The Visit Of The Deceased Daughter - Alternative View

The Visit Of The Deceased Daughter - Alternative View
The Visit Of The Deceased Daughter - Alternative View

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This story was told by L. Terziyan, a resident of Anapa. In 1963 she got married and soon had a daughter, Karina. On April 28, 1990, at the age of 26, Karina died after a serious illness - she had malignant lymphoma.

Further, the story is told on behalf of L. Terziyan herself:

“And now exactly one year and one month has passed since the funeral. I am sitting at work at the office table in the control room of the Anapa motorcade number 1489 and typing on a typewriter.

Suddenly in front of me, right next to the table at which I was sitting, my late daughter Karina appeared. Neither the door opened, nor footsteps were heard … Karina appeared as if she had grown out of the ground there.

I will not say that I was scared. Rather, she was very surprised. I looked at her and saw: she was holding in her hand a white sheet of standard typewritten paper, folded in four. Maybe this is not Karina at all, I thought at that moment, but some woman who is insanely similar to her?

“Listen,” I say, turning to her, “how amazingly you look like my deceased daughter. Excuse me, but let me kiss you.

Until I uttered these words, Karina or a woman incredibly similar to her looked at me with sad eyes. But as soon as I said I wanted to kiss her, she smiled. And she clung to me with her whole body. I hugged her tightly and kissed her first on her left cheek, then on her right.

And then my heart ached - it could not be wrong. I kissed my own dead daughter!

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I tell her:

- How do you look like yourself alive!

Then I open the office desk drawer, take out a colored portrait of the deceased and show it to Karina:

- Look, daughter. See for yourself. The similarities are striking.

She looked very closely at the portrait. And he says:

- What happened to her?

So, you know, and asked, and said - "with her."

Apparently, there is a ghost in front of me, an exact copy of the deceased daughter, and asks about herself in the third person.

I was confused, confused, began to tell how and why Karina died. After listening to my confused story, Karina's double, referring to me for some reason as "you", said:

- Do not worry. Take it easy.

And melted into thin air.

I told my colleagues about the incident. And they say: it seemed to you.

How, I think, it seemed if I clearly felt the warm body of my daughter when I hugged and kissed her? I held her by the waist, hugging her to me, and to the touch it was a warm and quite, so to speak, material body … Sorry, but I'm telling the true truth."