It has long been known that in the so-called "houses of sorrow" - in buildings where hospitals, prisons and almshouses were located, repositories of human suffering - there are countless legends about ghosts.
Take, for example, the building on Sukharevskaya, where the well-known Sklifosofsky Institute for Emergency Medicine is located. Once it housed the hospice of Count Sheremetev, and later - a hospital for the poor. Many patients died within its walls without repentance, and, according to legend, their restless souls still wander in the dungeons under hospital buildings. Occasionally, staff or patients will see strange people dressed in rags.
But there are also modern ghosts in Sklif. One of the Moscow diggers on duty got into the basement floor of the institute and at one moment saw a transparent spot on the ceiling, which gradually turned into the figure of a woman in a nightgown. However, not even a moment passed when the stain disappeared, he did not even have time to show it to anyone. On the same day, the digger was injured and ended up in the traumatology department of this institute. In the emergency room, they laid him on a couch, and just at that time the corpse of a woman was driven past him on a gurney, in whom he immediately recognized that woman from the ceiling. One of the orderlies said it was a suicide woman who had just been brought in by ambulance.
In general, such ghosts are probably found in any hospital. One of my colleagues was in the 80s in an old hospital in our city. This hospital was made of wood and was located on the territory of the Regional (now it, like many others, has been gone for a long time, they have already been demolished). She underwent a rather complicated operation, after which she retired for a long time after anesthesia.
It so happened that she was alone in the recovery room. From time to time the nurse came in and gave an injection of promedol, and she again fell into oblivion. On the second day after the operation, she woke up in the late afternoon and suddenly heard a soft moan. Turning her head, she saw that she was no longer alone in the ward: another patient was lying on the next bed. She was apparently still under anesthesia. Soon she fell asleep and woke up only in the morning.
The sun was shining brightly through the window. There was no one on the next bed. “Has she already been discharged? Can not be! she thought. And when the nurse entered the room, her first question was about a new patient: where did they transfer her so quickly? The nurse looked at her in surprise and replied that no one had operated on yet, because there were no surgeons on weekends, only the doctor on duty. Then my colleague, to her horror, realized that she had seen a ghost. I remembered the hospital tales of the roommates, who told that it was in this room that many patients saw a moaning woman who mysteriously disappeared in the morning.
In one ulus, somewhere in the middle of the last century, a new hospital was built, and the old, barrack-type, built in the first years of Soviet power, was given to hospital workers for housing. Naturally, the new settlers soon began to complain that this building had a very bad aura. Whoever could, immediately moved to other housing, gradually they began to settle there not hospital workers - young teachers or other lonely specialists. In the fall, two young teachers of elementary grades settled in one room, who came to this village in the direction after graduating from the teacher's college. Of course, no one told them that the building was not good, no one lived there for a long time.
The girls were still very young, and besides they were Komsomol members, they didn't really believe in ghosts. They settled in, began to work, and very soon one of them, a more nimble one, had a local gentleman. And by the New Year they got married, and the girl moved in with her husband. The second girl was either more picky, or more serious, or maybe she already had a groom in the city, at least she did not make any acquaintances and lived alone in her room.
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Through the wall lived a hospital nurse who worked at night, and on the other side, a couple who lived there blocked the corridor and had their own exit to the street. So the girl had no one to communicate with especially, and she herself was closed by nature. So, at first, none of her colleagues paid attention to the oddities in her behavior until she was hospitalized. It turned out that at night she began to hear someone's voices, strange sounds, groans, and then the ghost of a man began to come to her, persuading her to become his night wife …
Sometimes a string of shadows passed through her room. The poor girl began to sleep poorly at night, often woke up, became very nervous … The only friend, the one who got married, was pregnant, and the girl did not want to upset her with terrible stories. And then, it seemed to her that no one would believe her, they would laugh, all the more ashamed to talk about a man of the night … In the end, her psyche could not stand it, she began to talk, behave more than strange. She was first taken to a regional hospital, and from there she was sent to the city, to a mental hospital. They say she was cured after all. But she never returned to this village.
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Even more ghost stories are associated with prisons. Indeed, in these buildings the largest number of murders, executions, torture and poisoning were committed.
One of the most famous London buildings - Tower Prison, according to experts, is simply teeming with ghosts. Its most important attraction is the ghost of Anne Boleyn, the wife of King Henry VIII, accused by her paranoid husband not only of adultery, but also of incest and an attempt to cast a spell on him.
According to legend, she always appears from the room in which she was held before execution, in a white robe, and on the eve of the anniversary of her death, she solemnly appears in the corridors in a dark silk dress and without a head. She holds her head under her arm. She is the only officially recognized tower ghost. In London in the sixteenth century, a legend was born about the ghost of the Black Dog, which appeared on the eve of executions at night, when the court hearings were held.
It was said that the ghost lives in Newgate Prison and a terrible story is connected with his appearance. Like, in the twelfth century, during the reign of King Henry II, a local sorcerer was thrown into this prison. Naturally, the conditions of detention of prisoners in those days were simply appalling, people suffered so much from hunger and cold that some became cannibals. Among the victims of such cannibals was that sorcerer. Soon after he was killed and eaten by inmates, the Black Dog phantom appeared and killed the assassins. Since then, he has been seen more than once within the walls of the prison and in the vicinity of the city.
And in the famous Butyrka, in its old buildings, according to rumors, there is a walled up cell where the ghost of a prisoner lives, imprisoned there during the time of Catherine II. In the early 90s, the management of another prison, Matrosskaya Tishina, turned to the Museum of Anomalous Phenomena for advice. The reason for this unexpected treatment was the numerous complaints of prisoners, who said that at night they clearly heard someone's voices, and some even saw some obscure figures. In addition, it turned out that the ghost also scratched the guard dog. However, the work of the specialists on anomalous phenomena did not bring any results, possibly for the reason that the specialists were not allowed to meet with the prisoners.
In the late sixties and at the very beginning of the seventies, our university did not have as many hostels as it does now. Sometimes the city allocated completely unexpected buildings for student dormitories. One of them was located on Dzerzhinsky Street. Once, before the revolution, this old stone building belonged to some kind of merchant-winemaker. Then there was the building of the city, either the police, or the prison, in the basement of which the prisoners were kept. And the senior students of our philological faculty at one time lived in this gloomy building. And some saw there the ghosts of a woman crawling on the floor, chained. Many heard groans, slurred voices and the clanging of chains. Thank God that in our time this building was no longer a student dormitory. And then, fortunately, they demolished it.
Yana PROTODYAKONOVA
