This fantastic story happened to my father. In the summer we usually go to the country house, to the village. That weekend, my mother and I did not go to the dacha, so my father (who had already lived there for a week) decided to visit relatives who live near us.
It was already about eleven when Dad was getting ready to go home. It's dark outside, but luckily there is a big lantern hanging near our house, which always helps to find the way. It was quiet, my father walked slowly, from time to time glancing at his luminous landmark. But suddenly something happened: the air around him seemed to swirl, and it became light. Dad looked around and could not believe his eyes: he was in a completely unfamiliar place! And on top of that, it was day, not night!
Looking around, dad saw that he was in some big village. Old people were sitting on the heaps of houses, children were making noise, young people were walking. But he was especially impressed by the houses - very large, solid, similar to those that are being built in Siberia. At the same time, one detail was striking - the roofs of these houses were absurdly large, and there were either no windows at all, or they were very small.
People in that village looked friendly, happy, and often smiled at each other. Running up to one or to another passer-by, dad tried to talk to them, but no one saw or heard him! People passed as if by an empty space. It was already beginning to look like a nightmare … But then again something happened to the air, and dad found himself in complete darkness knee-deep in a swamp. This swamp, I must say, is far beyond our village, in the forest, and is notorious - it is bypassed even in the daytime. Local mushroom pickers in that direction also do not hunt, they are afraid of something.
Shocked by everything that had happened, dad ran, without choosing a path, straight through the swamp. When he got home and glanced at his watch, he was stunned: it showed two in the morning! And walking from relatives to our house is at most 10 minutes. My father disappeared somewhere for more than three hours! He was soaked to the skin, he was up to his ears in mud, mud, his legs ached - it's not easy to jump on bog bumps like that.
Later, after carefully asking the locals, he learned that many people from our village had already come to "that" village, and their descriptions of the landscape and buildings converged to the smallest detail! Everyone was amazed at the absurdly huge roofs of houses in "that" village. After a visit “there,” all these involuntary visitors ended up in that same ill-fated swamp. I wonder where all these people have visited, including my dad?