Part one - murders
Dismemberment is a family matter
A father, three sons, a daughter and a grandmother lived under the same roof. The eldest son, Vladik, got married. The middle one left to work. And the youngest, Petya, went to work hauling timber and earned a lot of money.
Grandma always slept on the stove. And somehow I heard a conversation that the father, daughter and eldest son decided to kill Petya and take his accumulated money. The grandmother told her youngest grandson about this. Petya shared about the future murder with his best friend. Arriving home, he knew that they would try to kill him. But he was very tired after work and did not notice how he fell asleep. At night, his relatives killed him with an ax and hacked him to pieces. Blood splatters were everywhere: on the ceiling, walls and bedding. The killer's horse Petit was released onto the road, and the dismembered body was thrown into the bog. It was before spring, so that place was covered with snow and nothing was visible. The horse came to the farm to the pet's friend and began to beat his hoof at the house. The friend realized that Petit was gone and went to the head of the village.
The gendarmerie arrived at the killers' house. Drops of blood were found on the walls under the fresh whitewash, and in the basin lay washed linen. The father took all the blame on himself, and he was executed. Petit's body was found and buried in a Christian way.
Vladik soon hanged himself, and his sister's husband died at the front. But the misfortunes continued with the murderers' children …
Eight times a widower, and all the times well
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There lived one greedy pan who had little wealth. And he decided to marry wealthy women with an allotment of land. When the wives went out to harvest crops, the master would plant needles in the crown of the head. So he killed eight women. And in order to appropriate their fields, the master kept the children for himself.
Pan married for the ninth time. Having worked on the field, he and his wife sat down to rest. We saw the wind blowing tumbleweeds. Pan started laughing and the woman asked:
- What are you?
- Yes, that wife, when she was dying, said that a tumbleweed would witness the murder, that it would return.
They came home. The wife cooked the food, did the housework, and went to warn the brothers.
- If something happens to me, know: tumbleweed will be a sign that this is murder.
She died a few hours later. The wind continued to drive the tumbleweed …
Pan reported the death to his wife's brothers. They said they would take the child and the field. The brothers told the head of the village about the murder. During the interrogation, the pan split and confessed everything. As a result, the Pan was executed for all the murders …
On a date … as a snack
Some bandits - three brothers - went from house to house and looked out for fat girls, invited them to come to their place. For those who came to visit, the men cut off their heads, arms, legs and put them in barrels. The bandits had a whole house of barrels.
And then one day they came to a girl with long golden hair - Galya. She insisted to her parents that she would only marry a handsome guy with the same hair. How many people did not come to her to woo - both beautiful and poor and rich - she did not agree. But one of the bandits dyed his hair a little to a golden color and has now come to matchmakers. His brothers told Galya that the guy lives well, richly. The girl agreed to a meeting, asked where they live, how to get to them.
When Galya came to them, no one was at home. There was a note on the table telling her to wait for the men. The girl looked into all the rooms. On the far door leading to the basement, it was written "Who enters here, will not leave here." Galya opened the door and was horrified: there were barrels and women's heads around. Hearing that someone was coming, she ran into the bedroom, where there were two beds, and hid under one of them.
Two brothers returned home. They noticed that there was someone else at home. But they quietly sat down to drink.
- Galya will come, we will make fun of her and kill her.
Soon the third brother brought the captive into the house. The brothers drank one more time together, raped the girl in turn, and then cut off the unfortunate finger and took off the ring. The ring rolled under the bed where Galya was hiding. One of the brothers said:
“Nothing will be lost in our house.
The men took the prisoner to the basement, chopped off her head and left her there. After we left somewhere. During this time, Galya hid the ring and finger in her pocket and decided to flee this house. When she got to her parents, she told about everything, and together they turned to the authorities.
The bandits were waiting for Galya for several days. But she never came. Then the brothers themselves came to her. But they were already expected. Galya said that she did not come, because she saw how the girl was killed, and took a finger with a ring out of her pocket. The men rushed to run, but they were immediately seized and brought to justice …
Forest survivor
A man lived with his wife and daughter. But the wife died unexpectedly. The man did not mourn the loss for long, he thought that he was not an old grandfather yet. And he married a widow-neighbor, who also had a daughter. The stepmother hated her husband's daughter and decided to send her to the next world. It was winter and severe frosts. The woman ordered her grandfather to take his daughter to the forest and leave her there without warm clothes and food. He loved his daughter, but he was more afraid of his wife. In the morning he put his daughter on a sleigh, took her to an unfamiliar forest and threw it under the tree.
