Moscow, October, hall of one of the institutes on Radio Street, ufological conference
After our report on the poltergeist that suddenly began in one of the workshops of the Volga Automobile Plant, the conference participants from Russia, Bulgaria and other countries, without saying a word, joked only about the influence of the "noisy spirit" on the quality of VAZ "cars". Fortunately, in this case, the poltergeist did not in any way affect the mentioned quality, but the psychological situation in the collective of this workshop has become quite tense for more than one year. An unwitting reason for this was an ordinary worker - Dmitry. So, …
"Volzhsky Automobile Plant: assemble - workers, dismantle -" noisy spirit"
Togliatti, the territory of the Volga Automobile Plant, shop No. …
Dmitry first turned to us for advice when “someone” began to regularly throw bolts and nuts at him. And this happened exclusively in the workplace. It all started as follows.
In the mother-in-law's village economy, Dmitry had a friend - an Indo-woman. She differed from other living creatures by a surprisingly obstinate disposition. But for some reason she singled out Dmitry and loved him very much. She met and saw him off at the gate, allowed herself to be stroked. Dmitry defended her more than once, forbade her to cut and said that this obstinate bird was his friend. And then the Indo-woman was stabbed to death - but Dmitry did not know about it. How these two events are connected (and whether they are connected) is impossible to establish, but then it turned out that on the same day and at the same hour, small and not very small parts began to fly in Dmitry's workshop (even such as in the workshop by his kind there was no activity at all). For example, Dmitry is sitting at a table, a nut is falling nearby. He strives not to get into him, but precisely next to him, and in order to bang harder. The poltergeist's favorite pastime was knocking on the iron, apparentlythereby attracting attention to yourself.
- It happened that "he" accompanied me from work, - Dmitry told us - I wash my hands and go to the locker room, and after that the soap flies. I turn around - there is no one, the wall is behind me, and the "joker" has nowhere to hide (if it were a man). I come - "he" in the locker room begins to throw himself around the cupboards. Straight by handfuls - screws, screws. Once I opened my closet (only I had the key) - a whole bunch of torn gold pieces spilled out from there. Neatly so torn - each into six parts. The friends did not believe at first. They said, I suppose their own men are joking. Well, tell me, what normal person would rip off money in such an amount? And to put me in the closet? Better to buy a bottle for them.
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Details pursued Dmitry Vazov everywhere
The logic is simple and, in general, quite everyday - indeed, who will tear such a bunch of gold pieces out of nothing to do?
And the adventures around Dmitry became more and more every day. He walks through the shop - from above, from above, parts fall around from the air. He enters an iron booth (it was customary to hold any scrap metal and blanks there) - “someone” starts tapping on it. Then the workers climbed onto the booth and counted, apart from every little iron piece, about a dozen heavy axles. It will be important to know that this workshop has a height of several tens of meters, the height of the utility room itself is much higher than the height of a person, and above it there are no cranes or people - only the roof of the workshop
Another poltergeist joke amazed the guards at the entrance. So they could not understand who dared to scatter a bunch of penny coins right at the entrance itself. And only the "poltergeist carrier" passed - Dmitry. The "invisible man" threw a handful of coins in his back, and the money rolled with a clink in different directions. And what is remarkable: all the pennies were brand new and shiny, straight from the Mint. But the little thing at that time was in great deficit.
Unfortunately, the poltergeist rarely threw money. Sometimes, he shoves a treshnka or five into the hollow part of some part and neatly puts it on the shoulder or the brim of the hat. Hold, they say, use it. Again, in such cases, none of the humans were within reach.
The poltergeist tried not to cause much trouble for his "master".
- Usually "he" threw not at me and not at people, but nearby, - Dmitry continued to remember. - It happened, of course, that the screw accidentally bounced off and hit my face. Obviously, I didn't like it that much. But “he” didn’t quit until I started to get really angry. Then everything suddenly stopped. The poltergeist left me alone for half an hour or an hour. And then on the sly, like a guilty nagging child, he again took up his own. By the way, at work I have always felt "his" presence. Suddenly a weak breeze will pull from the side - now something will fly out of there.
The workshop has a very high ceiling
A side effect for Dmitry was popularity within his workshop and the territories adjacent to it. The jokes of my fellow workers were not very pleasant, but, in general, they were harmless. Workers began to believe in the existence of a poltergeist willy-nilly. The peasants are sitting side by side in the smoking room, on the opposite wall, like shrapnel. And everyone is sitting. Everyone's hands are full of cigarettes.
The close attention of colleagues turned out to be quite useful - it made it possible to make sure that there was no usual, so to speak, material source of poltergeist movements of objects. Although, there were some curiosities here. Once the chief was walking through the shop, and some detail flew at him with direct fire. Crashed right into the back of the head and, apparently, hit hard. The chief turned around, and there was no one near. He did not find anything better than to say loudly into emptiness: "I still don't believe!"
After this incident, the management of the shop, in order to avoid the multiplication of further rumors and riots, it was decided to issue an order to combat jokers. Anyone noticed in the "throwing" promised to be fired immediately. On this occasion, even a meeting was held. But, of course, no one was caught.
The only time a poltergeist left the enterprise and escorted his "carrier" almost to his home. All the way on the roof and windows of the bus, "production attributes" knocked. Several screws were thrown after Dmitry from the closing doors. True, no one bothered him at home.
Unique Document: A note written by a poltergeist
If the nature of this phenomenon could be associated with fluctuations of the electromagnetic field in the "zones of biological discomfort", the presence of which was revealed by the Tomsk "anomalies", or other deviations explainable from the point of view of modern science - but you will not connect, because not only glands flashed in the air, but also plastic parts, paper money, soap, which do not differ in electrical conductivity and cannot be magnetized. And more than a dozen people witnessed this. All things not only were lifted and transported from one place to another, but often materialized as if "out of nothing."
The "factory" poltergeist, apparently, turned out to be "literate" - once in Dmitry's locker (it was locked with a key, and the key was kept only by the owner) two notes of the same content appeared: "Dmitry, you are me - I am that you." …
The "carrier" of this poltergeist had a feeling from the very moment of its beginning that everything should end by itself. And so it happened.
Tatiana Makarova