Story # 1. Dugout, ghost and Muska
My wife and I loved to be in nature and on weekends we often spent the night in the forest. Our red-haired cat Musya is our permanent companion, has always been with us on campaigns.
The weekend came, and we jumped into the car and drove into the forest. Each time we chose a new location. Having left the car on the forest road, this time we decided to go further. We took our things and wandered into the thicket. Soon they found a path and followed it. We could smell dear organic matter and, as it were, hydrogen sulfide.
We quickly found a cozy meadow. We set up a tent, collected firewood, and began to prepare food. Muska was constantly spinning underfoot and playing with butterflies and flies. We must pay tribute to her: during all the time of our campaigns, she never ran away or disappeared. Soon it got dark and we started getting ready for bed. According to the established tradition, Musya was put on a collar, and the leash from him was tied to a peg driven into the ground near the tent. The leash was always long enough so that the cat could sleep peacefully with us in the tent, and if she wanted to go out when she needed it, she could do it without any problems. So we climbed into the tent, took Muska with us. After talking a little, we fell asleep.
At night we woke up from the fact that someone grunted sharply, and this quacking ended with a barely noticeable crunch. Then we heard someone walking around the tent, rustling with branches. I took the phone, turned on the screen, it was 2:17 am. Shining a screen, I found a knife and, daring, shouted: "Who is here?" The rustling stopped abruptly, as if the one who was walking had suddenly stopped. Then there was a sound like someone was chuckling. And then the completely indescribable began: slowly between the buttons of the closed tent, pushing the tarp apart, an object similar to a cow's horn, thick, with black wool at the base, entered the tent. This was accompanied by the sound: "buude, buude, buude".
The sound or "voice" was very strange, low and loud, and the manner of "pronunciation" was similar to the way deaf people speak. My ears rang with fear. Who or what was it? The horn remained in the tent for just a few seconds, then abruptly disappeared, the sound of receding footsteps was heard, and then everything was quiet. We sat in a tent and did not dare to go out until morning.
As soon as morning came, we went out and saw a cross in front of the tent! It was made of two sticks and rewound with grass and branches and stuck into the ground. Since the phone was still clamped in my hand, I took a photo of it. I was sure that he was not there in the evening! And the most important thing! Musya is gone! The peg, leash and collar remained in place, only the collar was torn. It didn't take us long to realize that it was extremely unsafe to stay here. We called Musya, but we guessed that it was useless: she never ran away, and the torn collar made us understand that it was useless to call and look. Leaving the tent, they rushed back to the car. And without incident we reached the city.
For a long time we did not dare to return there, but it was a pity to leave the tent, and after a while we nevertheless returned. And, oddly enough, for a long time they could not find the place where they stayed then for the night. They strayed until they noticed something strange: a lot of tree trunks were cut either with a knife or with a machete, and some even had drawings. And suddenly in the bushes we noticed some object. Approaching him, we were dumbfounded: a clearing with a dug-out dugout appeared to our eyes, and everything said that they LIVE here. And when we saw the remains of the tarpaulin (possibly from our tent) and our bottle from under the water, we realized that it was useless to look for our things. Suddenly it became very anxious, and we, not daring to stay here for a long time, quickly left. No matter how much we strayed, of course, we never found the tent.
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Returning to the road, we saw another cross! He resembled the one found on that terrible morning, and … near the car … Musya, or rather, her almost decayed corpse. I swear she was not there when we arrived …
A year has already passed, but the depression and some kind of detachment do not leave me. Needless to say, we no longer went to the forest. And a month after this incident, my wife left for another, and I became seriously ill. I can’t write anymore, it’s bad and painful.
Story number 2. Old woman with long arms and heart attack
One evening I accompanied my girlfriend home. Saying goodbye to her, I went to my house. It was late and I decided to take a shortcut through the courtyards. I walk through one of the courtyards and see a guy of about twenty-five. Next to him is a homeless-looking granny, and it is clear that they are swearing seriously - a guy with fists climbs on her. It should be noted that the guy is clearly not poor - he is decently dressed, in his hands a mobile phone. As I understand it, they are arguing because the granny, passing by his car with a cart on wheels, apparently scratched the paint. At first, I even thought to approach them - the old woman felt sorry, but then I decided not to meddle in my own business and quickly began to bypass them. Then I heard the sound of a blow, turned my head and saw the grandmother fall. The guy, then, still moved her … I stopped, wondering what to do in such a situation. But then I see - the grandmother rises herself to her feet. But strangely it rises for a long time. When they fought, she barely reached his chest, and then I looked - she began to rise above him by about two heads. I took a closer look and I see - it is not worth it, but as if it hovers a meter above the ground!
