Man is the only creature on Earth who wants to be scared. Scientists have found that people tell horror stories and make horror films in order to get emotional relaxation: with the help of invented fears, to cope with the anxieties that gnaw at them in real life. But what if a story that sounds like a children's horror movie actually happened to a person?
One day I got home from work and found that the TV was working. Everything seems to be fine, I thought I forgot to turn it off, and did not pay attention to it. I didn’t turn it off and started making dinner. I ate, sat on the Internet and went to the side. I decided to unplug the TV set, but it turned out that the plug was not stuck in there. The TV worked without electricity. I couldn't turn it off with the remote control either, and when the lights went out and the TV set continued to work, my nerves gave way. I went to spend the night with my parents
It's creepy - when at night in the dark you see a silhouette against the background of a window, you calm yourself that it is a chair, and fall asleep … And in the morning it turns out that nothing was standing there
In adolescence, in the summer he worked as a watchman at the cemetery: he dug holes, cleaned up garbage, lived there in a shed. Once, walking around the territory at night, I heard children's laughter, voices, went to the sound and saw two little girls in the distance - walking along the path, holding hands. I decided to catch up with them, ran after them, but they suddenly disappeared somewhere. In the morning he told the former watchman everything, to which the grandfather said that these were two sisters buried at the end of the cemetery, he also saw them more than once … He said: "They are kind, you don't need to be afraid of them."
One of my acquaintances was told that when you come home, you should definitely greet the brownie. She lives alone. For about a week she walked, greeted, until one day a child's voice out of nowhere answered: "Hello!"
At 2 years old, my daughter often cried for no reason. She answered all the questions: "Killill scares." We have no acquaintances Kirillov, after a while everything stopped. And recently, after 5 years, my daughter asked: "Do you remember when Uncle Kirill came to us and shouted at me?" I'm shocked. I ask why I shouted. "He scolded me that I was the first to come, and he still has to wait, but he has been waiting for a very long time." “What, - I ask, - is waiting?” And the daughter answered: "Birth." The mother-in-law told. It turned out that my husband had a twin brother who died in childbirth. They wanted to call him Cyril
From birth my little daughter sleeps in her room, in her bed. I have a good baby monitor, and I can even hear the baby breathing and groaning. One night I heard her start fiddling, and at the same instant I heard the sound of the crib rocking and a soothing "shshh" uttered in a man's voice. I was not scared, but glad that my dad, who died 6 years before the birth of his granddaughter, still sees her and somehow helps me
When I was 12 years old, I was left to sit with my cousin. Here we are, he is playing with blocks, I got bored, and I went to another room, I don't remember why, left and sat there. Suddenly, my brother runs into the room, I looked at him and realized that something was wrong here, his eyes were so terrible … He turns and runs back to the room where he was playing cubes, I followed him. When the "brother" ran to another room, he melted into the air … and the real brother was sitting a little further away in the center of the room and continued to play cubes as if nothing had happened. To say that I was scared is to say nothing: I dressed my brother with a bullet, dressed myself, and we went out for a walk, walked until the adults arrived. Maybe it was a warning so that I would watch my brother, I don't know. But the look of the one who pretended to be a brother, I still remember
I bought myself an Ouija board to communicate with the spirits. I asked if there were ghosts in the apartment. Obviously, no one answered, and I abandoned her. Recently I saw that my mother was cutting onions on the board, and the onion rings with the letters "D" and "A" were lying … I can't sleep peacefully now
I work as a truck driver. In July 2015, my friend Valera died under the rubble of the barracks in Omsk. He was a very close friend to me, although he was 3 years younger than me. This year in February I went on a flight Izhevsk - Yekaterinburg. Naturally, I woke up early in the morning and went to load, in short, I left a little exhausted at night, and in the morning I had to be in Yekaterinburg. And after the small town of Osa in the fog at night I saw the silhouette of a man, well, I think, desperate: the frost was strong outside. I drive up closer, I notice that he is in shorts. "Here is an eccentric" - flashed a thought. But when I looked at the face, I saw that it was VALERA! Naturally, I got scared, hit the brakes, ran out with a flashlight - no Valera, no footprints in the snow … I drove on, and there was a terrible accident, which I could have gotten into if I hadn't stopped. I told my friends - some saythat he wanted to warn, others say that this is a coincidence and I saw him only because I was very overworked. I still don't know what to think
When my grandmother died, I woke up the next morning to the smell of her pies. I heard her humming her favorite melody, walking around the kitchen. I thought I was crazy, but my parents felt the same way … And the oven was on
Recently, my husband and I began to notice that something strange is happening in our apartment: either the closet door opens, then something falls by itself. We thought we had a ghost. And the cat also began to go to the toilet not in the tray, but throughout the apartment. Once we noticed how the cat just walked to itself, and then the closet door creaked, and the cat peed on the spot. Tired of cleaning up after the cat, we jokingly asked the ghost not to scare him. And after that, the cat again began to go to the toilet in the tray, but now my husband and I are scared, because every night when we sleep, something strokes our feet
