This story happened to one student who was grieving over the death of his girlfriend, who studied with him. The girl committed suicide, and the young man considered himself to some extent guilty of what happened.
The young man himself, let us call him N. N., later recalled that after the death of a classmate he was terribly tormented by remorse, at times he reached despair and fell into unconsciousness.
Time is known to heal wounds. Soon, such seizures in the student stopped, but the consequences of what he had experienced for a long time made themselves felt. So, at the slightest excitement, NN, in his own words, stood on end hair on his head. He could not cope with increased nervousness and insomnia even with the help of special medicines.
Three weeks after the death of the student, strange things began to happen to the young man. He writes: “One day I woke up and felt the presence of this girl. I thought it was nothing more than a dream, but the next night I woke up again with the same thought about her nearness."
His friend lived in the same room with N. N., but he slept peacefully those nights. Our student, not being able to plunge into a restful sleep, pondered about his feelings and came to the conclusion that he heard sounds in the corridor, and these were the rustles of the dress and the steps of the deceased.
The next day, NN, tired of nightly fears, lay down on the bed and dozed off. He woke up from the familiar rustle. Instead of getting up and watching what was happening, he decided to stay put.
NN said the following about what happened next:
“Gritting my teeth, gripping my left with the nails of my right hand and opening my eyes wide, I looked at the door. Whether she opened it or not, I don't remember, I didn't notice, but I clearly saw the girl's figure. She was in a white dress with blue flowers and walked slowly towards me from the door. The ghost's face was pale and very sad. Approaching the bed itself, the ghost reached out his hand to put it on my forehead.
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I distinctly remember that I had an unpleasant idea of a dead, cold hand; but when she touched and laid down rather heavily on my forehead, I felt a living, warm, slightly damp hand. A messenger from the other world spoke a few words with a particularly convincing intonation in a low voice. Then I imagined that she was alive, cried out, jumped up, wanted to grab her, but the shadow was gone."
At the student's cry, his friend came running, to whom N. N. confessed that he had seen the deceased. He just laughed, but then carefully examined the room and, after a pause, noticed that it smelled very strongly of ozone and something else. However, no matter how hard their friends tried, they could not identify this subtle smell …
From the book "Secrets of Mysterious Creatures"