We are reluctant to believe that there are houses in which evil spirits dwell. We are even more distrustful of stories that the forces of evil subjugate entire villages. Nevertheless, creepy eyewitness accounts of the paranormal are appearing more and more often …
Night in the village. Eyewitness Stanislav
My parents bought a dacha in a village in the late nineties for a lot of money. At one time they even lived there, laid out a garden and dug a pool. But four years later, the mother died, and everyone forgot about the dacha for several years. Over time, my father decided to return to the country house. However, after living there for three summer months, he died. Heart attack - so the doctors said.
I was not particularly interested in the dacha, from time to time I came there to prevent it from becoming desolate. Twice I had noisy parties with my friends at the dacha. I did not notice anything supernatural and unusual there.
In April 2009, after a hard working week, I decided to spend several days in nature and went to the village. I spent Friday relaxing on the veranda with my favorite book, in the evening I had a modest country dinner and watching a movie on my laptop. At about 11 pm I turned off my computer and went to bed.
And here, in the midst of endless silence that cannot be heard in the city, someone knocked on the door of the house. Horror twisted my stomach and made me feel colder than ever in my life. And the thing is that the door of the house did not open onto the road, but into the garden. To get to the front door, you had to enter the site through the gate, walk along a narrow path surrounded by bushes and trees, and go around the house around the perimeter. There was no other way to get to the door, there is a fairly high fence around the site.
I could assume that this is one of the neighbors. However, firstly, the nearest neighbors lived three houses from me, secondly, it was wiser to knock on the illuminated window overlooking the road, and thirdly, I closed the terribly creaky gate with a heavy padlock from the inside.
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Therefore, hearing a knock on the door, I experienced a real panic fear. While I was thinking about all this, the knock on the door persistently repeated. I crossed the room in which I was watching a movie on my laptop, entered the hallway, and froze at the front door. On the street they were silent - not a rustle.
I tried to collect myself and in a trembling, unsure voice asked: "who is there"?
In response, I heard a quiet and unintelligible muttering. It got even worse. I thought that I was dreaming, and I was just having a nightmare, everything was clouded in my head with horror, a white mist appeared in my eyes, and ringing in my ears. After a few seconds, the muttering stopped, but there was already a smacking sound - as if someone was eating something awkwardly.
I didn't know what it was, were they joking at me, or was it much more serious? I pulled a heavy bedside table away from the wall and set it to the door. On the street, they began to bustle, and they began to knock on the door harder, mixed with the same disgusting muttering and smacking.
I looked around and realized that, in general, getting into the house through the wide windows is as easy as shelling pears - just break the glass. The only right decision for me was to hide in the attic and drag the stairs behind me. This is exactly what I did.
Once in the attic, I began to think about what to do next. The knocking on the door did not stop, the muttering too. I walked over to the attic window, leaned my face against the dusty glass and tried to see what was happening at the front door. I did not see the door, but what I saw is enough for the rest of my life. At the front door stood a frozen figure, inhuman. It looked like a woman in black rags with very long arms. I could not see the face of the monster.
I jumped away from the window in horror, sat down on the floor and cried like a small child. I heard the knock on the door stopped, it was just broken open. Heard something enter the house, muttering and chomping right under my feet.
And then a doomed determination appeared in me. There was only one way out - to jump out the window while the monster was in the house. Fortunately, it opened. I vaguely remember how I got out of it, jumped into the currant bushes from a height of four meters and was badly scratched. I hardly remember how I climbed over the gate, which turned out to be closed. I remember how I ran down the street to the neighbors, how I yelled and beat the neighbors' gate with all the foolishness.
Uncle Lenya, a neighbor, a hefty man, about forty, came out to my wild screams. He, silently without words, dragged me into the house, after which there was a failure in my memory …
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Apparently I was in shock. In the morning it was difficult for me to piece together the scraps of memories. I woke up, or rather woke up, in the house of Uncle Leni. The neighbor stood and looked at me attentively.
Leonid ordered me to get out of bed and go with him. Together we walked towards my house. The front door was broken down, and pieces of the nightstand with which I supported the door were floating in the pool. All the bulbs in the house were broken. The rest of the electrical devices were also broken: my brand new laptop, old TV and electric kettle.
Uncle Lenya without saying anything, took out several kilogram packs of salt from his backpack. We began to scatter this salt around the perimeter of the site along the fence. At the gate, a neighbor ordered me to dig a hole meter by meter and two meters deep, and he went home. Two hours later, when I was finishing digging, Uncle Lenya came with a huge bag on his shoulder, which he threw into the hole. I never found out what was in the bag. I tried to get an explanation from Leonidas. He cut me off abruptly and rudely in mid-sentence:
“You'd better not know. Although, why should I explain something to you? I talked about it to your mother, then to your father, and they looked at me like I was crazy? What happened to your parents, you probably already understand? Everything, relax, boy, this will not happen again!"
"No more will happen, no more will happen …" These promises could not make me stay in the village. I collected all my things and went home to the city.
Three years later, I got married. During this time, I have never been to the country, I did not even want to think about it. Nevertheless, my young wife, Alla, having learned that I have a house in the countryside, insisted that I show it to her. There was nowhere to go, would she have believed in a ghost story ?!
The house was left untouched, all things were in their places. While Alla was cleaning the house, I decided to visit Uncle Lena. I really wanted to know what happened then and what he buried at the gate. There was a hope that the neighbor would be in a good mood today, and I was right.
“You owe me, kid, you know? I watched your house for three years so that homeless people do not spend the night in it, and no one stole anything. Let's go to the grocery store for a bubble, and don't forget about the snack, and in the evening I'll come to visit you and we'll talk about everything. - said the neighbor.
Thank God the neighbor was in a good mood that day. Exactly at six yesterday, as we agreed, Uncle Lenya dropped in. After drinking three times a hundred, the neighbor began his story:
- Do you see the forest outside the village? Long ago, this forest was much larger. A hundred years ago, here, where you and I eat water, trees grew and wild animals ran. And then we humans came. The trees were cut down and the animals killed. Old people know that this forest is holy and that it is protected by spirits. In order to somehow calm the evil spirits, we sacrifice to them.
- What we buried at the gate - a victim? What or who was in that bag? - I asked.
- Yes, victim! And what is in the bag, you better not know. And do not try to dig. Nobody bothers you, you are in your house, as in an impregnable fortress, so rejoice in this.
Alla sat with us at the table and listened to our conversation with a smile on her face. The little wife decided that my neighbor and I, having drunk too much, decided to joke and scare her. And this is good: you know less, sleep better!