Stroked my hand
Georgy Pavlov from Tbilisi:
- My mother loves, when it is necessary, by the way, to recall one strange incident that happened to her during her youth. She went to bed about midnight. As soon as she closed her eyes, she heard light steps almost immediately. Someone quietly, obviously trying not to make noise, went up to the bed on which my mother was lying - approached, as it seemed to her, on tiptoe.
Mom felt the next second, as this someone stroked her bare arm. In surprise, she opened her eyes, - Georgy Pavlov continues to recall, - and noticed a faint flickering in the room, vaguely similar to the silhouette of a human figure. Mom screamed wildly in fear, and the flicker immediately disappeared.
The next day, Pavlov's mother, who was then living alone, invited one of her acquaintances to visit her. Frightened by what had happened, she persuaded the woman to stay overnight at her house.
Pavlov recalls:
- At the same time, my mother did not say a word about the strange event that had happened. Well, they settled down to sleep - in different rooms. My mother slept well. Nothing disturbed her sound sleep. And in the morning, at breakfast, that acquaintance with a sigh and says: "Rimma, I seem to have started hallucinations." Rimma is my mother's name.
Mom, surprised, asked again: "Hallucinations?" - "Yes. They are the most, - answered her friend. - I wake up in the middle of the night from the feeling that someone is stroking my hand. I thought it was you. I open my eyes. I look around. And in the room, imagine, there is nobody!"
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Hand with thick fingers
“At that time I was 18 years old,” says Galina Ivanova from the city of Shchelkovo, Moscow Region. - My husband and I, an officer, lived in the same military town in the Volgograd region … My husband went on a business trip, and I was left at home alone with my almost one-year-old son in my arms. I wake up one time at dawn …
Galina was awakened by someone's steps. She insists that at that moment she was no longer asleep - she definitely woke up. So what happened next was not a dream. Galina's naked hand was hanging from the bed … The steps quickly approached the bed.
- Before I had time to open my eyes, I felt something wild, something absolutely incredible. A huge shaggy hand - exactly a hand with five long and thick fingers, not an animal paw - tightly wrapped around my palm and squeezed it slightly. In horror, I tried to open my eyelids, but it didn't work. The eyelids were heavy, not wanting to rise. Cold sweat immediately broke out all over my body.
I wanted to scream, but there was no voice. And the hairy hand loosened its grip for a moment. Then she squeezed my palm again - very painfully this time. And then, by some miracle, I managed to slightly open my eyes. I see in front of me some kind of flickering - I didn't really see it. Something like a cloud of glowing smoke …
Silently and abruptly, I pulled my hand out of the hairy paw, which was, according to my tactile sensations, like in a down mitten, or something. And pulled the covers over her head. I lie crying through gritted teeth with fear; I'm waiting for what will happen next. And then there was nothing. After a while I looked out from under the covers; no one is near my bed.
Wool ball
According to Leah Shvedova from Rostov-on-Don, she was twice attacked by an unknown creature. Leah woke up at three o'clock in the morning, awakened by a feeling of irrational fear that came from nowhere. Shuddering all over, she sharply opened her eyes.
“I will never forget what I saw,” Shvedova said in a conversation with me. - Obliquely across the room, from the ceiling down to my bed, I see, planning something black, covered with thick wool, the size and shape of a billiard ball. I got a good look at this creature in the moonlight falling into the room from the window.
Drawing a curved arc in the air, the hairy flying monster slaps onto my shoulder and then rolls over to my neck. And then just below the neck - on the chest. And he begins, reptile, to crush and choke me! I was terribly rushing about at that moment on the bed, trying to get up from it, to throw the "billiard ball" off my chest.
Alas, all my attempts to free myself from his suffocating "embrace" ended in nothing. It was as if a heavy concrete slab was piled on me. After about a couple of very long minutes, the "ball" itself jumped off my chest. I don’t know where he went.
Exactly two days later, the hairy strangler reappeared. Once again I woke up, seized by an irrational fear coming from the depths of my consciousness, and again I saw something black, round, overgrown with wool planning at me. Planned and - come on, as in the last time, press and choke!
A monkey
Anatoly Zubashev from Krasnodar reports:
- I wake up one night from the feeling that they hit me in the head with a log. Well, I throw myself up, clenching my fists, intending to fight back in my sleep. I look around. And my jaw drops when my gaze is stuck in the one who, apparently, fucked my forehead.
I see - a hefty hairy monkey is moving away from my bed, stooped, with his arms hanging below his knees. As she passed the window, the light from the street lamp that hung outside that window illuminated her. It was the most natural monkey, but … two meters tall.
Her footsteps were clearly audible. The beast went out through the door into the next room, and there the steps died away. Armed with a chair raised above my head, I cautiously followed her.
I look into the next room - it's empty. I go through that room, go out into the corridor - it's empty. I scan the kitchen, open the toilet and bathroom doors - the monkey is nowhere to be found. Where did she go? Dissolved, perhaps, in the air?
From the book by A. Priima "At the Crossroads of Two Worlds"