Places where tragic and terrible events once took place have a special energy. People who feel a subtle plan feel uncomfortable in such locations. The dark force of unhappiness manifests itself in different ways: someone has a headache, someone sees real pictures of the event. Most ordinary people are skeptical about the stories of clairvoyants and parapsychologists. But this happens until a person himself encounters a similar phenomenon.
I can rightfully classify myself as a sensitive person. Insights happen often enough, but I try not to attach importance to this. If you constantly see the "second plan", you can move your head. Therefore, I try to turn off the ability to “see” whenever possible. There is no need to feel the presence of someone else's evil energy everywhere and everywhere. If asked specifically - I look, but nothing more.
Once my husband and I, avid fans of spending the night in the forest with a tent, took a long time to choose a place to set up a camp.
We liked the glade. Well, the lawn is like a lawn - surrounded on three sides by a forest, as if it was specially created for comfortable outdoor recreation. Convenient access, quiet location. And, most importantly, all the amenities for camping. Apparently, hunters used to gather here at one time: under the powerful pines a well-built table and benches, between two birches there are logs for the tent.
While my husband was laying out the tent, I went to look around. In the depths of the clearing, under the trees, I saw a hand-made tablet. These are usually placed on the roads, in places where a fatal accident happened. Having become interested, I come closer. On the plate the inscription: "Here on the hunt died tragically …", then it was illegible.
I must say right away that the meadow did not cause any negative emotions in me. While I was standing near the commemorative plaque, there were no "signs": no goosebumps, no chill in the back of the head. Absolutely nothing. On reflection, I decided that it’s okay if we do stop at this place. This is not a cemetery, after all, but the fact that someone was accidentally shot here while hunting about ten years ago, it was a long time ago.
I told my husband about the neighborhood just in case, but he is a man of a materialistic mindset. He does not believe in bioenergetics, he considers all psychics to be charlatans.
It gets dark early in August. There is absolutely nothing to do in the forest. We sat around the fire for a while, and also sipped a little alcohol. I emphasize - a little. Just enough to make me sleepy.
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But as soon as we settled in the tent, buttoned the sleeping bag and extinguished the lamp, the dream passed immediately. Moreover, one more desire was added to the feeling of cheerfulness. Well, you get the idea. I had to get out. The dog looked sideways with displeasure at the restless owner and did not express a desire to accompany her to the street. She lazily waved her tail, crawled onto my sleeping bag, yawned sweetly and pointedly closed her eyes.
The night was the most ordinary, August: the stars on the blue velvet seemed like LED lanterns mounted in the firmament. The silence pressed on my ears, there was not even a wind.
The dream finally passed, I did my business, but did not rush to the tent. She threw back her head and began to look at the sky. The Milky Way is just a stone's throw away, there she is, Big Dipper, and there the star flew. I followed the flight of the meteor and shuddered. A few steps away was a man with his back to me. To say that I was scared is to say nothing. Imagine that even on a white day, the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar figure in a quiet forest causes a nervous chill, then what to speak of a dark night. Of course, the tent is nearby, there is a husband and a dog in it, but I didn't even make a sigh of surprise.
The man at first stood motionless, then slowly began to turn. He seemed to be looking around. I saw a gun in his hands. Hunter? In the night? Although, what a night, well, twelve hours, at most. Not so late, if we take it by city standards, but we are not in the city, we are in the forest. And who to hunt in such darkness? No, the moon, of course, shines, but still the time is out of place. Suddenly I was scared, and what if he now turns around, sees me, decides to kill.
Stop, but where did he come from at all - this is the voice of reason trying to soberly assess the situation. In the silence, footsteps and rustles were not heard, and in the field of vision he appeared suddenly, as if he had drawn from a clot of darkness.
Suddenly, another figure separated from the edge of the forest on the other side of the clearing. She moved as silently as the first. The man did not notice me and the shadow with the gun. I froze. The first hunter turned sharply, as if he had heard only the sound he was guiding, and raised his gun. Everything happened quickly: the second figure, without making a sound, fell into the grass. But even stranger was the fact that there was no shot! Both figures moved and acted silently. It was like a tragic pantomime was playing in front of me, and I was the only spectator in this shadow theater. Judging by the movements, the first person understood what had happened and rushed to his comrade. For some time he silently hovered over the dead man, then threw his gun and rushed into the forest.
I didn’t have the strength to look at the creepy story. I rushed to the tent, my body was chilling.
I lay awake for a long time, trying to understand what had just happened before my eyes. By the morning I realized that, most likely, my inner receiver tuned in to the wave of this place, and it showed me how the events developed that day. Why me, why now? I have no answer to these questions.
When we returned to the village, I asked the old residents about what had happened in the cherished meadow. The neighbors willingly told about the tragic story, adding that the murderer was convicted, considering that it was not an accident, but a deliberate crime.
I did not tell anyone about my visions. Over the years, no one cares about the fact that there really was a mistake, and the first hunter really mistook his friend for a wild animal. Alas, the information I received is already useless for justice, and nothing can be fixed. It's a pity, the person was convicted in vain.
Now you understand why I deliberately "turn off the receiver": knowing the truth does not add optimism to life, and it is offensive to listen to the ridicule of skeptics. Do not envy the clairvoyants, they would give a lot not to be so.