The ghost of a dead daughter
My little sister was hit by a car ten years ago. I was nine then, she was three. I was an "adult" child, I did not believe in ghosts and other manifestations of mysticism, but one day something happened that I still remember with a shudder.
This loss became a turning point for our family - my father started drinking and soon left us, my mother sobbed all the time, later closed in on herself and stopped communicating with friends and relatives. All relatives and friends of the parents tried to help us, but my mother rejected this help, and those who wanted to come to visit, she repelled in every possible way, coming up with various reasons.
Mom, as it seemed to me then, almost went crazy: she forbade touching Anechka's (my sister's) toys and things, she often washed them, ironed them and put them in the closet. I asked why she was doing this, and she answered:
“When Anya comes, the things are dirty. Don't touch the toys - you're already big, and Anya will still play. I felt so creepy, because even as a child, I realized that Anya was no longer there. At night, my mother sobbed into her pillow.
Once we learned that my father had a new family … Much time passed, and my mother resigned herself to the loss. She stopped raving and saying strange things. But she forbade Anechka's toys and clothes to be thrown away, she simply put them in a box and put them in the closet.
One night I was just starting to fall asleep and suddenly woke up sharply from a light knock. Mom was sleeping in the hall. Someone knocked on the window with a knuckle - exactly three times. We then lived on the third floor of a five-story building. I shrank into bed in horror, covered myself with a blanket - these could not be trees, they were not at all at our house. Plucking up courage, I looked towards the window - no one was there. That night I fell asleep only towards morning, all the time I looked out the window. And at breakfast, before I told my mother about what had happened, she sighed so heavily and said:
“I dreamed about Anechka. He says: “Give me a bunny. Where is my bunny? - and handles so pulls me. We must go to the grave, take it”.
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The bunny was Anya's favorite toy and was kept in the same box in my room. I still believe that that night my sister knocked on my window. By the way, we took the bunny to Anechka's grave, and since then she hasn't come back.
Zakamensk monkey
This story took place in the village of Shara-Azarga, Zakamensk region. Long ago in the village there was an old bridge (nogon bridge), and near the bridge there was a forest, or even a cliff. One morning, a girl went to school as usual through the same forest. She walked and then suddenly saw a black silhouette sitting on a tree. At first she thought it was a crow, but when she got closer, she saw something that looked like a monkey. She was very scared and ran towards the school. I heard a lot of stories that someone there saw something like that, but I never believed it until I came across it myself …
That day my brother and I stayed alone at home and invited my friend to spend the night. And the little brother called his friend. We all could not sleep, and we decided to walk a little through the night village. When we reached that very bridge, my friend yelled at us to stop, pointing us ahead.
A few seconds later, something like a monkey appeared in my eyes. It was about 80 - 90 cm tall, shaggy and snorted. We were wildly scared and ran away from there. True, a little later, having calmed down, we decided to return with the camera, but we never saw anyone. If you are there, maybe you will be able to film something?
Entities around us
I also want to share real stories from my childhood. Do you believe in all sorts of entities that live in parallel with us? Personally, I believe. I'll tell you why. It happened a long time ago, I was 3-4 years old then. In those years, grandparents lived in the parking lot and, as expected, kept cows and sheep. The area was picturesque: on one side there was a high wooded mountain, and on the opposite side there was a river.
And I remember like yesterday: one fine evening (boro haraanda) our whole family drove sheep from one corral to another. Meanwhile, I ran between them. Suddenly I see someone coming down very slowly from the side of the mountain. This figure interested me very much, and I came closer.
What I saw amazed me: it was a black creature, similar to a cow, only without a head … Walking past me towards the river. And, as my mother told me later, who was watching me at that moment, I just looked into nowhere, i.e. into emptiness, and there was nothing where I was looking.
Then there was another case: I scared my nagasashka to death when I began to show him at his feet and ask: "What is it running around you?" And there were many such cases. Probably, with age, we simply lose the ability to see them. Someone may not believe it, but this is true.
After the death of grandfather …
It was 1995. I was seven years old at the time, and I was in first grade. This year my grandfather died. One fine day, about two months after the death of my grandfather, the girlfriends pulled my mother to unwind a little. She was depressed, she was left without any support, all alone in this world and we, her two sons, two brothers. When she left, we took advantage of our freedom to sit up late in front of the TV. At about midnight I went to bed and my brother stayed.
But after a few minutes he comes running to me and says in fright: “Get dressed soon! We're leaving!". I ask: "What happened?" The brother replied that the cat's fur stood on end and the oilcloth on the kitchen table rose! I quickly got dressed, and through the window we ran to a neighbor. And this is not the only case. I remember my mother told me that my grandfather came at night, and I asked: how is it? Mom said that the mugs moved around the table, spoons rang. I can imagine how scared my mom was!