According to contactees with mysterious nightmarish creatures, it is very useful to keep pets in a village house, in a city apartment. Dogs, cats and rabbits, tamed hamsters and hedgehogs, as a rule, react violently to the visits of intruders from mysterious distant places. Warning: turtles, caged birds and aquarium fish do not react
It is natural for a person to evaluate the phenomena of the surrounding world from the point of view of their usefulness for himself. With this in mind, I will say that the reaction of pets to people who come from nowhere is twofold.
Firstly, quite often animals smell or, perhaps, even see creatures that the human eye is unable to notice. Let's say that a boor and a bully, who is still invisible for you, has already appeared in your house, he wanders through the rooms with an inaudible step, but you still do not notice or hear him. You will see and hear later - just when he, the bastard, wants it. Well, when he starts to mock you, or at least frighten you, scare you … Meanwhile, the pet already senses (sees? Hears?) Him.
And reacts to the alien with fear. A panic reaction of the same, let's say, a dog to an empty space in the house, that is, it is not clear why, is a loud warning signal for you! In this situation, it may very well be that the dog reflects on the unclean force, which, I repeat, has already broken into your house, but has not yet entered into close contact with you personally. So the signal has been given. You are warned in advance by the dog. A sense of psychological preparedness for a meeting with a mysterious visitor will help you survive such a meeting, if it takes place at all, with minimal, I would say, nervous losses. In any case, the meeting will not cause you the strongest mental stress, nervous shock. For you have already tuned in to its likelihood, resigned to the inevitable. Secondly. There are times when pets do not give any warning signals. Apparently, they simply have nothing to react to: the unknown creature does not perform preliminary reconnaissance maneuvers in the house. It dispenses with reconnaissance.
In this case, barely breaking into the house, the creature on the move, without the slightest delay, begins to interact with the person of interest or even several people. Of course, at the same second, the pet, if it is present during contact, responds with a violent reaction. This behavior of a dog or cat is also a very important signal, a bell for you. It shows that the pet smells, sees, hears the alien. And this means one thing: the nightmare in your house is by no means the result of a deviation of your psyche, not a hallucination. Therefore, you are mentally healthy. Let it at least comfort you when a "dwarf with claws" appears in front of you or some invisible person starts to touch the arms and shoulders, leaving bruises on them … If the pet does not react in any way to the passions-muzzles seething around you in the middle of the night,I advise you to see a psychiatrist immediately!
It is possible that your roof has gone. Your "contact" with the unknown is not contact at all, but an ordinary hallucination, that is, a mental disorder. I will illustrate what I have designated as "secondly" above with the example of a wonderful bioindicator - cats.
Nadezhda Parpieva from the Belarusian town of Polotsk, according to her, twice in her life met with mysterious creatures. The first time this happened was when Nadezhda was in the fifth or sixth grade of high school. “It was a moonlit summer night,” she recalls. - I suddenly woke up, I don't know why. She opened her eyes sharply. An old man stood by my bed, bathed in moonlight falling on him from the window. Long gray beard … Very long white hair on his head … Wrinkled face … I don't remember what he was wearing. But I clearly remember something else. He had blind eyes! Each eye was completely covered with a thorn: instead of the pupil and the iris around it, there was a solid white film. The old man stretched out his hand and gently, gently stroked my head. I was pleased. I was not afraid. And suddenly the cat, sleeping on the floor next to the bed,she meowed desperately, flew up from the floor with a candle upward, shying away from the old man, and flew out of the room like a bullet. And the old man with blind eyes melted into thin air.
Many years later. In the summer of 1978, Parpieva, her husband and son, together with two friends of her husband, had a Sabbath, as she put it, in Uzbekistan. At that time, temporary hired work was called a Sabbat in the USSR. When the summer holidays began, groups of shabashniks who earned mere pennies from their main job roamed the country and offered their services to everyone. In general, they made money. In rural areas, they most often built premises for livestock, warehouses, sheds, and also performed any other construction work. A tiny brigade of our shabashniks, led by Nadezhda's husband, consisted of jack of all trades. Having rebuilt another shed, the craftsmen agreed to decorate the meeting room in the building of the board of the Uzbek collective farm named after Lenin. They all spent the night together in a large room located not far from the hall. Nadezhda Parpieva says:- Once I wake up in the middle of the night because someone is bothering me. The moon hangs outside the window, its light falls through the wide-open window. I look, a humanoid creature grabbed my hand, shaggy, hairy from head to toe. It was about a meter tall. For fear, I did not really see his face. I remembered only the most strange eyes - blazing with fire, like two red electric bulbs. The creature reached forward with its second paw and grabbed the wrist of my other hand. And pulled me to the open window. The creature's grip was iron. In the morning, I found bruises on my wrists, similar to rings left there by the paws of a short demon … I screamed in horror and the creature disappeared. Well, it just loomed in front of me, dragged me to the window - and suddenly he was gone! Hope's cry woke up the men sleeping in the same room. Sobbingshe began to tell them what had happened. One of them said in response that he also noticed something strange the other day.