Time passed, the girl froze to the bone. She became very ill from hunger, even dizzy and a stomach ache. Suddenly, from afar, there was again the sound of horses. A sleigh of merchants appeared on the road. The merchants carried many different goods. The girl sang a song: she told about her stepmother, who wants to send her to the next world, about her stepmother's sister, which does nasty things, and about her father who did not intercede for her:
- The father cuts the soul, the stepmother eats the heart, the sister washes the bones …
The merchants felt sorry for the unfortunate girl. She asked me to throw her a roll of cheap cloth to keep warm, one egg to eat. But the merchants gave her several rolls of expensive fabric, a lot of delicious food and gold jewelry. The girl thanked. And when I refreshed myself, I began to think how to return home from an unfamiliar forest.
At this time, the stepmother dreamed of her stepdaughter sitting in the forest all in expensive fabrics and gold. The woman got angry, woke her husband up and sent him into the forest to check what had happened to her daughter. The father came to the place where he left his daughter, and saw that the girl was alive. The man was delighted and brought her home.
The stepmother turned green with anger when she saw that she was healthy and came with gifts. The woman dressed her daughter warmly, gathered her goodies with her, and told her husband to take the girl to the same place. Suddenly, out of pity, he also begs for something.
Grandfather did just that. But the wolves ran to the smell of food and tore the girl apart. When the man returned for his wife's daughter, only leftovers of the body lay under the tree. He brought the bones home. The wife saw this and died of a heart attack. And the father and daughter began a new happy life.
Assassin sisters
A husband and wife lived in the same village. They had three daughters and a son. The girls' parents sent them to the forest to get berries. The youngest daughter returned a few hours later with a full basket. And the older ones - with an empty one. The next day everything happened again: the youngest was picking berries again, and the older ones were just eating them. On the third day, the father got angry and told them not to come home without a full basket.
But the older girls again "treated themselves" in the forest. And during this time the younger sister collected a basket of berries. The elders conspired and began to demand that the youngest give her berries to them. But the girl refused. Then the sisters decided to kill her.
The girls hit their younger sister on the head with a stone. And they made a "test" - sharpened a peg and planted it in the heart. But, frightened, they decided to hide their tracks. They carefully laid the stone at the sister's head. The open and frozen eyes of the deceased were covered with oak bark. And they covered the body with earth. So they buried my sister under a linden tree. And the berries were divided among themselves …
Returning home, the older sisters silently climbed onto the stove. The father asked if they had collected berries. The girls showed their baskets. Then the father noticed that the youngest daughter was gone. The sisters came up with a believable story:
- She's lost. We searched for her for a long time and called her, but she never responded.
The father was very angry with his daughters and said to his son:
- Go to the bride. You marry her, and she will replace my daughter in the household. Then I will forgive your sisters.
The son did so. When I was driving across the bridge, the arch from the horse harness broke. The guy saw a beautiful young linden nearby. He took an ax to cut down the tree and make a new arc. But as soon as he swung, he heard the voice of the missing sister:
- Don't cut it, brother! Your sisters are my sisters. They are traitors! They killed me because of a basket of berries. They also buried me under a linden tree. They put a stone at the head, put a peg in the heart, and covered their eyes with oak bark!
The guy got scared, quickly returned home and told everything to his father. The father fell into anger. He pulled the crying daughters off the stove. And he told his son to prepare the harrow. The father tied his daughters to the harrow. And he shook, tore, tore their bodies all over the field. And now there is something glistening in the sun. They say that these are the bones of those girls …
Part two - the cemetery
"Rise" from the dead
At the gatherings, two guys argued that one of them would go to the cemetery at night, dig up the body of a recently deceased man and get a cross. Vasya had to go.
He did everything as agreed. But suddenly I heard a voice from the grave, which asked to open the coffin. It was the "dead" Misha: he was poisoned by fumes, and the earth delayed the poisoning and the guy "came to life." Vasya opened the coffin, and the guy quickly got up and walked. When the shocked "savior" himself got out of the grave, he caught on a nail on the cross. Vasya thought that someone was holding him, screamed and died of fright. Misha saw this, but it was too late.
