Official science says that time travel is possible. True, one can only get into the future, and from there, there is no way back to the past. In some places, time flows insignificantly faster than ours, usual, and in some points of the universe hundreds and even thousands of times faster. Remember the movie Interstellar?
There are places on Earth where time does not flow as usual. Dozens of anomalous zones have long been known, in which time flows in an incomprehensible way, for example, the Bermuda Triangle, Death Valley in Kamchatka, the city of Arkaim and many others. The most unusual thing in such zones is that these zones affect different people in different ways: some people do not feel anything on themselves, others can move imperceptibly a few seconds ahead, and some disappear altogether. Presumably, these disappeared and fall into temporary funnels, going tens and hundreds of years ahead. Every year thousands of missing people are recorded, where do they go? One of the versions is to the future.
Guest from the past. Eyewitness Anton
Watering a vegetable garden during a dry summer is the most boring task, especially when your summer cottage is a vegetable garden of fifty acres. When it's hot, you have to "water" the beds both in the morning and in the evening. And then, in the summer of 2011, I, taking the hose in my hands, with great reluctance, went to the garden exploits. The process of watering the garden lasts more than an hour, during this time, you get tired, your head becomes heavy. Therefore, what I saw could be called a consequence of fatigue. Suddenly, a girl ran past me, about fourteen or fifteen years old. She ran so close that I almost touched her. Then I managed to shout to her, they say, what are you doing on my site? The girl did not react to me in any way, and ran away from my site.
“What an obsession? Where does she come from in my garden? - I thought. Of course, I drink, but not more than others, and on the eve I did not drink alcohol at all. I didn't have any neighbors of that age either. You could blame everything on fatigue or sunstroke, but my memory seemed to have photographed this girl. I remember her face especially well, but something was wrong with her, and what exactly I did not remember then. I interviewed all the neighbors, but no one saw a teenage girl with black hair.
I already forgot about that incident. Five years later, I decided to clean up the attic of my summer cottage. Since I bought the house where an elderly couple once lived and died, I have never tidied up upstairs. In the attic, in addition to ancient rubbish and all kinds of junk, there were also old, Soviet-era newspapers. Picking up another bundle of old newspapers, my gaze stuck into one photo - it was the same girl I saw while watering the garden. As I said, my memory is like taking a picture of her. It was the local district newspaper for 1974. Under the photo it was written that on June 15, 1974, Nadezhda K., born in 1959, left home and did not return. And then I remembered what was wrong with the girl I saw five years ago in my garden - clothes, modern girls don't dress like that!
And also, a kilometer from the village, there is one place, which the locals called "Devil's Yar", no one dares to go there, their children are not allowed there by their parents. Local residents say that there is a prodigal place and, allegedly, many who found themselves in that ravine did not return from it. Perhaps this Nadya happened to be in that place by accident or for the sake of curiosity, and when she returned, it was already a new century in the yard.
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