Everyone in the room had already gone to bed; he was the last to lie down in his place. He turned from side to side, making himself comfortable, and saw - a light flickered against the wall under the ceiling, surprisingly similar to the most ordinary flame of the most ordinary candle. However, the candle itself was not under the flame. The light hung in the air, supported by something incomprehensible. Drop-shaped, slightly stretched vertically, it quietly swayed from side to side, as if swayed by a draft pulling from the open window. He hung there, in one place, for about five seconds. And then he disappeared. “And one more incidental observation,” says Nadezhda Parpieva. - When the hairy creature grabbed me in a death grip, I heard a cat's screeching. The cat who lived in the building of the collective farm administration was sleeping, probably somewhere on the floor in the corridor. The door leading from our room to the corridor was opened. I've heard,like a cat, screeching, ran away along the corridor … The next morning our shabashniki told about the events of the previous night to the local guards, the old Uzbeks. And they heard in response: - Here, in the building of the collective farm administration, there used to be a spiritual institution. The Soviet government covered him up. When it was still in operation, women were strictly prohibited from entering it. And Nadezhda is a woman. Shaitan, who has lived in this building since time immemorial, does not like women. He will survive Hope and you along with her from here until you leave the building. On the same day, the Sabbath workers hastily moved to another room. The Soviet government covered him up. When it was still in operation, women were strictly prohibited from entering it. And Nadezhda is a woman. Shaitan, who has lived in this building since time immemorial, does not like women. He will survive Hope and you along with her from here until you leave the building. On the same day, the Sabbath workers hastily moved to another room. The Soviet government covered him up. When it was still in operation, women were strictly prohibited from entering it. And Nadezhda is a woman. Shaitan, who has lived in this building since time immemorial, does not like women. He will survive Hope and you along with her from here until you leave the building. On the same day, the Sabbath workers hastily moved to another room.
Natalya Kalinina from Ashgabat reports: - Quite recently, strange phenomena occurred in our apartment on the ground floor of an old frame-panel building. Around midnight, sounds were heard in the kitchen, as if pot lids were falling on the floor one after the other. When I went into the kitchen, I did not find any mess there. Then - also at night and again in the kitchen - a large matchbox exploded by itself. Only by a miracle did my mother and I manage to avoid the fire. Our cat - again only at night! - lost her temper in those days. She meowed in fright, crawled under the closet or under the bed and did not want to get out until morning.
The story of Anna Gudzenko from the city of Sochi: - When I was eight years old, a guy came to me at night, similar, as in a fairy tale, to a "black-haired". All black. Completely bald head. Huge eyes. Thick lips. Age - about twenty years. He stood silently and looked at me … And I woke up every time because the cat, sleeping on the rug next to my bed, began to meow fearfully. "Arap" stood motionless for two or three minutes, then dissolved in the air … Much time passed. I graduated from high school, got married, moved to another city. In 1989, she was forced to return to her parents for a while - to the house in which she grew up. And literally a week later, about midnight, the "arap" appeared in front of me again. I recognized him instantly. In my opinion, he has not matured at all in the years that have passed since our last meeting. I see - it's worthstaring at me …
Another piece of information is from the city of Mary, Turkmenistan: “For a year now, a feeling of animal fear has been waking me up at night,” Tatyana Filippova said during a personal meeting with me. - I wake up and … I'm completely numb with horror! A large black silhouette stands beside me. I hear a loud whisper: "I want to take your life!" Then the silhouette begins to move away from me as if backwards and dissolves into the wall, sucked into it. On the other side of the wall is my daughter's bedroom, and there is a chair, and a cat always sleeps on the chair … So, every time this terrible silhouette leaves right in front of my eyes into the wall, the cat in the next room wakes up, emits a heart-rending squeal. Awakened by her screeching, my daughter also wakes up. She sees how the cat is thrown off the chair like an arrow and begins, meowing, scampering around the room.
Elena Pavlova from Yekaterinburg, year after year providing all possible assistance to me in collecting contact materials, assured me that an unknown once invaded her personal life. It was after this event that she developed a strong interest in anomalous phenomena. The woman woke up with the feeling that the blanket was being pulled off her. - While still half asleep, - she says, - I kicked back, angrily pulled the blanket back over myself. Finally, I finally woke up. I open my eyes and I can't believe these very eyes. A hefty bulwark with a face of some earthy color is standing by the bed. He will pull the blanket towards him, or he will grab my left hand for a moment. It would pull, then grab … By the way, the bruises from his grip kept on the wrist for about two weeks. Elena got up in horror in bed and, acting purely reflexively,with both hands pushed the "bumpkin" away. According to her tactile sensations, the alien's chest was amazingly soft, as if it consisted of springy foam rubber. The Ambal flew off to the side with unexpected ease and slammed its buttocks into the table in the center of the room.
- And my cat by the name of Dasha, - Elena Pavlova recalls, - meanwhile hissed at the "hulk" like a locomotive, huddled under a chair. Everything in my head was mixed with fear, nausea rose up in my throat, and I passed out. In the morning I got out of bed completely broken and with a severe headache. I don’t know where the "bumpkin" went. In the morning I did not find him in the house.
From a letter by Lyudmila Shpineva, the city of Zeya, Amur Region: “At night I often hear slow shuffling steps in my apartment. I turn on the light, look around - there is no one in the house. Silence … I turn off the light. And "he" starts shuffling again. My beloved cat always sleeps with me, at the foot of the bed. When the invisible man begins to wander around the room, the cat makes a loud hiss, jumps from the bed to the floor, then takes off like an acrobat up the curtain covering the window and hangs from the ceiling on the curtain, continuing to hiss.
A. Priima