Between the wolf and the dog - this is the name of the interval of night, which begins at three o'clock. It is believed that this time is the darkest, most mysterious and mysterious. It is still far from dawn, the light forces are sleeping peacefully, and the black ones are doing their dark deeds. If at this moment you are not in the city, then it is better to sit out these hours behind closed doors. Do not wander through the forests and fields, if you do not want to meet with an unknown force, which has power over the world for several hours, until the first crow of cocks.
But even if you are under a safe roof and in the city, you cannot feel completely safe. Listen to the sounds coming from the street. Notice how often ambulances rush through the streets at these moments. This is no coincidence. Most deaths, dangerous attacks and exacerbations occur at this time. From three to five in the morning. How often do you wake up in the middle of the night? If so, take a look at your watch - you will see that most awakenings occur during this period of the night. Is it hard to breathe, chest tight with longing, stupid and terrible thoughts spinning in your head? Most likely, the clock is three o'clock after midnight.
As if someone huge and unforgiving is joking, amusing themselves with our fears. The heart starts pounding like crazy, then it skips several beats at once. An incomprehensible spasm tightens my throat, it seems that there is not enough air, I want to get up and turn on the light. Yes, smart and well-read people will say - these are just signs of a panic attack. But look at the clock - isn't it three hours after midnight on the dial?
In the hour between the wolf and the dog, the world plunges into a state of trance. At this moment, portals between realities open. At this moment, it is easy to step from one space to another, and even get lost in the endless interweaving of roads and universes.
Children and animals are especially sensitive to such subtleties. The former have not yet lost their natural intuition, under the onslaught of logic and imposed reason. The second ones have internal radars, tuned to perceive not only the real world, but entities of a lower and higher order.
I was 11 years old, and it was an ordinary summer night in the country. The adults were asleep, tired of their garden work. And I, as my relatives said, have always been a night owl and a lunatic. That evening I even managed to fall asleep quickly. I woke up unexpectedly, as if from an unknown impulse. She sat on the bed and looked around. The wall clock showed a quarter to three. A strange feeling came over me. It became scary and, despite the stuffiness, cold.
The chills grew stronger, and the hands of the clock were inexorably approaching three in the morning.
My eyes got used to the darkness, and I began to make out strange silhouettes that moved around the room. Auntie was sleeping peacefully on the next bed, and uncle's loud snoring was heard behind the wall. The shadow first went to Gali's bed, stood for a while, then moved into the room where Uncle Tolya was sleeping. For a while she was not visible, then she returned to our bedroom. The creature, or whoever it was, glided silently across the room, as if listening to the breathing of the sleeping. Here it bent over her aunt, and she coughed in her sleep. The shadow stood beside him, and went towards the bed on which the nephew slept. I did not love the boy, he was five years younger than me, capricious, spoiled and lazy. A shadow bent over his head for a long time. Pashka turned in his sleep and rolled over on the other side. Then he began to cry and talk softly. I jumped out of bed. Although I did not love my nephew, I could not allow the creature to do someone badly. I flew to the headboard and waved my hand. I saw how my hand went through a gray veil. What were the feelings at that moment? Strange. It’s like I’ve gotten into the batter with a bang, and it flowed through my fingers. And cold. At the first moment, it seemed to me that I touched a piece of dry ice. I say this because once in childhood I did such a stupid thing and I know how such a touch feels. The shadow staggered and began to melt before our eyes. Hand palm numb and, at the same time, it burned with fire. I screamed. Naturally, all my relatives woke up from my scream, including the nasty boy. The adults turned on the light and asked what had happened. Confusedly, I tried to talk about what happened. Aunt and uncle looked at each other and were meaningfully silent. I seemed to read their thoughts: a strange girl, silly fantasies and an unstable mind. But I had no time for resentment. I stubbornly, swallowing tears, told me what I saw at that moment. The nephew mumbled that he had a nightmare, and I scared him more than the visions themselves.
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I was told to go to bed and not invent nonsense. Until the very morning, I never closed my eyes, since it dawns very early in July. Only when the roosters crowed in the neighboring area, and the first ray of the sun entered the room, I managed to fully fall asleep.
Many years have passed since then, but this was not the only case when I observed strange things happening to people and objects in an hour between a wolf and a dog. Both my own nightmares and the visions of my friends fall clearly during this period of the night. Until now, I often wake up a quarter of an hour before midnight and see vague shadows that slide across the room. I know for sure that besides me my cat and dog see them. At this moment, the cat is intently watching something that only he knows, and the dog rushes menacingly into the void. But we know that there is no emptiness. Barely noticeable aliens from another world are exploring our space. Some come to us with good intentions, others to enjoy human nightmares and fears. But most often these are still dark entities. Clots of night, the creation of a hassle,they dissolve at dawn and are frightened by the first crow of the cock.
And the hand, which I "burned" for many years about this strange creature, still makes itself felt. As soon as a tingling sensation begins to be felt in the tips of the fingers, like from cold water, this means that the essence is somewhere nearby. I no longer try to drive them away physically. It is enough to call on the light forces for help, and the darkness immediately dissipates!