My jaw fell off. I closed my eyes and opened sharply - nothing had changed: the "divine dandelion" still hovered above the ground. I decided to get out of there quickly. Taking a step, I heard a thunderous low voice:
- YOU HAVE RAISED HANDS ON WHOM ?!
I shook my head, hoping to find the source of this voice. But there was not a soul around. I had to admit that the voice belonged to an old woman.”Experiencing a mixture of amazement and horror, I hurriedly began to retreat to the corner of the building to dive behind it. The air around me suddenly became viscous, as if I was dumping in a pool of condensed milk. I could not coordinate the actions of my arms and legs, but I could not fall either. Freezing in an unnatural position, I twisted my neck and looked around.
The guy, who had just seemed so "cool" of himself, the navel of the earth, was lying on the ground and, wriggling like a snake, tried to crawl away from the old woman hanging over him. From the guy's mouth came sounds similar to the meowing of a kitten and the croaking of frogs. And the old woman, stretching out her hands to the guy, simply laughed in a loud bass over the guy's attempts to crawl away. It seemed that she was simply enjoying his helplessness.
Then I noticed that the old woman's arms began to lengthen. The guy probably noticed it too, and squealed like a pig. And the hands kept growing and growing. It seemed to me that she wanted to grab the guy by the throat. Then she sharply turned her head in my direction, and our eyes met. I did not see her eyes as such - instead of them there were black holes.
The last thing I remember is that I, huddled into a ball, moving my knees to my chin, began to cross myself and, not recognizing my voice, began to shout scraps of some prayers. And I also remember the screeching, groans of the guy, that nasty voice shouting something …
In the morning the police found me. They took me to my place, interrogated for a long time, trying to find out what I saw, whether I knew Yuri Nikolaevich. I answered all the questions that I do not remember anything. He said that he was drunk and just fell asleep in the yard, although I did not drink a single gram of alcohol that day. But I could not tell about what happened. And not because I was afraid that they would not believe me and put me in a psychiatric hospital, but because I knew that this old woman saw me and remembered me well.
As a result, I was released. And the cause of the guy's death, as I later learned from my acquaintances in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, was a heart attack.
Story number 3. Bad mountain Yamantau
Many legends are associated with the Yamantau mountain (bad mountain), which is located in the Beloretsk region, in Mizhgirya.
Now we are not going to talk about rumors that secret underground bunkers and nuclear laboratories are located under the mountain. We will tell you about the incidents that happened to the locals on this mountain.
- I was little and as far as I can remember, my parents always told us not to go to this mountain. She was considered dangerous. On the mountain many times the bodies of animals wandered there were found. With a shudder I remember how our cow wandered in there and died. At the same time, no one could understand from what. The same thing happened with people. They either died or were lost. And it is still so - people do not go to this mountain, they are afraid, only visiting tourists, - says a resident of the Beloretsk region.
Some explanation for this can be found in the local historian S. A. Emelyanov. He collected stories from local residents and learned that the mountain hides the Timashevsky treasure. This treasure was hidden by Timashev's manager - Zilke Heinrich Avgustovich, or as everyone here calls him - Button.
Tsilke, before the start of the revolution, took all the lordly goods to Mount Yamantau. And when a historical event happened, he himself disappeared. And people began to say that he was in the intermediate world, in the world of ghosts and ghosts, and still keeps the keys to Timashev's secret cellars.
To preserve the lordly goodness, Button called on the dark forces for help. This is why people become disoriented on the mountain. They walk kilometer after kilometer, and suddenly find themselves wandering in the same patch.
Old people say that there is only one way to go down the mountain - by putting on all your clothes inside out.
Story number 4. Teleportation of a woman to Podymalovo
A number of British publications and many bloggers in Foggy Albion throughout October are actively discussing a video posted on social networks, filmed on a video recorder on the road near the village of Podymalovo in Bashkiria. In the video, a woman appears in the frame on the roadway. A huge wagon brilliantly bends around it, and after such an emergency, everyone remains alive and well. But are they ALIVE?