The "insurgent" came to the village to see his mother, but she did not believe that it was her son and did not let him into the house. Then he hurried to his beloved. The girl dreamed that the guy asked to dig him out. She opened the door, was delighted to "rise from the dead." And the lovers went together to Misha's mother.
The girl, the future mother-in-law, asked to open the door, because it was necessary to take Vasya from the cemetery, who helped save Misha. Opening the doors, the mother could not believe her eyes, because in front of her was a living son. And she died of a broken heart.
Haunted night rally
Pan and his cleric rode from the sick man. The village was far away, so the night caught the men on the road. Their route passed through the cemetery.
They ride for themselves, do not blow in the mustache, talk, laugh. Suddenly, the cleric's spirit was already stolen - he sees ghosts running after their cart. Such white, glowing. The cleric felt a little relieved from his heart - he pushes the gentleman in the side and points his finger at the ghosts. Pan examined those creatures. And then … how they started the horse faster. And the ghosts also added speed. The cleric wanted to re-baptize them so that they would fall behind, but the master did not allow. Then he took a handkerchief out of his pocket, waved it in one direction or the other, threw the handkerchief away from himself - the ghosts and ran in that direction.
And the gentleman and the cleric quickly drove the horses away from that place, out of harm's way.
Fearless and not quite alive
Boys and girls argued who would pass through the cemetery at night and not be scared. One girl says:
- I will go.
She took a stick and went. Goes go. And someone comes out in front of her with a white face and hands, and dressed in white. But the girl was not scared. As she gave a stick to the man, he slid to the ground.
She came home. Went to bed. At midnight someone knocked on the window.
- Who is it? the girl asked.
- Who is without fear, please come out!
Everyone was scared, they are sitting, afraid to move.
The next night it all happened again. Father said:
- I'll go and see who walks and knocks. Maybe someone is joking.
He went out, walked around the house - there was no one anywhere.
The priest was called on the third night. At 12 in the morning, again someone knocks on the window and says:
- Who is without fear, please come out!
The priest walked around the house, did not find anyone and answered the girl:
- You go. They came for you. This is your fate.
A girl came out into the hallway and fell. The heart could not stand it from fear. Nobody knocked on the window again. They say that this was the soul that then met at the cemetery.
Pan's ghost
One woman drove late near the village of Crooman. The road at the cemetery had already ended, when suddenly a ghost of a gentleman appeared, who had recently died in an incomprehensible way in the forest. Pan was on white horses. He crashed into a tree and just as suddenly disappeared.
The woman was very frightened. She did not live long. They say that she died after 3 days.
Suicide cry
In Vereyki, there used to be a cemetery on the site of the church. At this time, one man returned from the recruits. He went to the priest in Volkovysk to atone for his sins. The priest said to him:
- You have a lot of sins. Recently I passed through your Vereiki. Your graveyard is neglected. Clean it, then I will absolve you of all your sins.
Arriving home, the former recruit gathered other men to help him. And in 3 days they cut down all unnecessary trees and took out the trash. On the last day, the sinner was left alone, picking up the branches and setting them on fire. And then the cry began, cry! The man became scared and ran away. Later it was explained to him that it was the souls of suicides, drowned people who were not accepted by God, who were screaming. When there were trees, they hid in the shade. And now there is nowhere. The man decided to go back and start praying. The screaming and crying gradually began to subside until they completely disappeared.
Angel
In the old cemetery in the village of Palace, there is a monument that is already a hundred years old. This is the burial place of Apollinaria, the wife of Pan Mikhail Protasevich. She died in April 1905. The couple had three children. Two died of smallpox, only the eldest daughter remained. The parents buried their children in a special way - in the crypt. Apollinaria, having experienced such grief, did not live long.
After the death of her mother, the eldest daughter moved to Poland. Her father also went to her, and rented the house. For the rental money he bought a monument, which was brought from Italy to Novoelnya by train, and from there on three horses to the cemetery. The figure was wrapped in linen. The black marble monument was light silver in color and glowed at night. It was made in the shape of an angel and was carefully guarded. People said that on a Christmas carol night, an angel flies around the cemetery 3 times. It was on this night that the singing of angels, psalms for the Nativity of Christ are heard.
But the time of the Polish landlord passed, and the Soviet government made the first act of vandalism in 1939. The crypt was opened, they thought that jewelry was inflated there. And in the years of perestroika, in the 80s, marble was pointed out from there.
