Surely many have heard about the existence of a version according to which every inhabitant of our planet has a double, or even more than one. So I recently learned about this interesting fact. Only not from the Internet or the newspaper, but in reality, having met with myself. But my double was not quite a living person …
I would like to note right away that I am not a crazy fan of mysticism, I am not fond of esotericism and, in general, a pragmatic person, even if not dry. I live in Ulan-Ude not so long ago, I moved from Ust-Ilimsk, after getting married. My husband is a fairly wealthy person, and we live in our own house on the Buryat "Rublevka" - in the village of Verkhnyaya Berezovka. Yes, housing here is considered elite, and the land is expensive, but locals say that evil spirits are a frequent visitor to the village. When I was told these tales, I just laughed and twirled my finger to my temple to myself: what to take from such people!
A year has passed since my move. I was nine months pregnant and suffered from severe swelling and dizziness. In addition, it was such a sultry July outside that I literally choked. Only a cool shower helped, and I sat in the bathroom for an hour. That day, as usual, I took water procedures. I barely got out, feeling clumsy and huge. Somehow I got to the mirror, which is almost on the floor. Naturally, it turned out to be fogged up, and I began to look around in search of a cloth. Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly notice that my reflection, barely visible, remained frozen! And at this time I turned sideways! It became somehow uncomfortable. I turned sharply and with all my strength began to wipe the ill-fated mirror. It reflected my swollen face and swollen figure. I exhaled and sat down on the side of the bathroom. But the reflection remained standingand even a disgusting grin! And I, in what my mother gave birth, rushed out of the bathroom.
A frightened husband met me in the corridor. I sobbed depicting my adventures to my wife and limp helplessly in his arms. Having calmed me down, Seryozha began to blame everything on prenatal fears, according to him, allegedly from the fear of childbirth, jumping pressure and dizziness, my roof went a little bit and visual hallucinations began. Having thought about it, I called on the remnants of common sense for help and believed my husband.
Week later. I was cleaning the house and decided to wipe the mirrors. And, as you already understood, the situation with the frozen reflection repeated itself. I wasn't even scared: well, I think I'll give birth, and the "glitches" will stop scaring me. And all would be fine if one day my "glitch" did not decide to leave the mirror.
I decided to take a walk in the woods near the house. It was a quiet morning, and the heat had not yet swallowed the air. My husband left for work, and I slowly wandered between the trees. There was a rustle, I turned around. It was as if a man was hiding behind the trees: I saw long hair and thought that a woman was walking in the forest. I decided to inquire who it was, and went to her. But the woman, it seems, did not want to make contact, because as soon as I took a step towards her, she rushed forward. It should be noted here that I have severe myopia, and I did not wear glasses that morning. So it was not possible to really see the stranger. Suddenly I felt a cold breeze. I turned sharply and froze in horror. At arm's length stood a woman with long hair, bright blue eyes, and a bizarre mole on her cheek. It was me!Only one thing distinguished us - she did not have a pregnancy. The vision stared at me with its gaze (or my gaze?) And screamed heart-rendingly. I don't remember further. Fainted.
A neighbor found me unconscious. She immediately called my husband and called an ambulance. I soon began labor, two weeks ahead of schedule. Fortunately, everything went well, and a healthy son was born.
From the happiness of motherhood, I soon forgot this terrible story and would not have remembered it, if not for the same neighbor who found me in the forest. Vera Petrovna ran to visit when Danilka was a month old.
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I was about to say that the scarf is not mine, when I saw the engraving: E. L. Pyatkova. These were the initials of my late mother. And then memories rushed into my head: here I am, a 20-year-old girl, roaring at the grave of my deceased mother, and here I am putting her favorite scarf in her coffin …
After leaving the neighbor, she could not recover for a long time. What kind of story happened to me? They say that I am like a mother. Perhaps it was she who came and wanted to support me before giving birth? Or was it just a dream? But what about the handkerchief….
Tatiana P.