I want to tell you about visions that happened several times in my life. One of them happened when our son was two years old. We live in a village in the Chelyabinsk region.
It was winter. I woke up because my legs were cold. The room was bright, and the moon was shining brightly through the window. I see a man standing and holding the edge of my blanket with two fingers of his right hand, the other three fingers were protruding upward. At the same time, he smiled playfully and looked at me, as if waiting for how I would react.
I had never seen this man before. I still don't know who it was. He was short, plump, in a dark hat, in a gray autumn coat with specks, black trousers with ironed arrows, black shoes.
Then the man opened his fingers, smiling, and the blanket fell on my feet. Turning his back to me, he slowly left the bedroom into the hall through the closed interior door. He went further and further, through the corrugated glass I saw only a receding silhouette.
I still don't know what it was. My husband did not believe my story.
A few months later, literally at the same place, I saw a teenage girl. She stood sideways to me, facing the wall behind which the neighbors lived. She wore a white short-sleeved blouse and a large-check pleated skirt above the knee. Long blond hair is gathered in a ponytail at the top of the head. Hands down at the seams.
Without turning to me, she stepped through the wall to the neighbors. It seemed to me that in both cases the vision lasted about one or two minutes.
And another similar phenomenon happened to me immediately after marriage. I was 20 years old. My husband is three years older than me. We lived for some time in our mother-in-law's house. One day I woke up from a gaze. A tall man in striped pajamas stood by the bed and looked at me. As if he was studying me with his blue eyes.
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I got scared and hid under the covers. When I looked out again, he continued to stand beside her. I decided to wake up my husband, he was sleeping against the wall. But when I pushed him, there was no one near the bed.
In the morning she told about her vision of her mother-in-law, described this man. The mother-in-law showed me a photo of her husband, who died when her son (my husband) was in the tenth grade. This was the same person. Here's a story.
Faharnisa Tadipovna DAISTER, s. Oktyabrskoe, Chelyabinsk region
Magazine "Non-fictional stories" №23