After the war, the locals decided to prove that there is nothing wonderful in an angel. The statue is very heavy, so the angel was thrown from the pedestal by the company and went home. In the morning he stood still. But people thought that it was one of the residents who returned the statue to the pedestal. Then they dropped the angel again, but they hid in the next house. In the morning, the statue was again in place. One man threw the angel down a third time and stayed on guard until morning. But at dawn he dozed off, and when he woke up, the angel was on a pedestal. And then the statue was no longer touched.
Over time, the man's children began to die, and then he himself, along with his wife, died. In the place where he used to live, people built a dump. During the Great Patriotic War, the monument was shot several times, thrown off, the fate of these people also did not work out.
The policeman also attempted an angel: he shot in the hand and heart. After this vandalism, the angel stopped glowing, changed from light silver to pale gray.
Saint
For a long time a man lived in Kabaki who believed in God very much. His name was Nikolai. He founded a church in the village. Nikolai collected money for the construction and, together with the people, participated in the construction himself. For his good deeds, people named him Saint Nicholas. He lived not a long century, and after his death, as a token of gratitude, he was buried near the church.
After the war, they saw how candles were lit in an empty church in the evening, a church service was going on. When people came closer, everything suddenly disappeared.
The Soviet government destroyed the church. Since that time, there is a cemetery in that place. But the shroud from the church has been preserved.
The voice of death
“When my uncle was dying after a serious illness, his wife, Aunt Vera, noticed for several evenings in a row that there was a roar behind the stove, like a poker moving. She even turned to that side:
- Well, have you already come?
She was sure that this death came for her Volodya. After his death, these rumbles were no more. As soon as they were buried in the cemetery, everything was over."
"On a visit" returned
“Three years ago my uncle died. And we went to bury him. Buried, remembered. We went to the rooms of the village house to sleep.
At night in the kitchen there was some kind of fuss and a faint rumble. Nobody paid attention to it. In the morning, everyone saw that the cornice, which had been firmly nailed down before, had been removed and stood level against the wall. Everyone was scared. Uncle's soul came to the house at night to give a sign. In the following nights, everyone listened to every rustle, but nothing special happened."
Do not bury on the day of death
“A friend of my mother’s told this story. One day she met a relative whom she had not seen for a long time. A strange feeling arose in the woman, as if she was talking to an inanimate person. A relative cried and asked for help, said that the children had kicked her out of the house, and she could not find shelter anywhere.
Mom's acquaintance found out after a while that the relative whom she met then was no longer alive that day. And she was buried not on the third day, as is customary, but on the day of her death. Therefore, the soul was very angry."
I called to her …
“Once I witnessed such an incident. In the clinic, the nurse told about the fact that at night her mother-in-law had dreamed and called to her. And suddenly, in front of those present, the nurse began to fall. Her colleagues thought she was joking. But after a minute it became clear that the woman had died."
Grushek
It happened in Vereyki. One man worked as a cowboy on a farm. In the village he was called Grushek. He was a very angry man, he mocked his wife. But the son grew up and began to intercede for his mother. Once the son kicked Grushka so that he remembered for a long time.
A week has passed, Grushek was herding cows. And then a strong wind rose. Over time, more and more intensified. And a whirlwind was formed. Grushek saw that he had nowhere to run away, and began to pray. And the whirlwind came closer and closer. And a creature that looked like a devil beckoned the man with a finger. Grushek began to pray even more, and then the whirlwind departed, reached the middle of the farm building and disappeared.
This Grushek hanged himself at the place where the whirlwind entered the farm. After his death, three bulls died on the farm.
Part three - evil spirits
Monsters in the corner
“I remember it well. I was about six years old. I was very afraid to stay at home alone. And when this happened, the blood inside was cold with horror. I lay down on the bed and lay quietly, it was even scary to move. And it was at such moments that I clearly saw how something incomprehensible flickered around the table in the corner. They were black, fat and vile creatures. Their bodies are similar to either dogs or beavers. They only fussed about in place, but I was very afraid of them.
I told my parents, but they did not believe me. Sometimes they calmed me down, sometimes they laughed at me. It happened that they even scolded, they said that I had invented everything. But I have seen strange creatures many times. Even after half a century, I remember that.
My mother still took me to the local whisper. The grandmother poured the commotion over the egg and water. Then I stopped seeing the scary creatures in the corner."
