a column of light of turquoise color appeared in the middle of the room, glowing from the inside, while it was of a more saturated bright shade than the surrounding space. The luminous cylinder had clearly defined boundaries, not reaching the ceiling and floor by 20 cm (with a total height of the room of 210 cm), the vertical size was approximately 170 cm, and the diameter was 60-70 cm, while the structure slowly rotated clockwise …
Then something incredible happened: from the light column "dead" began to fly out in a horizontal position, that is, half-decomposed bodies of people in decayed rags (the eye "caught" the half-rotted, blackened meat on the bones, fragmentary preserved skin and facial muscles on the naked turtles, but there was no smell at all). After some time, a round dance of seven or ten bodies lined up under the ceiling, which floated slowly, rotating, like a pillar clockwise.
Seeing this whole picture, Sergei fell into a state of horror, thinking at the same time that he had lost his mind and literally "lost his mind." The room was moved no less than a meter apart, and in the greenish twilight, Sergei made out chairs along the wall, like those that were in the Soviet public catering: a metal frame, and a back and seats made of plywood. On them were elderly people and children, talking to each other.
The roar of voices was heard, but it was impossible to make out the words … but suddenly everyone jumped up and started to run. A possible reason for the fright was the appearance of new visitors: a man came out of the light column, dressed in a black tailcoat, a white shirt, he had a black bow tie around his neck, and a cylinder of the same color on his head. The face and arms, like the first subject in the brown sweater, were white, completely white, as if bled.
Two "aristocratic brothers"
The first words of the aristocrat were: "Don't be afraid of us." After that, Sergei had a feeling of complete euphoria. A second person appeared next, practically a double of the first emerging from the light column, but at the same time he was constantly behind the first, as if hiding. The first alien from the pillar of light continued the dialogue: “Do you want to leave with us?” He asked. “Of course, I really want to,” replied Sergei, still under the influence of the “guests”.
“Then go sign,” the first “guest” replied, standing at the table, which was not far from the bedside table with paint. Sergei got up from the sofa and went to the table, while the first stranger made a smooth gesture from himself with his hand and a sheet of paper appeared on the table, then repeated the gesture - an ink fountain pen appeared in his hand, black with a gold nib.
Holding out a pen to Sergei with the words "sign", the aristocrat clarified - "take it with your right hand." Sergei got scared and looked at his hand, which he had been missing for several years. She was there! Taking the pen with his right hand, he was about to sign, but then the second guest turned to the first with a single phrase: “Don't forget about the needle.” “Oh, yes,” the first alien caught himself and a sharp thorn appeared in his hands, about five centimeters long, like a large cactus, the same blue-blue color, moreover, he himself glowed from the inside, like a light column. Then he lifted a fold of skin on the phalanx of his right thumb and pierced it through with a thorn.
With this thorn in his finger, Sergei bent over a sheet of paper, which turned out to be absolutely clean, so he dared to ask the question: "What am I going to sign?"
The stranger replied: “Don't worry, when the time comes, we will write everything down ourselves,” and Sergei put his signature. Immediately after that, the hand, the piece of paper and the pen all disappeared. After that, the light pole changed its direction of movement and began to rotate counterclockwise. Both figures silently turned around and stood in the light column in reverse order.
First, the figure of the second guest disappeared, and then, when the first visitor's turn came, Sergei caught himself: "What about me?" The alien, who was already standing with his back, unnaturally turned his head (like an owl) almost 180 degrees and he replied: "You will come to us when your time comes."
The aristocrat, who was already standing with his back, unnaturally turned his head almost 180 degrees.
It is noteworthy that when the figures disappeared in the light column, there was an impression that they disappeared in the wall, and not the light substance. After all this, Sergei sat down on the corner of the sofa and at the same time turned on the light bulb, the overhead light in the workshop.
After sitting for a while on the sofa and thinking about what it was, Sergei suddenly again heard the same voice in his head: "Come to the mirror." The artist got scared, fearing a repetition of previous events, with a sinking heart, almost on tiptoe, went to the mirror and sighed with relief, everything was in order. But the voice immediately said, "Turn your back." Sergei turned and saw that a tail was hanging behind, thick, black, and at the end a tassel. An interesting detail, in reality the tail was not visible and was noticeable only in the reflection of the mirror and by touch with the hand. Sergei sat down on the sofa and thought: the tail was not felt while sitting and apparently it was a farewell demonstration, a reminder of what happened that night.
Historical reference
House No. 7 on Kuibyshev Street is located in the historical part of Penza and at the foundation of the city this place was located on the territory of the fortress. The exact time of the construction of the house is unknown, but according to a resident of the house, during the Great Patriotic War (WWII), her father found several well-preserved logs in the basement of the house, shallow in the ground, which were supposedly left there since the construction of the fortress.
