The unknown comes into our lives
A. Evstratova (Rostov-on-Don) reports: “It happened in 1935 shortly after the death of my mother. It was already dusk, but everything was still clearly visible … And suddenly a ball about half a meter in diameter appeared in the courtyard near a small pile of coal, all covered with dirty, matted, long hair. And at this time I am standing literally a couple of steps from a pile of coal. The ball slowly crawls to the top of the pile. Well, I, completely stunned with fear and shouting: "Oh Lord, but what is this ?!" And the hairy ball immediately disappeared. At the same time, a click was heard, as with an electric discharge.
And 10 years later there was another case when I also had to remember God - that day my husband died.
My husband was a veterinarian by profession. He had to insert a ring into the nose of a ferocious bull-buoy. He went to the steppe - to the place where the shepherds were waiting for him next to the pugnacious bull … And he did not return.
I waited for my husband until dawn, burst into tears and finally realized that he was no longer alive. The bull-bull killed him! As it began to dawn, a dream began to make me look. Suddenly I hear - the door has opened, and the husband comes into the house - and his gait and his wand characteristically taps on the floor. I jumped up joyfully on the bed, but then some monstrous weight fell on my feet and slowly climbed up my body to my throat. She wrapped a ring around her throat and began to choke. I just said: "Oh, Lord, what is this ?!" And to my surprise, the heaviness instantly evaporated from my body somewhere, and the "husband", invisibly entered the room with his characteristic gait, disappeared with her.
It was not the husband who returned home, but his ghost came - the messenger of his death …”.
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“I’ll tell you a case about which my mother, an eyewitness, told me,” wrote A. Guseva, a pensioner from the city of Cherepovets (Vologda region). “My mother was born in 1882. And the case was in the village of Dmitrovka (Moscow region). Mom was then 10-12 years old …
The neighbor had two sons, both were married. And so the neighbor wanted his eldest son to be evicted from his house. The son leaving in anger told his father: "I'll do it for you!" And did.
And this is what began: soon in the hallway, in the upper room, such a noise began in the courtyard, as if a herd of horses was racing. Whatever will be brought from the city for the holiday - everything, someone will scatter, mix … And scraps of paper began to fall from the ceiling - yes, such as has never been in the house before.
And the neighbor - the owner of the house - everyone called him just Grandpa Jew - all the time he went hungry.
In our village they ate from a common large bowl. Everyone eats, but grandfather Jew cannot. He scoops a little with a spoon from a common bowl, brings a spoon to his mouth - and from it everything immediately scatters in different directions into the air!
They summoned a prayer service to the priest's house, brought the icons, set them on benches. We didn't have time to look back, but the icons - jump! - and hid under the bench by themselves. The priest began a prayer service. And then a log flew at him. The deacon began sprinkling holy water on the premises. So these invisible men threw a fur coat over him. Then "they" began tossing young children in the house into the air. And those, flying up screaming to the ceiling, then plopped loudly on the floor. The adults asked them: "Well, did you hurt yourself painfully?" And those answered: “No. Not hurt at all. It doesn't hurt us."
My mother recalled: they and her friends would pick berries in the forest and want to treat them to Judea's grandfather, who was starving against his will. And he answered: "I can't." The girls say: “From us you can. We are good, we are small”. And they treat him with berries. And they fly from his hands into the air like buckshot!.. Once three learned people arrived from Moscow. One of them says: “You, grandfather, need to go to the doctor. We ought to undergo medical treatment. " Before he could finish, a log flew at him. After the second log flew - to another visitor from Moscow. And then the third piece of wood - the third visitor. The firewood, which is curious, flew exactly end-to-end at them - like thick arrows that were fired from a bow. All three Muscovites rushed out of the house in a crowd. They did not appear in the village again. All this happened in front of my mother. And when the grandfather Jew died of hunger, everything stopped immediately.
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And here is what the local priest told. One evening he heard a voice:
- Master, we will stay with you.
“Why, I have many children,” answered the bewildered priest. - It's noisy from them in the house …
- Yes, it's okay, - came the answer. - We will live a little on the stove.
And bagels, sweets, cookies fell right from the ceiling onto the table!
The Invisibles lived in the priest's house for two weeks. They snuffled noisily, sighed, tossed and turned from side to side on the beds on the Russian stove. The owners of the house more than once looked at the polati, and there was no one there! Meanwhile, bagels and sweets continued to fall on the table from the ceiling every day.
Two weeks later, a familiar voice was heard again:
- Well, master, goodbye. We go far away.
- Yes, live still, - the priest answered cordially. - I do not mind. There is no trouble with you.
- No, master. We cannot live longer with you. Our deadline has expired. But eat our presents at your pleasure. It is you who are constantly being hung in the local shop, and the stolen, hung up from you, still does not go to the use of the owners of this shop. So we take away the hung from them and return on a debt of justice to you.
The priest asked:
- Who are you?
"We are damned people," the invisible ones answered him.
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Another letter - from A. Tsvetkova from the city of Kokand:
“Many years ago, when I was 32, a strange story happened to me.
Once I put the children to bed, and I went to bed much later, around midnight. Before I could doze off I heard a strong knock on the window. I thought my husband returned from work at an inopportune time. She jumped out of bed, opened the door - no one was behind her. I was scared.
The next day, I went to bed at about the same time. My little son was sleeping on the same bed with me. Suddenly I felt that the child was jumping on the bed net, as if someone was pounding on it from below, hitting with fists! She turned on the light, searched the whole room - again nobody …
On the third day I feel like someone invisible is standing over my head and noisily strangling. It was again about midnight. No one knew who grabbed the headboard of the bed on which I lay. And the bed was on castors. And so she began, pushed by invisible hands, to ride back and forth across the room on her creaky, unlubricated wheels. I jumped up again, turned on the light, immediately the silence in the house, the "tricks" stopped.
The next day I locked myself in fear with the children for the night in a closet. There was a wide bed - we all fit on it. I stuck a mop into the closet door handle so that the door could not be opened from the back. After some time, such a strong knocking on the ceiling suddenly began that plaster fell on us. I turned on the light - everything was quiet at once. The lights were not turned off until morning.
On the sixth night - the same thing … I went to my mother, who lived in one of the neighboring streets, and told her everything. And she says - what, this is a brownie and you ask him: "For better or for better?" He will answer and leave, he will no longer bother.
So I did the next night. I overcame my fear and, as my mother taught, asked.
In response, a low male voice said in a hollow voice: "For worse!"
I was horrified. She turned on the light in the room, hugged the children and cried bitterly until morning. I thought that something bad would happen to the children.
But something else happened: after a couple of days my husband left us … Together with him, the brownie disappeared, proclaiming "For the worse!"
Alexey Priima