Old sorcerer
One grandfather lived in the village. He possessed magical powers. You couldn't call him a witcher: he didn't seem to do anything bad. But he was very fond of teasing people. He will say that the hay on the cart is on fire. And the man who was carrying him began to extinguish. Or something else. He was a wonderful grandfather.
Once he began to tell that a white ram appears at a fork behind the village at exactly 12 o'clock in the morning. People laughed. But the young guys decided to check if their grandfather was making a mistake. They say that we young and healthy to twist that ram!
Young people gathered outside the village one evening. The guys grabbed the ropes with them and went to that intersection. They came up and saw that really a white ram walks. Without thinking for a long time, they grabbed that ram and began to twist it with ropes. And they pulled me into the village.
They dragged the ram to the house of that grandfather, threw it near the porch and went into the house. And my grandfather just had some kind of party.
- Well, go, grandfather, look, we caught a white ram!
People ran out of the house, they looked: there was a stump in the ropes.
Black book from Siberia
This was around the 40s and 50s. From Siberia, where black magic was very strong at that time, one man brought a book. I read it. And I saw that something was wrong … I stopped reading.
But once the "wretched warlock" blurted out about this scripture to other men. And they took the book from him to read. One day one of the neighboring villages started asking for a book. The owner replied:
- Tired of it already! If you want to read, buy.
A man bought it and started reading at home. Once he looked away from the pages, and a devil dreamed of him, who asks:
- What you want?
In response, the man said:
- G … (nasty things - ed.)
Then everything in his house was dirty: the clothes were not well washed. Trash and flies were constantly in the food. Only what belonged to the children remained clean. The peasant suffered for a long time, until one day a grandfather unknown to anyone came to the village. The old man said that the dirt itself will not disappear anywhere. And if they get rid of, then they need to go out into the open field. There, find an oak tree that was struck by lightning. The tree must be burned; a black book will only burn on its coals, and everything will disappear. The man did just that. The dirt is gone.
In the house of the witcher
It happened back in Polish times. Friends walked through the village in the evening. Suddenly they see: a fireball descends from the sky. He moves to the other side of the street, behind the buildings. The ball began to hide behind the threshing floor. And he sailed to the other end of the village, where the famous witcher once lived.
The guys also went down the street for the ball. People were very afraid of the deceased witcher during his lifetime. The whole neighborhood went to him for witchcraft and fortune-telling. The witcher was unsociable, rarely appeared in society.
Suddenly the fireball stopped behind the sheds on the other side of the street. He froze just opposite the witcher's house. Then he began to slowly move to his house, crossed the road. One guy wanted to throw a stick into a ball, but his friend didn’t give it. And on the street there was silence, there was not even a wind. The stars were already shining, people were not visible, only a crowd of young people. The ball came close to the witcher's house. The doors opened themselves. And the ball slowly swam into the house and disappeared there.
In the hayloft
“My grandfather Ivan told about such a case since his youth. He decided one afternoon to rest after hard work. And he wanted to sleep in the hay. He took a bedding made of rough cloth and headed for the hayloft. He laid her on the hay and lay down. He threw an old blanket on top and closed his eyes.
Hears the rustling of the hay. It sagged, as if under the steps of human feet. Closer, closer. Grandfather opened his eyes - there was no one. I lay down, but here again someone's legs are walking on the hay. And something heavy will fall on your chest! Grandfather contrived and tried to catch the blanket … He threw the blanket forward and blew himself up. But there was nothing and no one.
It became scary, but the grandfather lay back. Time passed, and here again steps on the hay, again as something heavy falls on the chest, already not to die. Grandfather hop blanket - did not catch. There is not anyone. Then he lay down again, covered himself and continued to wait. And then next to him something invisible began to groan! He was even more frightened. The grandfather grabbed the bedding with a blanket and quickly run from the hayloft.
I was afraid to go there for several days."
Ghost jokes
“It happened near the village of Benitsa. Mom's brother worked at a brewery. He was a senior worker.
After work he went home somehow. But not in the village, but just behind the threshing floors. There was a place called Devil's. Garbage was taken out there, there was a swamp and ghosts often appeared. Here the uncle was walking, tired and decided to sit down to rest. And suddenly it seemed to him that there was a panic. He and his uncle exchanged hat and pipe.
The uncle came home, and he had an old bowl on his head, and in his hand a piece of stump. I came to that place the next day with my wife, one was afraid. And there are a hat and a pipe near the stump."
