Once we were visiting friends living in the countryside. There is a cemetery next to their house. The day turned out to be fine, sunny, and, admiring the flowering of irises in the owners' yard, I decided to take a photo. Already at home, looking at the picture, I saw something strange. There was a small cloud in the right corner of the picture.
I don’t know what it was, but a friend we went to visit assures us that he and his family and friends often see such clouds. And he believes that it is the souls of dead people who “walk” like that.
A friend told how he got late one evening, returning from work. His path lay past the cemetery. Tired and hungry (I want to note - and sober!), He went home. As he approached the cemetery, he saw a dark male silhouette ahead.
It seemed that the stranger was not walking, but floating above the ground - so smoothly he moved. The friend became creepy, although he is not one of the shy ones. He stopped and did not dare to go further. At that moment, his cell phone rang. A friend talked to his wife, looked up - and the road was empty. There is nobody.
He crossed himself and quickly ran home. There he told his wife everything, but she did not believe him.
And I believe my friend, because in my life there was a similar story associated with cemetery mysticism. Once my daughter and I decided to visit the graves of our relatives. First we went to the graves of grandfather and grandmother. Everything around was thickly overgrown with grass, and I began to weed it out. My daughter first helped me, and then sat down to rest on the bench.
And then out of the corner of my eye I noticed that someone was being buried in a row from us.
A crowd of people, quiet crying. All this happened for about fifteen minutes, then people began to disperse on buses, and soon none of them remained. But then I noticed that a man in a dark jacket was standing and looking around at the fresh grave. For some reason I remembered his face, but did not attach much importance to his behavior. You never know, maybe he decided to stay alone and mourn the deceased.
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When I looked there again, the man was gone. “Probably gone,” I decided, although the man disappeared somehow suddenly.
My daughter and I continued to clean the graves. Then we sat down on a bench to have a snack and remember our relatives. And then my daughter asks me if I saw a strange man at a fresh grave. Is talking:
- It is not clear what he did there. And suddenly disappeared, as if evaporated! What an obsession?
Having looked at each other, my daughter and I decided to look at the fresh grave, packed up our things and moved towards her.
There were many flowers near the grave, wreaths from relatives and friends. There was a photograph of the deceased at the fresh cross. A smiling man in a dark suit looked from the picture. Exactly the one I saw when I cleaned my relatives at the grave!
We felt uneasy, and we, having put cookies and sweets on his grave, quickly left. I don't think it was a hallucination, because my daughter noticed him too. I think we saw the soul of the deceased.
At one time, my grandmother said that the soul of a recently buried person wanders around the cemetery until a new deceased is brought there. I've always thought it was just fiction. So maybe Grandma was right?
Natalia SHISHKINA, Simferopol
