Photo: A strange legend surrounds a railroad crossing in southern San Antonio, Texas. They say that there was an accident in which several schoolchildren died, whose ghosts remained in this area and from time to time they push the standing cars to the crossing, although the road goes up. Andy's daughter and Debi Chesney with a few friends recently went to the move to check the legend. The girl took several pictures - in one of them you can see a transparent figure.
Experts say that ghosts are not vindictive, but there are exceptions. For example, a series of suicides of young people on Palm Island, 60 kilometers north of Australia, is explained by the revenge of the black spirit
Revenge of the giant spirit
Aborigines, big and kind people, lived and lived on Palm Island, but sailors from an American ship arrived, captured a group of savages, took them home and sold the unfortunate Australians to the circus. Tambo, the tallest, but also the most vulnerable of all, could not bear the shame and died. The body of the giant was embalmed and exhibited in one of the museums in New York. A century later, an Australian millionaire, obsessed with the idea of atonement for the sins of white people before the aborigines, bought a museum piece, transported it to the island and buried it. After some time, a real panic began among the white population of the island. The young men began to complain to their parents that a terrible, huge aborigine with burning eyes came to them at night. He holds a spear in one hand and a rope noose in the other. These stories were not given much importance,until one by one young people began to voluntarily leave this life, choosing death by hanging. Rumors began to creep that it was the spirit of Tambo avenging humiliation and violent separation from his homeland. Families in which boys grow up are leaving the island en masse …
He avenged his torment
Petersburg schoolboy Vasily B., together with his friend, decided "for the sake of experiment" to throw a stray cat into the staircase from the twelfth floor. Dropped and slowly finished off the dying animal with a stick. Two weeks later, both friends were standing on a half-empty suburban platform, which was approaching a train. Suddenly, a cat appeared on the platform about ten meters away - an exact copy of the victim. The schoolchildren have not yet had time to realize this fact, and the cat has already headed straight towards them, increasing in size with each step. The guys couldn't budge. Approaching them by three meters, the cat-monster with fiery glowing eyes fell to the ground and jumped forward. Vasily B., who was standing on the edge of the platform, fell directly under the wheels of a suitable train.
He threw stones at me
“A special place in American folklore is occupied by the legends about“demons of darkness”attacking people and destroying homes. In Gloucester, Massachusetts, these invisible aggressors kept an entire military garrison at bay until they were put to flight by silver-plated bullets and chaplains prayers. Salem witches also liked sometimes to throw "stones out of nowhere." So the Portsmouth "devil" stone thrower is part of a tradition that goes back more than two centuries. Since this kind of phenomenon most often turns out to be an act of revenge, carried out by an angry spirit, it would be unfair to place all the responsibility on the "main" Devil.
But first things first. A widow lived in a small house on a piece of land not far from the New Hampshire port. The site, due to its convenient location, attracted John Walton; since the woman had neither money nor powerful friends, he accused her of witchcraft and - either with the help of court tricks, or brute force - took possession of someone else's property. Having received what he wanted, he removed all charges from the widow, but she cursed her former house, promising that the new owner would not know happiness in it and would not gain wealth.
Walton laughed, advised the old woman to get out and moved into a new house with the whole family. Once on Sunday, at one o'clock in the morning, when the household slept in a peaceful sleep, there was a terrifying roar: the roof and doors crackled under a hail of stones. The Waltons woke up immediately.
At first, everyone decided that the house was attacked by the Indians, but looking outside, the owner did not see a soul in the desert fields. It only seemed strange to him that the gate seemed to be lifted from its hinges.
Walton stepped over the threshold, but was immediately forced to retreat: a real stone squall fell on his head. The family rushed to nail down the doors and windows, but this did not help. Red-hot cobblestones began to roll down the pipe, which it was impossible to even touch. Moreover, the stones began to somehow fly into the house through the windows, without breaking the glass. All the candles in the house were immediately extinguished. One by one, various objects began to fly into the air and fly out. A "disembodied" hand appeared behind the glass and began to knock on the window. Locks, keys and bolts began to bend and flatten as if under the blow of an invisible hammer. The cheese press hit the wall, and the cheese disappeared altogether. Haystacks in the field scattered, and hay hung on bushes and trees. For a long time Walton could not leave the house: the invisible man immediately began to bombard him with stones. Bell,a candle, a witch's broth - nothing helped."
The ghost of the Kuznetsk bridge
Charming Zhuzhu worked as a fashion model in one of the fashion houses on Kuznetsky Most. She was the mistress of the famous entrepreneur and philanthropist Savva Morozov. One morning in 1905, Zhuzhu was driving in a carriage along Kuznetsky Most when she suddenly heard a newspaper boy screaming: "Savva Morozov committed suicide in Nice!" Zhuzhu jumped out of the carriage to buy a newspaper and fell under the wheels of a carriage driving in the opposite lane. The girl was taken to the hospital, but despite the efforts of the doctors, she died. After dark, in a gateway on Kuznetsky Most, the corpse of a young newspaperman was found strangled by a woman's stocking. As the examination established, the stocking belonged to Zhuzh, although her body was already stored in the morgue. Since then, the peddlers have never appeared on this street again. And the cabbies, fearing the revenge of the fashion model,reluctantly agreed to call in at Kuznetsky Most after dark. Now Juju can be seen on warm spring and summer nights. A tall, slender girl in white seems to be sliding along the street without touching the pavement with her feet.