Have you noticed that most of the oddities happen to us not in the city, but outside of it? It's hard to say why this is happening. Maybe the reason is that there is no place for mysticism in the city. Ghosts and otherworldly entities cannot withstand the tense rhythm and quietly migrate to where it is quieter.
Of course, there are urban legends about "bad apartments" or even entire houses and neighborhoods. But, mind you, there are many more stories that an incomprehensible story happened to someone outside the city. Deserted tracks, abandoned villages, mysterious natural boundaries, forest or field haze. It is difficult to get lost in the city: there are too many people, and no one has canceled the interference from the powerful electromagnetic field that envelops the megalopolises.
And villages, country roads, ravines and natural boundaries, like a magnet, attract mysticism.
As a child, I was very fond of the summer time that comes after sunset: a small edge of the sun is still slightly visible above the horizon, but the earth is already sinking into slumber. It is not yet dark, but soon the night will come, fog comes from the field and strange things begin to happen in the world.
The strangest thing about this silence of the night is the sounds. Have you ever been called out by your name in an open field or in a forest? Me - yes. This name sound comes from nowhere. And it's hard to tell if it's a male or a female voice. How many times in my childhood have I heard the hail, but I never made it out. And you can't call him sexless either. So, probably, the Spirits say, if they knew how to pronounce sounds. The villagers believe that it is so - the spirits of the forest, fields and water are trying to lure a person into their nets. They say that in no case should you answer the call: not with a word, not with a turn of your head. And so you want to succumb to the temptation, what will happen if you do this.
By the way, the older we get, the less often unknown entities call us to them. What is the reason for this? Most likely, with age, we lose the unique abilities that nature has endowed us with. We cease to see things invisible to the eye, the inner hearing dulls. The more civilized and educated a person is, the less mystical experience she has, say those who deal with various disorders of consciousness. The finer and more nervous the nature, the more likely it is to get such experiences. I'm not talking now about the classic "voices in the head" that drive people crazy. In fact, it is difficult to draw a broad and bold line between norm and pathology. Where harmless childhood fantasies and memories end, and madness begins, no one knows about it. Even psychiatrists themselves admit that the concept of "norm" is very vague and vague.
I'm not afraid to sound crazy, so I tell you: now I am deliberately looking for these voices. In the first hours after sunset, I often go out in the village outside the outskirts. I let the dog go free to graze and listen to the silence. And here's what is interesting: most often the dog does not run far, but calmly trudges at his feet, constantly looking around and peering into the void.
A skeptic will say with a grin that a natural-born hunter simply tracks down a gaping prey in the twilight, waiting for a sandpiper or a fat partridge to fly out from under his feet. But no, I wouldn't say that. In the twilight, my dog turns from a kind inquisitive fairy into a terrible Cerberus. She does not step away from me a single step. The fur on the back of the neck puffs up, growls distinctly and exposes powerful fangs. What scares an animal in a peaceful evening landscape? Ducks lurking in the reeds? I doubt it. During the day, in the same place, the dog behaves completely differently: then it chases ducks and other bird trifles with great pleasure. By the behavior of the dog, I always clearly know when we are alone in the field, and when not. If the animal behaves calmly, it means that no one is watching us at the moment. If "stands up for protection", then invisible and unknown entities wander somewhere nearby.
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Once they called her by name. And with MY voice! I can swear that at that moment I was silent and did not say a word. The dog suddenly became alert, glanced in my direction and abruptly, without warning, rushed into the fog. My breath caught in my throat, the fear was so great that the dog would run away and be lost, despite his keen sense of smell. In the silence, I distinctly heard the phone number tag ringing on the collar, and the sound farther and farther from me. Breaking my voice, I called the dog, in response something like a malevolent laugh sounded. In horror, without making out the road, I rushed after the dog, focusing on the receding sound of a token and the clatter of paws.
Something told me that the animal must be returned. Who knows where the field spirits invite my beloved dog. I don't know what played a role, whether my frightened screams, or the prudence of the dog. A few minutes later, which seemed to me like hours, she returned with a discouraged and guilty look. I quickly fastened the leash and turned towards the houses. For some reason I suddenly got sick of taking a walk. A strange, quiet laugh came very close. The dog tensed, peering into the fog, then looked at me and calmed down. I stroked the velvet ears and gave the four-legged guard a crouton. We walked in complete silence for several minutes. Then, behind me, someone insinuatingly called my name. We accelerated. Something persistently urged me to turn around or stop. The dog ran up: it growled and resisted, trying to look at the onewho is following us. I didn't want that at all. Without looking at my feet, stumbling and almost falling, I ran, dragging a stubborn 35 kilograms of stubbornness behind me. I managed to breathe a sigh of relief only near the village. As soon as we reached the first sheds on the outskirts, the invisible joker fell silent.
A few minutes at a brisk pace, and here it is - civilization. The sound of a chainsaw, a motorcycle rumbled past on the concrete, a lively skirmish was heard near the store.
What it was, I still don't know. Who tried to take the dog away and laughed in the dark, seeing my fright. But one thing became clear to me - it is really impossible to react and respond to these strange sounds, and we were lucky that everything ended so well!