Vera N. Prokofievna from Kiev, who asked not to indicate her last name, told the following story.
“A friend came to visit me once. We sat down to dinner with her, and it was already half past ten. Suddenly we hear the door open. Then it closes, and someone comes up to us with light steps. We got scared and wanted to jump out of the window from the second floor in panic.
The invisible footsteps ceased to sound, and we felt that someone was standing in front of us and was staring at us. An attempt to throw myself out of the window out of fear ended in nothing. We were unable to budge. They could not even utter a word - such was the constraint.
The terrible feeling of someone else's presence in the house lasted for about five minutes. Then footsteps rang out again. Someone invisible strode to the door. It opened and closed, the door lock clicked …
And then there was another very terrible incident in my life.
My late mother lived at that time in Belarus, in a remote village, and I - in Kiev. And then one of the January nights I couldn't sleep. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The blow was one, but unusually strong. Then I heard the door in the hallway suddenly opened by itself, followed by it, and also by itself the door leading from the hallway to the room.
An icy, frosty wind blew at me from the opened door. I jumped out of bed, looked with horror at the spontaneously flung open door. In the night twilight I saw - an unusually tall and wide-shouldered man in a strange white cloak was standing in the hallway.
His head was covered with a cape. Something glittered in his right hand - long, metal, like a sword. The face is large, but very thin. The most amazing thing: fiery eyes shone from deep eye sockets, burning like light bulbs.
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This monster stood rooted to the spot in the hallway and looked at me.
My heart burst from my chest with fear. I screamed that I had strength and rushed to the window, not taking my eyes off the monster. But then the stranger turned over his shoulder and headed for the exit. At the same time, he loudly and clearly pronounced only one single word: "mother."
Then he opened the door, stepped over the threshold and slammed the door behind him with a bang … But I still could not come to my senses. My heart was pounding, there was such a strong general weakness that I could hardly turn on the light in the room.
In the morning, a telegram arrived notifying that my mother had died at two in the morning."
