In the south of Russia there is one family who has run a large farm for many years. Neither the name of the settlements nor the family names will be indicated, since, according to the author, no one wants publicity. The farm contains many horses and cows, and the land extends over several hectares. Maria is now 23 years old, she grew up here surrounded by her parents, grandmother and two older brothers.
Cursed lands. Maria tells
It all started when I was twelve years old, that day I was sitting at the table, doing my homework. Suddenly I had the feeling that someone was staring at me, and then it became very cold. I tore my head away from the notebook, turned around and saw that the doll that was sitting on my bed somehow ended up on the floor. She herself could not do it in any way, because she was far from the edge of the bed, and I did not hear her fall.
After that, strange things in the house began to happen more often. Doors at night began to open by themselves, and the light turned on and off. And one night, when I was lying in bed, I heard something whispering directly into my ear in a language I did not understand, I could only distinguish my name. After that incident, our house cat began to bypass my room, and then completely disappeared. Other pets were also afraid of my room. After a while, incomprehensible entities began to haunt me outside the house. Once I went on a horse to look for a lost calf, when I suddenly saw a rider, about forty, in a typical Caucasian costume. When I got closer, he just disappeared into thin air.
Then suddenly everything calmed down and did not show itself in any way until 2015. I turned 20 years old. In my room, strange things began to happen again, and in the field I saw the rider again. The older brother's wife then stated that she could establish contact with local ghosts and one weekend, when my grandmother and parents were away, we gathered in my room and had a seance. I myself was categorically against the whole idea.
As soon as the first question was asked to the blackboard, the room grew colder. "What's your name?" - the question of the essence was asked. In response, the pointer slid to the No side. To the question, "What are you doing here?", This something answered: "You yourself called me."
All this began to frighten me greatly. Many candles were burning in the room, it was dark and eerie. The air seemed to thicken. It is difficult to explain this feeling. To the question: "What is your goal here?", Followed by the answer: "To harm." A moment later, all the candles in the room went out and everyone was terribly frightened. We quickly turned on the lights and decided it was time to end these games.
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From that day on, the paranormal phenomena in the house stopped, but something even more terrible began to happen. I rapidly began to lose weight, every day I felt worse and worse. I was also haunted by nightmares in which there were some kind of creepy monsters like demons. They were chasing me, catching up and doing various terrible things with me and my family. All this grew like a lump. With an increase of 162 centimeters, I weighed 55 kilograms, in a few months I lost up to 38 kilograms. They put me in the hospital more than once, but the doctors just shrugged. And one day, my older brother came to my hospital and said that the farm and the house were sold. He told me something even more terrible, as it turned out in our family, there is a terrible secret.
Until 1944, the Ingush lived on this land. And then the deportation, expulsions and executions began. Among those who led the repression was my great-grandfather. I knew that he was an NKVDist, but I did not know that he personally gave orders to shoot, expel, and desecrate cemeteries and mosques. Moreover, he made sure that the Soviet government allocated him this large and beautiful piece of land on which our farm stood. Thank you for your concern, of course, but at such a price? Now it is clear that I am slowly being killed by ghosts, those people who once lived here. But why me?
Comments by parapsychologists
It sometimes happens that someone from distant relatives "screwed up", and his descendants are responsible for this. This is something like a family curse. And the worst part of all this is that the victims are often the weakest and most vulnerable. Everything written above is a clear confirmation of this.