The commentators of the video suggest one of two things: that this is a montage or that the woman is a ghost. But British journalists went further and began to assert, using this story as an example, that teleportation had been introduced in Russia.
The British tabloid Daily Mail wrote in its article: "Teleportation or lucky pedestrian?" And the Daily Star, even more so in a peremptory tone, stated that "Russian scientists were able to teleport a pedestrian onto a busy road." This article also mentions the Russian government program "National Technology Initiative", under which quantum teleportation is planned to be introduced by 2035. Western journalists considered the episode on the road to be one of the experiments within the framework of this program.
Story number 5. Leshy Yurich
Long time ago, in front of the army, I was instructing. What is the most popular in Bashkiria? Rafting on rivers. So we rafted along Inzer. We will reach 71 km and have a day. The next day, beyond the pass, to the distant Lemeza, to look at the Atysh waterfall. Along the path. And the place in the interfluve, as elsewhere in the Southern Urals, is wilderness. Except for hunters, no one walks. Of the attractions above, only the Witch's Glade. The place is like a bald patch among the trees. Not a blade of grass grows there, and there are no mosquitoes. And unfortunately the paths on this bald patch diverge to the sides. One goes from river to river, goes through the pass, and the other goes to the side and goes along the plateau into wild urmans! On the way back, my kids galloped ahead and dashed off along the "wrong" path. They came to the camp - for sure, there are no children. And mothers have such an expression that as soon as they took a sip of compote, they immediately jumped back up the mountain. Let it be better to take the shurale into the swamp than to look at mommies. Fearfully!!!
Five minutes have not passed, and already I rush back upstairs. He left the peasants who were with us at a fork in the road, and rode along that path into the forest. It's cloudy, but it's already late at night. It's a bit dark. Along the path, hemp smokes ashes. Like a campfire left. The thunderstorm has passed, and it is clear that it is powerful. The places are very wild. Navigate by moss, so it grows from all sides. Only sometimes the Inzer valley flickers in the distance with a hint. He jumped out of the bushes into a huge clearing. Mountains in waves in different directions. The wind howls in a chimney. There I am, in the area of the old metallurgical plant. And my guys are nowhere to be found. I tried to scream, but what can you give out in a hoarse voice?
I rushed about in the clearing, chu - the cart track was marked in the thicket. I walked along it, and it leads down. Especially does not twist. There is nothing to do, I went, I have to find the children. And it is getting dark in the meantime. After some time I jumped out into another clearing. And here it is not at all clear where he ended up. Behind the glade forest, and huge rocks stick out from behind the forest. Then I panicked. There is no lantern, it's not clear where I am at dusk. It's not like looking for children, finding yourself! As they taught at school, you need to climb higher and look around. Climbed into the thick of the forest to break through to the rocks. And … suddenly jumped out onto the river bank. In the twilight, peace and tranquility hung over the water. And to my joy - there was a small tent on the shore. After I hissed: "Is there anyone alive?!" A little man got out from there. Moreover, his face was very familiar.
- Oh cool! he exclaimed.
- Where are you from here?
- Yes, here I came, I decided to admire the river
- And I'm looking for lost children
- Yes I know.
- Come out here?
- Not here. We went the other way.
In the park there was somehow no leisure to think how he knew everything. But a certain question was clearly in the air.
- Listen, where are we?
- On Lemeza, in Lemeza-yurt. Do you see the rocks? There was a village here, people lived. And you need to go over there, to the Zavodskoy Pass,”he waved at a barely noticeable stitch that was lost in the thickets of lush nettles. Yours went there, from the mountain, there you will find.
- And what time is it?
- Twelfth hour. You will still have time to run before dark.
- Thank!
- Come on! - he said goodbye, and I ran.
Somewhere already under the pass I discerned the sound of a distant train. Then, in the dark, I jumped out to the place of the old factory. On the bank of the Inzer, fishermen were sitting by the fire, and they confirmed, they say, yes, your children came out of the forest. We sent them to the other side and showed the way home. The mountain fell off my shoulders right there and I, having sipped tea, climbed in the light of kind lanterns to wander swollen from the rains Inzer. Later, dear, through the flashlights of the fireflies, I realized with whom I had communicated recently. It was the leader of a group that was going parallel with us, Yurich. But I met him when I ran back from the camp to catch the children. It became uncomfortable. In the ringing silence of the July night, I suddenly realized that now there, on the banks of the Lemeza, neither tent nor Yuryich. And there never was. There is only a silent forest and a sleepy river and someone else. But who ???
