Is the ability to possess black magic inherited? Yes, and we wrote about this more than once. Paranormal experts also claim that strength, energy and obsession are often passed from one generation to the next, from mother to daughter. In confirmation of this, the real story of an eyewitness.
A family of witches. By eyewitness Alexander Andreevich
It happened in 1987. Then I was a 19-year-old boy, studied at a school, and at the same time worked on a collective farm. There was a strange family in our village, consisting of three women: grandmother, mother and daughter. They lived in isolation in their own home, with little contact with other people. Grandma Valya was an extremely unpleasant person, a crooked old woman, and gave the impression of a witch: untidy gray hair, huge warts on her face, she always walked in incomprehensible rags. When I walked through the village, I constantly muttered something to myself, it was already scary. Her murmur was that she cursed everything and everyone. If someone offended Baba Valya, then the offender's life immediately went downhill: either the cattle would die, then the house would burn down, or even lay down with illness. The grandmother did not love her daughter, Regina. Neighbors constantly heard swearing in their house. However,Regina was really a good-for-nothing woman: in her youth she loved to walk, and even now she kissed the bottle. Young, she could leave home for several months, ostensibly to work. However, everyone in the village knew that she had moved to the new hahar. Valya often drove her daughter out of the house, and put damage to her boyfriends: the poor fellows either drowned in the river, or they were very sick.
Regina had a daughter, Elvira. Oddly enough, not walking up, the girl was born in legal marriage. Regina managed to marry a guy, by the way, very traveling. They lived together for exactly a year, but the boy decided that it was better to pay alimony than to live with witches. He divorced Regina, and six months later he crashed to death on his motorcycle. Many in the village believed that Baba Valya helped him.
Elvira was better than grandmother and mother. She was not bad in face and figure, sociable, but because of her family they were afraid of her. Because of this, Elvira grew up spiteful: either she takes a guy away from some girl, or at school she will do something wrong. The village guys clung to her like flies to shit, in the truest sense of the word: if they sleep, get out.
When Elvira was finishing tenth grade, her mother died. She came back drunk from the next bunny, fell and hit her head on a stone. They said it was grandmother's tricks. But three months later Baba Valya herself died too. Then they began to look askance at Elvira, they say, the grandmother taught her granddaughter witchcraft, and she killed her from the white world.
It was then that Elvira laid eyes on my best friend Petka Rebrov. Everyone saw this: at the dance club Elvira constantly clung to him, begging to see him home. But Petka had a girlfriend, Julia. And poor Yulia, Elvira began to intimidate. She said that she should go from Petya, otherwise, they say, it will be bad.
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On November 7, who does not know - such was the holiday, Petka, like many others that day, was tipsy. Elvira took advantage of this and invited the guy to her home, to talk, to drink moonshine. And he, the fool, went.
At five in the morning there was a knock on my door. I open the door - Petka. Lost and haggard He said that all night Elvira had … slept with her.
I sat him down, poured a hundred grams and let's ask how it happened.
“I came to her, they banged the moonshine. And she kept saying that she loves me, they say, why do I need this terrible Julia, if I am so beautiful? She asked to marry me. And I drink and feel that my mind is getting cloudy. Maybe she gave me something. I think that's all, it's time to go home. She began to restrain me, then … Everything was in a fog, Andreich. Repeatedly. An hour ago I woke up, it became scary. It's a shame to go to Yulka, I decided to come to you."
Everything was quiet for a couple of months. Elvira did not particularly bother her friend, Petka got involved in his old life, began to think about the wedding with Yulia, the parents were already preparing a dowry. I was the only one who knew what happened that night.
Time passed, and Elvira came to Petkin's parents and showed them her belly. Yes, she was pregnant. Petya's parents, of course, did not want their son to marry this witch. They offered her good money. But his friend probably knew that she would not leave him so easily, and married her. A month and a half later, they played a simple wedding. There were few guests at the wedding. Of my friends, I am the only one, and Elvira did not have any. Immediately after the wedding, the newlyweds left the village. The connection with my best friend was cut off for many years.
About twenty years have passed. I already lived in St. Petersburg. I got married, everything was excellent with me. The Soviet Union collapsed, I, as they said then, began to spin, I opened my own business. And so, I was walking along Peter, and Petka, who had grown thin and haggard, met me. At first he did not recognize me, but when he did, he was as happy as a small child. I took him to my house, and under the cognac he told me everything.
“Everything is bad, Andreich. I wasted my life. After the wedding we left for Leningrad. They rented a room in a hostel, I could not stay in the village. I was ashamed to look people in the eyes, especially Yulka and her parents. Elvira did not give birth to a child - a miscarriage happened. I was already overjoyed. I thought I could leave. But no. “If you think about leaving,” he says, “I’ll write a statement to the police that you stabbed me with a knife.” And he takes a large kitchen knife and slashes himself in the stomach, so that the intestines were visible. And not a cry, stands and smiles, and blood flows from the belly. The devil in the flesh, she was not afraid of pain. My cousin sister, Anya, do you remember her? She told me that once they cooked something together with her, and Elvira's wedding dress fell into a pot of boiling water. And this devil just calmly took it out with her bare hand. And there were many such cases. I could not stand it, I got a mistress. So what do you think? A week later, the girl was run over by a train. And at home what was happening - I was afraid to come home from work. All the crosses are upside down, some kind of grass, and at night she muttered all kinds of heresy … How many times did I want to leave her. And she immediately grabs the kitchen knife. I could not resist, Andreich. I hacked him with an ax. Into small pieces. Yes, they put me in prison, I came out recently on parole. 25 gave, served 18. You know, then I was not afraid of prison, and was not afraid of death. The prosecutor, by the way, asked for a watchtower (capital punishment in the USSR is execution). And I asked God to give it, I didn't want to live. And now I don’t want to live, every night the devil comes to me in my dreams, I feel her presence constantly”.and at night she muttered all kinds of heresy … How many times did I want to leave her. And she immediately grabs the kitchen knife. I could not resist, Andreitch. I hacked him with an ax. Into small pieces. Yes, they put me in prison, I came out recently on parole. 25 gave, served 18. You know, then I was not afraid of prison, and I was not afraid of death. The prosecutor, by the way, asked for a watchtower (the capital punishment in the USSR is execution). And I asked God to give it, I didn't want to live. And now I don’t want to live, every night the devil comes to me in my dreams, I feel her presence constantly”.and at night she muttered all kinds of heresy … How many times did I want to leave her. And she immediately grabs the kitchen knife. I could not resist, Andreitch. I hacked to death with an ax. Into small pieces. Yes, they put me in prison, I just came out on parole. 25 gave, served 18. You know, then I was not afraid of prison, and I was not afraid of death. The prosecutor, by the way, asked for a watchtower (the capital punishment in the USSR is execution). And I asked God to give it, I didn't want to live. And now I don’t want to live, every night the devil comes to me in my dreams, I feel her presence constantly”. I asked for a tower (the capital punishment in the USSR is execution). And I asked God to give it, I didn't want to live. And now I don’t want to live, every night the devil comes to me in my dreams, I feel her presence constantly”. I asked for a tower (the capital punishment in the USSR is execution). And I asked God to give it, I didn't want to live. And now I don’t want to live, every night the devil comes to me in my dreams, I feel her presence constantly”.
