I didn't really believe in mysticism. But after two stories - one of them happened in our family, the other - with good acquaintances - I have to admit: after all, the supernatural exists.
In January 2015, after a serious and long illness, my dad died. Mom after his death was left all alone. My husband Zhenya and I live in a city not far from my native village, where my mother lives, so we visit her almost every weekend.
One weekend in the summer, my mother asked Zhenya to paint the roof of the house. On one side of the building, the roof had a drain. Therefore, painting there was not difficult: there was something to rest your feet on. But on the other side there was no drain at the roof.
As a result, having painted the "light" half, Zhenya decided to continue working the next day. He said that he would have to make rope belay. Mom was very worried - God forbid, the son-in-law will break down.
The next morning, my husband told a dream that he had that night:
- I am standing in the city at a bus stop and waiting for the bus. My father-in-law comes up to me. He greeted, asked how you were, thanked for helping my mother. He asked me to say hello to all those close to me. I was about to leave and finally said: "Be careful."
Mom, having heard the story, was not herself all day. She said that you always need to listen to what the dead who came in a dream say. She was very afraid that Zhenya would fall off the roof. But the repair work ended well.
It would seem a happy ending! But three days later, Zhenya got into a car accident. I was driving home from work, the wheel of the car got into a hole, the tire burst. Zhenya lost control, the car turned over.
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He was badly hurt. So much so that I even told him: they say, he made me a gift for the wedding anniversary - he stayed alive. This, it turns out, is what Daddy warned about …
Another story happened in the family of my mother's friend Aunt Lyuba. Aunt Lyuba's husband Sasha fell ill. For a very long time he did not agree to be hospitalized.
When it got really bad, he was taken by ambulance to the regional hospital. They put him in a ward for seriously ill patients. And, interestingly, on the very bed on which his mother-in-law died five years ago.
One morning Uncle Sasha told his wife, who had come to visit him, that he had a dream:
- I dreamed about your mother today. She took my hand and said: “Come with me, don't be afraid. Come on, do you know how good it is? I started to struggle, did not go with her.
Uncle Sasha died two days after this conversation. Apparently, he nevertheless agreed to go with his mother-in-law to where it is so good …
By the way, when my father died, he was already delirious talking to his mother. The difference in the dates of their death is 44 years and three days.
Yulia DLINOVA, Balashov, Saratov region.