Lost …
Around the 19th century, a young guy worked at the same mill. His parents died early, and therefore he became an orphan. There was a large lake and six bridges near the mill. But the bridges have not survived to this day. They were destroyed in the middle of the last century.
And then one night three beautiful girls drowned on the lake. One of them really liked this guy. At night he sat by the lake, sobbing and grieving very much for his beloved.
On the Kupala night, the guy suddenly disappeared. And nobody saw him again. The senior miller looked for him, but never found him. Only the fishermen found the guy's hat. And since then, it is believed that every night three girls in white dresses appear on the lake. And the wheels of the mill begin to spin by themselves, and the lake is quietly rustling.
Devil ram
At the end of one village there were large bushes. Here the devilry began with travelers or passers-by. It seems the lamb is lying. Uncle behind her, into the bushes. And there is only a stump. He thinks it is a lamb, carries it to the cart, brings it home and only there he notices the change. Sometimes the "sheep" led people into the mud.
Once a blacksmith was walking towards a girl. And a garnaya lady came out on the road to him, but … on goat's legs. The blacksmith got scared and hastened to a date. One day a cart with people was passing by that place. The passengers turned their heads and saw: a creature with hooves, horse legs and a tail was walking nearby.
They say that this devil sat in the bushes, frightened and confused people. But that doesn't happen there now. Residents in that place put the image of St. John.
A similar thing often happened in the Grodno region. A man from Slonim was walking. And I saw a white ram, which seemed to attract me. The man followed him, and went in so that he almost drowned himself in the swamp. There is a belief that the most evil spirits exist in the guise of a ram.
The same case was with a woman who was herding cows. She also saw a white ram. I followed him and found myself in the middle of a thicket. And such a strong wind arose that everything around was humming and rustling. By some miracle, she managed to get back. And the ram disappeared, as it was not.
Husband and wife were returning from a fair in a neighboring village. We drove through the bridge. Suddenly they both saw a beautiful ram with long hair. There is a ram and does not even move. And the wife says to her husband:
- Let's catch him. We will have a free profit.
The husband agreed. As soon as they approached the ram - the animal is already in another place. And so over and over again: only two steps come up - the ram disappears again. The horned one tormented them until midnight. I took it almost into the forest. The man understood that it was a ghost. And he crossed himself. The ram disappeared immediately. The man grabbed his wife and quickly drove away from the bridge. So that something else doesn't happen.
Three mermaid panenki
One day, three sisters and a brother went to swim on the lake. These were the gentlemen's children. A thunderstorm struck unexpectedly. My brother began to drown. The oldest sister rushed to save him, but began to drown herself. All the water was added. The two younger sisters shouted, but no one heard them. Without hesitation, the younger sisters rushed to save the older one. And all three of us went under the water.
A local resident Nadya told the village that mermaids appeared on the lake. She walked near the lake late in the evening. And she dozed off. When I opened my eyes, I saw: three sisters in white clothes came out of the lake holding hands. Their faces glowed. The sisters' long hair also reflected the moonlight. The girls came up, called to them, wanted to say something. But the grandmother was numb with fear and lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, the mermaids were gone.
Damn drove
“Somewhere in the fifties, when I was still young, I heard this story from my uncle Alesya. The uncle had his own horse, sleigh, chaise. With all this, he would take passengers from the train to the nearest villages.
One day I was returning home late. He could not understand why it took so long to travel. Although it seemed to him that the route was correct, that he was going, as always, along a very familiar road. Then he noticed that his horse went around the circle several times. And in the same place the horse reared up and continued to ride. So they drove around for four hours. At least it would have been twenty or thirty minutes driving to the house on a thoroughly familiar road, no more. Then the uncle understood: something is wrong here. He stopped the horse and began to pray. I also addressed the horse with a prayer, which I do not remember. We rested a bit and they drove home as usual.
The uncle told this story to everyone, the village said: "Alesya drove the devil!"
Part four - firsthand
Restless Soul
“I was 7 years old then - in the spring of 1994. We lived in Lida. Our house had 4 rooms. Three were occupied by my elder brother and parents, one - by grandmother Olya and grandfather Volodya. I loved my grandfather very much, and he loved me too. But that year my grandfather died. I was very afraid of death and funeral. And the night after the grandfather was buried, it began …
I have always believed in the life of the dead and in the fact that they can appear to living people … Everyone was already asleep, only I could not sleep: the cemetery, the coffin, the crying of people were before my eyes. But somehow I fell asleep. And suddenly my eyes opened. I looked out the window, my heart was beating twice as fast. Footsteps were heard near the bed, the floor creaked more and more often. I could hear the heavy breathing of a man. And I realized that it was my grandfather. I was very scared, I couldn't even scream or call my brother. I pulled the covers over myself, hid with my head, it was hard for me to breathe. And then at the head I heard breathing and footsteps in place. I could no longer breathe, opened the blanket - and then everything disappeared. I hardly fell asleep, because I was afraid that everything could happen again.