According to the stories of old-timers who worked as a servant, the house belongs to a pre-revolutionary building and belonged to the landowner Kulchitskaya. It was a one-story mansion with arched windows decorated with colored stained-glass windows and auxiliary annexes, stables and servants' quarters.
In 1927-1929, the house was reconstructed, during which another upper floor was completed, and after the Second World War, from 1949 to 1951, two refugee families received permission from the authorities to dig dugouts under the house, so a large basement appeared under the whole house. itself several rooms with windows on the level of the street sidewalk, connected by a common corridor that crosses the house along its entire length. In December 1977, a massive fire broke out in the house and all residents were temporarily evicted for the duration of the major repairs. In 1980, the tenants were returned to the renovated apartments, which added amenities.
The modern look of the house, the arrow points to the window of the room where the described events took place.
In those same years, a resident of one of the apartments, Nina Vladimirovna Streltsova, asked the workers to do their work in their underground, but when they dug a hole, she found that her entire basement was littered with construction debris. The woman wrote letters to the housing office asking for help, but in the end she had to throw out all the garbage herself. When sorting out the garbage, she noticed how something glittered in the corner of the underground, raked the ground with her hands, and pulled out a package containing a broadsword, a dagger in a black sheath and a bayonet knife.
All weapons were in perfect condition and wrapped in a half-rotted 1908 newspaper. Nina Vladimirovna transferred all these weapons to the local history museum. They assumed that the weapon was hidden by someone from the Kulchitsky family, presumably the son of the mistress of the house, who supported the "white" movement and was hanged by the Bolsheviks at the Tambov outpost, which is on the outskirts of Penza.
General layout of the basement of the house. 1. The room where the portal opened; 2. Adjacent workshop room; 3. A nailed door leading to a common hallway; 4. Common basement corridor running along the entire length of the house; 5. Underground N. V. Streltsova, where the weapon was found; 6. Staircase down from the street side and "dressing room" of the basement corridor; 7. Entrance to the workshop from the basement corridor.
Unfortunately, it has not yet been possible to find photographs of the Kulchitsky family, either in the archives or in the local history museum, by which it would be possible to check the similarity of the faces of family members with visitors from the portal. It is also worth noting that during his stay in this small two-story house, in the memory of N. V. Streltsova, five residents hanged themselves in it.
Conclusion
A detailed analysis of this case suggests the conclusion that the actions of the "visitors" were based on the imitation of the conclusion of a "deal with the devil", but in this case only its imitation, since such a deal is based on bargaining: on the one hand, the object of bargaining is the human soul, and on the other, those benefits that he receives for them during his lifetime.
In this case, there was no agreement, and an absolutely blank sheet of paper was signed, without a mandatory list of the terms of the agreement, and this kind of document was signed with blood, and not with an ink pen.
Apparently, the ministers of the Moscow courtyard of the Valaam monastery came to the same conclusion, in particular Father Alexander, to whom Sergei turned with this case when he worked as a guard at the courtyard. The first reaction of Father Alexander was depressing, because, according to him, now only the elders of the monastery can help Sergei, but the next day, apparently after consulting the abbot, he calmed him down and said that it was “an attempt on the part of the devil to seduce, but for Sergei himself nothing terrible happened and he is clean before God."
One of the working versions of the story was considered a hallucination that could occur under the influence of paint fumes in a poorly ventilated basement. However, this version did not stand up to criticism, since the paint is based only on linseed oil and pigment, therefore, apart from a slight smell, it does not give any fumes. The size of the largest tube is no more than fifty milliliters, with a neck no more than 5 millimeters, and a strip of paint several centimeters long is squeezed onto the palette.
Could Sergey have dreamed all this? Most probably not. The story is replete with a large number of small details, which, as a rule, are blurred even in the most detailed dreams, not to mention the fact that the plot was too protracted and complex for a dream in a vision. It is worth noting, however, that in the process of painting the picture, the master experiences the strongest mental stress, and is in a state close to nervous excitement. It is simply impossible to fall asleep.
The last point worth paying attention to is the similarity of the whole story to the classical contact of the third kind. They also often note the strangeness and absurdity of the aliens' actions. And an invitation to another planet can just be viewed as an invitation to “sell your soul” or simply “go somewhere”. I think this episode will be able to shed light on both the still unclear moments of ufological situations, and on the demonological aspects of the intercourse of people with the so-called "evil spirits".
Author Vladimir Kukolnikov, member of the Union of Artists of Moscow, head of the Penza-Kosmopoisk group.
