From the author: For the first time, I learned about a strange house in Vichugsky district (Ivanovo region), full of all kinds of evil spirits, about three years ago - my old friend Olga NAUMOVA told me about it. However, then I did not attach much importance to her words: you never know what can be imagined in the middle of the night in a cold hut?
At the end of November 2013, I was able to see the mysterious house myself and take some photos. And on April 17, Olga, the owner of the house, called me and, having briefly told the eerie details of her last trip there, invited me to come back to the same house, unless, of course, I was afraid. I agreed and on April 19 I came to visit Olga.
The consecration of the house for some reason failed
The same house
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At first glance, a completely ordinary house located near the village of Kuznetsovo in the Vichugsky district and formerly owned by a second cousin on the paternal side, Olga NAUMOVA, a 39-year-old resident of Ivanova, spoke with a frown.
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- I am skeptical about evil spirits, to be honest. And are there evil spirits in this house? I remember that on the first night, when I stayed in the hut, inherited back in the 90s, out of the corner of my eye I saw the shadow of a man. I felt uncomfortable, but I did not tell anyone about it.
The deceased owner of the house - Nina Yegorovna - Olga knew only from photographs.
- Many who came here with me tried to avoid spending the night: either the brownie scares them, then the devils trample the roof (this is when a characteristic grinding is heard overhead). Once I came here with my children and husband, went to bed. And there was no sleep, I toss and turn. I hear the little one fiddling around, running in, woke up, the elder calling the younger one into the big room. I got up, went to them, turn on the light - no one is in the room, no one is running, and the children are watching their tenth dream, - Olga told me.
After these words, an unpleasant chill went down my spine.
When I first got into this house in November, I immediately came across an old mirror in a wooden frame, standing in the entrance. As the owner of the house explained to me then, they tried to hang the mirror more than once, but to no avail - it invariably "slides" from the nails down to the floor. In my current visit, nothing has changed - the mirror still slides down.
- I've never been scared in this house. But I don't like spending the night here. Do you remember that back in November last year you offered me to consecrate the house, to which I immediately agreed. After all, then I agreed with the priest, but at the last moment everything for some reason fell through, - Olga told me.
Potential buyer turned out to be superstitious
I followed the hostess into a clean living room and then distinctly heard someone walking in the kitchen. However, everyone who was in the house - Olga, me and her husband - were standing next to each other at that time. I felt somehow uneasy.
Then Olga brought me several photographs taken in the attic of the house at different times. Small bats were captured on them.
- Here's how to get them out? One or two appear when I put strangers in this house to sleep.
We went up to the attic. Even during my November visit here, we found a horse clamp. Fairly shabby, in the inner part the clamp was pierced with needles and wrapped with twine. Having photographed the find, I hastened to return the clamp to its place.
But the "interestingness" did not end there
- In the cellar of the house, my husband and I recently found four small pots - such small earthenware jugs filled to the brim with earth. We stood in the corners. My husband and I were afraid to touch them - similar pots are in the attic, also in the corners. A familiar woman suggested that it was such a kind of amulet, they say, the aunt dabbled in "this part" (was engaged in witchcraft - Ed.).
I began to ask my uncle about this, who remembered the former mistress of the house, but he just threw up his hands - no one really knows anything about her, - Olga told me. - My aunt had a neighbor, Marinka, who, as they said, took away a married man. Either the aunt herself "had an eye on him", or it was a pity for the peasant's family, but she quarreled with Marina and after her said something like: "You got the damn thing in the mine, you live well, it hurts!" My uncle said that after that the neighbor suffered from terrible contractions and died.
Local residents do not know anything about the mysterious house. It looks like an ordinary one-story building, nothing remarkable.
- I wanted to sell this house, and in June 2013 a buyer came to me, a resident of the capital. He was looking for a house in the vicinity of Semigorye, and he really liked our house - strong, well-behaved. We agreed on the price. When they walked around and looked, I went forward - I was the first to be outside the threshold, and a dusty ceramic teapot covered with cobwebs almost fell on my guest's head from nowhere.
Shattered to smithereens right on the threshold, the splinter hit the Muscovite in the ankle. He turned out to be a superstitious person, he changed his mind to buy a house, - Olga told me. - I would not count this case in the treasury of my aunt's house, if on the same day, having seen off the guest, I had not found a horse shoe above the threshold (on the very shelf from which the kettle crashed). Real, trampled. There was nothing else on the shelf. Apparently, the deceased aunt or the forces guarding the house were against the idea of selling it to a stranger.
I had a clear feeling that someone was standing behind my back
Then Olga decided to put the house in order in order to come there for the first time for a long time - to have a rest this summer.
- A couple of months ago, when it got warmer, on the weekend my husband and I went to check our house. And during the "global" cleaning, we climbed into the attic, which had previously been only briefly examined: they found there several clay pots with an incomprehensible liquid, like mastic, but the worst thing, in my opinion, were wooden and straw crosses, piled up in a bunch. Small, no more than 20 cm in length and width, - Olga told me. - There were also some branches tied with threads and either sealed with something, or filled with wax, or rolled up in wax. The husband offered to wash everything there and burn the finds. And so they did.
Olga told me in detail about the vision, or rather, the sensation that visited her and her husband that same night in the house. It should be noted right away that the woman does not use alcohol and drugs, does not smoke. She works as an accountant in a construction company, and in general is rational enough to give free rein to her imagination.
- I slept on my stomach. The husband is on the next bed, prone. I woke up in the middle of the night either from his snoring, or on my own - I can't say. But suddenly they ran along the back, over the skin, as if they ran fingers (as they rattle on the table). Half asleep, I was scared, but I could not move. Then the tapping became stronger, as if the keys were played with cold fingers. I had a clear feeling that someone was standing behind my back.
At that moment, it flashed over the ear: "Attention … What was your name?" I still couldn't move. It was like dancing on the back! At that moment, my husband began to moan in his sleep, he was spinning from side to side, I, an absolutely irreligious person, suddenly realized that I had to turn to someone for protection. And in my head there were fragmentary lines from "Our Father". After that, I immediately fell asleep. The next morning, my husband asked carefully how I slept. I told him about my feelings. He did not go into details, but it was clear: in a dream he experienced about the same as I did - in reality.
“On our next visit, we took holy water and icons with us, placed them inside the house,” Olga told me. - True, they found a bunch of crosses again - in another part of the house. It was decided not to touch them - just in case.
After listening to Holguin's story, I suddenly changed my mind about staying in this house for the night. When I told the hostess about this, Olga laughed:
- Well, that's right, there is no need to tickle the nerves … My husband and I decided that we would go on vacation in the summer somewhere else.
Polina ELIZAROVA, Vichugsky district