Yurich really did not go to any Lemeza and calmly slept that night in the camp. He didn’t say anything. But a couple of years later, I heard something similar from Tver, in the army. This leshak helped you get out of the forest. This also happens with us. Someone will go to the taiga for blueberries. Get lost, and some old man or grandmother will meet him and show him the way. Goblin …
Since then, I began to believe in the Boss and as I come to the forest, I try to pour a glass for him, treat him to. To kindly let him in and release him back. I met with him later, only about that next time.
Story number 6. Three of us to the other world
My brother Ramil had two closest friends with whom he spent almost all of his time: he went to nature, fishing, resting, friends celebrated holidays together. Unfortunately, all three were gone one by one. And this was preceded by one very mysterious event.
All three went fishing to a local lake, which was about ten kilometers from the city. They had a special blank place there. Pike and crucian carp were well caught there.
As always, we took with us a snack, alcohol, a pot to cook potatoes on the fire. With such joy they were going there, they ran straight at a run. To know how everything will turn out.
The next day the friends did not return, and the next day we went to look for them. Found in the same place. The guys were unrecognizable. The state is depressed, all three complained of severe pain throughout the body. They say that at night some creature with horns knocked down their tent and several times lifted everyone on their horns. There were indeed wounds on the body.
- Why didn't you leave right away? - I ask them.
- Could not. A heavy fog descended - so much so that you could not see anything. In the morning the fog became less, but the car did not start, we were busy all day, but did not start. We climbed into a boat at night and swam on the lake. And the horned one came again, ran along the shore and shouted in a wild voice.
At first, we thought that the guys just drank, but almost all the alcohol remained intact. So we took them home. Friends agreed not to tell anyone about this, because people will laugh.
During the same year, all three died: one drowned, another was beaten in a fight, the third fell from the roof while working. I think that this devil was death itself.
We continue to publish mystical stories that happened to the inhabitants of Bashkiria. This time, the described events are dedicated to specific places, which often strike chilling horror on local residents and are passed on by word of mouth.
Story # 7. Ghost in the night
Once my husband and I were driving from the guests after midnight. At the crossroads near one village, it was as if someone crossed the road. It was a huge creature under 2 meters in height, the silhouette was completely white, the creature itself looked like a man. And, most importantly, I did not touch the ground. He seemed to float. I close my eyes, I think it seems. I opened it - no, it's still there. And then he descends from the road and melts into the darkness of the night.
My husband nervously grabbed the steering wheel and gas. When we just arrived home, we were able to speak. It turns out that he also saw and was frightened, although he was still a skeptic.
They began to search the Internet for at least some information about this. Found similar stories. It turned out that these are "minotaurs" - ghosts with a human body and an animal head. Sometimes there are no faces at all. Fortunately, we did not have time to make out the faces of our ghost.
They say whoever sees the minotaur can get very sick. And, indeed, my husband did not leave the hospital that year - something happened to him. We have already become afraid of whether it will survive. And we didn't go on that road anymore. A year later, a misfortune happened to a friend of our family at this place - at night he flew off the road and died. After that, my husband began to recover. The ghost seems to have chosen a different victim.
Story number 8. Blanket ran away and notebooks without looking back
I prepared for the history lesson by writing a summary on sheets of 8, and put it on the table. When I woke up in the morning, I did not find it on the table, I asked my mother: "Have you seen my history notebook?" to which she replied: "No, you know, I don't go into your room." Returning from school, I saw a notebook on the table, where it was not in the morning (despite the fact that my mother never comes home for a break).
The next night, for no reason at all, I opened my eyes and saw notebooks flying from my desk to the floor. I thought I had a dream, but in the morning all the notebooks lay on the floor. A couple of weeks later, my friends and I watched a movie at my place. And in my hallway there is a sand punching bag, and so, my friend, Stas, saw the punching bag swaying from side to side. He told us, we looked up, she swayed twice more and stopped abruptly.
