In the summer of 1974, in Washington, a certain Martin J. left his office on the street and began to look for his own car with his eyes. For some reason, she was not in her usual place, but on the sidelines.
Something confused Martin in her appearance, but he wanted to go home, and he opened the door with the key. But the same key that opened the door could not get into the ignition and start the car.
Deciding to report to the police (there is an attempt to steal, which led to the fact that the car broke down), Martin returned to the building. But the building also embarrassed him: the interior decoration had changed, it was now impossible to call from the lobby, as he had done before.
It remained to go up to the floor and call from the office, but … his office was not on this floor! Crazy Martin wandered into the street and then, fortunately, noticed the car in its usual place. Everything returned to its place. It remains to add that now the car started immediately.
The deceased husband never died
In 1978, a pregnant woman named Brigitte X came to a Swiss psychiatric clinic. She was horrified to tell the tragic story of her life, how her husband died in a car accident, how she prepared his funeral, already pregnant, how she buried him, how she prayed God help her.
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The worst thing turned out to be that God, it seems, helped her: once, having come home, she found her living husband sitting on a chair at home! But my husband could not explain clearly how he "came to life". Moreover, he was extremely surprised at the story of his funeral. But he said that he recently had a minor accident with a car - without human casualties.
Neighbors, relatives, the police - all took the side of her husband, all as one claimed that he "never died", that she dreamed all this. Brigitte was forced to go to the cemetery, but her husband's grave was really not there!
But why did the site of the cemetery seem familiar to her ?! Relatives, wishing to save Brigitte before childbirth from a nervous breakdown, sent her "to heal the brains." However, the psychiatric clinic stated that Brigitte simply did not have any mental changes. According to the doctors, the patient is healthy, and what she saw there is not their concern.
Variable world
1996, Rostov-on-Don. Case with E. Khazaryan. Let's give her the floor:
“A strange incident happened to me recently. In the evening, the son left without saying where. I was watching TV. The apartment was dark. Suddenly I heard - the key in the lock turns. I think the son forgot something and returned. Now he will lift me up and make me serve some trifle.
But nobody entered. I got scared: the key in the lock turns distinctly. Out of fright, I abruptly open the door to the hallway … and my son is standing in front of me. Only as if slightly in a fog. This vision lasted a split second. Then it began to fade and disappeared completely.
I was petrified with horror and thought I was losing my mind. When my son returned, I told him about the vision. And he told me: "But I really forgot something and even went to the entrance, wanted to get up, but changed my mind." It turns out that I saw the materialized intention of my son to return for a forgotten thing. Is there any other way to explain this case?
Phenomena of this kind have happened to me before. Once at work, in broad daylight, she suddenly saw her mother lying on the floor in the hallway. I run home (I work nearby) - my mother is really lying in the hallway, she had a stroke. How could this information come to me? What channels?"
The magazine I bought remains in another world
In 2000, a letter came to the Trud newspaper:
“Once my younger sister went for a walk, but did not take the keys with her, because my mother said that she would be at home all day. Then she returns with her friend two hours later, knocks on the door. Nobody opens it. She knocked many more times, rang the bell, then rattled with her friend, in general, she got tired of standing at the door, and they went for a walk.
An hour later, they returned - my mother was at home, did not go anywhere, did not sleep. And I didn't hear anything. Neither the TV nor the tape recorder was on. Jokingly, they decided that she was in another dimension, and there was no one at home at that time.
The most interesting thing is that it was repeated later with me. Only it was more interesting. I came home, opened the doors with the keys (no one was at home), threw the magazine I bought on the way home, had lunch and ran to class.
When I returned in the evening, I began looking for that magazine and, not finding it, asked my mother and sister. Nobody saw him, and, as it turned out, they were at home all day and worried that I did not come for lunch. These are the journeys to parallel worlds."