The next day, I didn't say anything to my parents. I only shared it with my brother, but he did not believe me. We agreed that if this happens again, I will wake him up and we will sleep together. And so it happened: the same thing began. I called my brother Dima, he woke up and turned on the light. I quickly ran to his bed. We turned off the light. For a long time nothing was heard. But after a while everything started all over again. Dima was terrified. He is 4 years older than me. And he was just as scared as I am. We covered ourselves with a blanket and shivered, and then turned on the light - and everything disappeared. We slept in the same bed with the lights on. In the morning we told everything to mom, dad and grandmother, but they didn’t believe us. On the third day, nothing happened.
A month and a half later, my grandmother told us that 40 days before her grandfather's death, she did not sleep a single night: she heard the whispers of some people, the stamping of feet, the creak of the floor. She always saw a dwarf hanging from a chandelier in the center of the room. She told how the first time she was afraid of this man and covered herself with a blanket, and then she got used to it and even dared to turn on the light. But the man hung and did not disappear. Then his grandmother told him:
- Hanging here - hang! And I don't care about you.
After these words, she no longer saw the dwarf. But I heard whispers and footsteps. Once the grandmother could not stand it and began to swear, driving away this evil spirits from herself. And this did not happen again. Grandma lost weight, ate poorly, talked to herself. We wanted to call a doctor, but 40 days passed and she began to recover."
Ghost daughter
“One woman from our village has a daughter died. Mother could not be comforted for a long time, she kept crying and crying. There is such a belief that when a mother cries a lot for her child, it is very difficult for him in the next world. The child walks around all wet and carries a jar of tears with him.
And then someone told the mother that she could see her dead daughter. For this to happen, she needs to go to church for all the saints at night. The souls of dead people should pass there at a late hour. And when the daughter comes, you need to cover the candle.
Mother went to the church, took a candle with her, stood and looked. As 12 o'clock struck, souls began to march. They walked for a long time, but still there was no daughter. Mother looks, waits. Finally, her daughter was the last to leave. All wet and carrying a jar of tears. The girl saw her mother and wanted to throw this jug with tears at her. But the mother managed to put out the candle, and the daughter did not see where to throw. The mother left the church and no longer cried for her daughter."
Relative witch
“They buried my father. He died already old, at 83 years old. But all the same it was a pity for him - the man was good. The whole village gathered, relatives came together. Zinka, a relative, albeit distant, came from Baranovichi. Everyone said she was a witch. Her eyes were really bad. As he looks at a small child, he does not sleep all night, crying. Zinka was not liked for this. She knew about her unusual abilities, was afraid of bad rumors. And when she came somewhere where there are children, as if joking, she spat three times.
She came into the house. I told my brother and my mother: "Be careful that you don't throw or take anything, because she conjures." They watched her. They carried out the coffin with my father, went in a funeral procession to the cemetery at the other end of the village. Near the grave, the priest prayed, we said goodbye. And the dead man in the coffin is tied with a string for evenness (we tied it with a bandage). Before lowering the lid, you need to untie the strings and throw them to the bottom of the grave, otherwise the dead person in the next world will have trouble walking. I just started to shoot them, like Zinka to me. Says: "Let me take off." People said that such ropes from the deceased could heal various diseases. This is such an old magic. I did not give her the bandages, I stuck it into my mother's hand. And she, not to throw into the grave, but put it in her pocket. The father was buried.
We returned to the house for the commemoration. We sat at the table. Everyone started to disperse. We went to a hanger, picked up old clothes. And there, under her, a nail is hammered into the wooden wall. As if someone could not knock loudly and once or twice slightly hit, covered with rags. The old people said that this evil was attached to the house. Zinka did this, there is no one else. You can't keep track of her all the time. The nail was pulled out of the wall and thrown over the left shoulder at an intersection just before dawn.