A couple of months later, I woke up at night from the fact that I was cold, I started looking for a blanket with my hands, while I had not yet opened my eyes. When I realized that the blanket was not nearby, I opened my eyes and saw that it was hanging in the air and fell sharply on me. You can say that I dreamed it, and I thought so myself, but you can't deceive your eyes, I saw it all and understood it perfectly. I'm afraid now to sleep in the dark, I fall asleep only when the light is on.
Story number 9. Take care on the road
My brother lives in Birsk. Summer cottage on the lake in the Birsk region. Often, at the same site, everyone sees a girl voting on the road. And not only my brother, but also other drivers. Even on this occasion there were accidents. Like they thought that the person was standing, and flew into the ditch.
He also had a case … In the car he, his wife, two children 3 and 8 years old and suddenly they fly off the road. Five minutes of numbness, then everyone looks safe and sound, got out of the car, brother to his wife: There were children there! On road!!! And the most interesting thing is that she saw them too.
And then, on the hood, they noticed dents, as if someone was braking the car, helping to stop so that no one would die by falling into a ditch. After a while, they learned that there was an accident at that place and one adult man and his three children died. More accurate with mysticism. She's nearby.
Story number 10. Mermaids from Lake Vorozheich
During my vacation, my husband and I decided to visit Arkaim and, along the way, visit the famous Uchaly Stonehenge. Let's go in our car. During our stay there we were told about the Karagaikul lake, which is also called Vorozheich, mermaids allegedly live in it. My husband got the idea to visit this mysterious place. But I began to dissuade him, because we had to hurry to Ufa, there were waiting for business, and with some sixth sense I sensed something was wrong. Nevertheless, I succumbed to his persistence, and we drove to this lake.
When we arrived, I did not regret that I got there. The beautiful pond was especially beautiful at sunset, when the sun is reflected in the water surface and graceful white lilies float on it. The setting was indeed conducive to mermaids.
The owner of the house where we stopped to spend the night invited us for a night fishing trip. We agreed because we thought that it would not be so scary with a local resident, because he knows everything around him.
As a result, we had a good time in nature, the men went fishing in the evening, we cooked fish soup, my husband and a companion drank a bottle of vodka, told many stories, anecdotes, sat around the fire until late.
Our new friend also told us about mermaids. Allegedly, there were cases when visiting fishermen disappeared, some returned after a few days and said that they did not remember anything. But there are those who disappeared completely, without a trace. Apparently, they went to the call of the mermaids and were captured by them forever.
According to him, mermaids are drowned girls who committed suicide. We threw ourselves into this lake because of unhappy love. And in this lake, the dead at the bottom are supposedly groaning at night. They suffer because many years ago greedy people destroyed the cemetery when they were looking for a gold mine and scattered the bones of the dead.
I listened and felt a chill of fear appear somewhere inside. But gradually I overcame my sleep, and I crawled away to sleep in the tent.
In the morning our companion woke me up and told me that my husband had disappeared somewhere. I got scared and began to run along the shore and shout at him. This went on for about two hours. The phone did not catch well there, so we could not even call someone for help. We decided to go to the village to call the police from there and organize a search for my husband. All the time I remembered the legend about mermaids who kidnap other people's husbands.
We got to the village and called the police. They waited for the district police officer for about an hour, then he negotiated with the chairman of the village council to help gather people in search of her husband. And then he appeared himself. He was all wet. He said that he did not remember very well what had happened.
First he was fishing. But then I dozed off and lay down on the warm stone on which I sat. But then the husband said that he allegedly heard very beautiful singing through a dream. He raised his head and saw a transparent silhouette above the water.
Looking closely, he saw as if a half-naked girl with long white hair, who hummed a beautiful lingering song, collected water lilies and weaved a wreath from them.
The husband was afraid to move so that she would not notice him. So he sat until morning, watching an amazing picture. And in the morning, when dawn broke and the girl swam away somewhere deep in the lake, her husband fell asleep.
Then he woke up and went to the place where we were staying, but got lost. And all this time, while he was walking through the forest, it seemed to him that he heard a quiet female laugh. Once he went to this sound and fell into the water. Then he barely left the forest onto the road and reached the village.
The villagers said that her husband was very lucky, because the mermaid just played a little with him, and she could take it with her for a long time or even forever.
When we got home and talked about what had happened, our friends started laughing at us. But now I don't even know if I really believe in mermaids. I believe in my husband. Does this mean that mermaids also exist? …
PS Spelling and stylistics of the authors are mostly preserved.