Mom, not knowing, tried to heal with her father's ropes of salt in her knees. She spoke, sat down in a chair, pulled these bound bandages on her legs, and she became so scared. It seemed as if there was someone's presence, someone was standing near her. The hair stood on end. She took off the strings and it was all over. If you don't know, don't get involved in witchcraft. Old people advised to give the ropes back to the grave. And my mother went to the cemetery, dug a small hole in the grave and put the ropes there.
I have nothing to do with Zinka. At least we see each other in the village sometimes. Everyone is afraid of her, not only in the house, even in the yard. For it will conjure."
An incident on a carol night
“Once, when I was still a very little girl, an unusual incident happened to me. Now I remember it as if everything was yesterday.
My parents are of different denominations, so we celebrate all the saints twice. The story I want to tell about happened on Catholic Christmas, on a Christmas carol night.
Evening came. There were 12 dishes on the table for a long time. Hay lay under the tablecloth. In general, hay was everywhere: on the floor, on the street, around the table, the rest was usually put in a corner, and then fed to the animals. The first star appeared in the sky, everyone sat down at the table. They usually started with "kuzzi", and then you could eat everything else. When everyone had dinner and parted, only my parents remained in the house, me and my older brother.
My brother was then 15. His parents gave him his room, so he slept separately. And I slept with my parents in a large hall, where there was a table at which the whole family dined. The parents were lying on their bed, and my little crib was next to the stove.
Before going to bed, dad opened the window and said that our ancestors might fly in for dinner tonight. Then I did not pay attention to the words of the dad. But in the middle of the night I woke up to the fact that the whole room was filled with some kind of artificial light. It even made its way through the holes in my blanket. And then I saw a man who was sitting at the table. At that moment, he looked at me. He had blue eyes, it seemed to me, even good-natured. He was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and tie. Then he looked at my parents, who were sleeping peacefully. And then I noticed that this man had no legs. Where my legs should have been was my red wheeled child's horse.
I really got scared. I looked at the icon, it was glowing, like everyone else in that room. Light came from a person, from his clothes, hands, fingers. It was an unusual light, not the same as during the day or from a lantern. I have never seen such a light with rays in my life, and probably never will. I didn't know what to do: call my parents, run to my brother? But instead, I covered my head with a blanket and after a while fell asleep.
In the morning, of course, I told my parents everything. My father listened silently, and then showed me the photograph. It was he, the spirit that I saw at night! And then my dad told me that he had an older brother who died before I was born. A building board fell on him and crushed his legs. He died in intensive care at 38 years old.
It turns out that at the age of 5, the spirit of my own uncle came to Kolyada. If this is true, then where was he before and where is he now? This question has been worrying mankind for more than one millennium …"
The incident at Kromani
“There was a woman in our area, her name was like Valya. She did not want to believe what was told about Crooman. Like, people are bullshitting.
One day in the spring a woman went on a cart to a neighboring village - she wanted to buy piglets. But for some reason she didn't bargain, she didn't like those pigs, and the woman went back. This village was behind the forest. But the woman stopped by to visit her friend, could not pass her yard.
My friend was very happy, let's run around the stove, set the table. The women sat down, drank some liqueurs, and had supper. Word by word, conversation after conversation, they did not notice how time flew by.
It was getting dark. Valya looked out the window, and it was already dark outside. And the woman hurried home. A friend began to ask her not to go and stay overnight. Dissuaded from driving past Kromani at night. Because no one dares to pass there at such a time. Valya did not pay attention to these requests. Because I never believed in human stories. And she had an important reason to return home - she left the children and the household to the neighbors. Worried about the house. Yes, and Valya was stubborn: she would drive something into her head, and then she never listens.
- Look: there is a full moon in the sky, it can be seen as during the day. I'll get there quickly.
She said goodbye to her friend, sat on the cart and drove Valya home.
When I approached Kromani, I suddenly felt behind my back some kind of ringing, stamping, noise. The woman did not look back, because she felt someone's presence and horror seized her. As she later said, if she turned, she would die of fear. Valya drove the horse faster. But soon “something” hit her from behind on the shoulder. And the woman fell to the ground, lost consciousness. When I came to, I saw that the horse was leaning against a tree. Somehow the poor fellow gathered strength, got on a cart and drove him to his village.
After this incident, a woman fell ill. Every day she got worse and worse. Less than a week later, she died. People who washed the deceased said that they saw a trace on her shoulder that resembled a palm."