Mystical real stories to read. Mystical stories from life
My mother-in-law and I lived together. She was a doctor, a very good one. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. My mother-in-law calls and we talk about our children. I cough during a conversation. She suddenly says - you have basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us half an hour later. He listens to me through his phonendoscope, taps me on the back and says: “Don’t argue with me.” Get dressed, let's go for the x-ray.
We took pictures. It's true, I have pneumonia. Just like she said. She made me go to the hospital and personally treated me. And after a short time she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.
We grieved for her very much. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:
How do you think? Is there something after death?
One day after a bath I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I was also surprised, it just doesn’t open without effort. There was definitely no draft. I followed this, afraid of getting sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don’t want to. I can’t sleep, but I don’t want to get up, I’m very tired at the dacha. I just got cured, if I don’t close the door, I’ll get sick again.
And suddenly I thought:
I wonder if that light actually exists or not?
And mentally she turned to her deceased mother-in-law:
Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are gone, there will be no one to treat you.
And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed like something? Repeated:
Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.
The door has opened!
Can you imagine?! We gathered the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for the repose.
We had a case. On their father’s anniversary they decided not to invite anyone, but to modestly remember him. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary drinking party.
We are sitting at the table in the kitchen. The mother put the photograph of the father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook under it, leaning it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka and a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.
It’s already evening, we decided to clean everything up. I say that we need to take the stack to the nightstand in my father’s room, let it sit there until it evaporates. My mother is very rational, she doesn’t really believe in all these customs. She says so frivolously: “Why clean up, I’ll drink it myself now.”
As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason at all, slid along the edge of the table and knocked over her father’s stack. The photograph fell, and every last drop of vodka spilled out. (It must be said that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to knock it over).
Have you ever had the hair on your head move? That was the first time I experienced this. Moreover, my whole body was covered in goosebumps from horror. I couldn’t say anything for about five minutes. The husband and mother also sat in shock. It’s as if my father said from the other world: “Here you go!” You’ll drink my vodka, of course!”
Yesterday I encountered something strange.
It’s already past midnight, I’m sitting with my dear one, watching “Midshipmen,” and we hear that someone is swinging in the yard.
The third floor, the windows overlook the landing and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is familiar to tears - my little one adores them, but I can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate it.
After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder: who is it that fell into our childhood - I think there are no children on the street at this time.
I go to the window - the swing is empty, but actively swinging. I call my friend, we go out onto the balcony, the entire playground is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but continues to swing, increasing its amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam at the swing - a few more “back and forth”, a jerk as if someone had jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.
I scared away some local spirit.
I remembered. Once upon a time we lived in the taiga. And then passing hunters came to visit. The guys are making small talk, I'm setting the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder out loud why I counted another person.
And after this, the hunters said that they stopped in one place on the boat - they were interested in a pile of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had picked up the man and covered him with dead wood; a leg in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking a boot - to report where they were supposed to, order aviation to remove the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the man-eating bear.
The restless soul probably got stuck together with the boot.
We once rented an apartment with my husband and three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. We lived in peace. And one day, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathtub, gave her children’s toys, and I did something around the house, periodically keeping an eye on her. And then she screams. I go to the bathroom, she sits, cries, and blood runs down her back. I looked at the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger at the doorway and says: “This aunt offended me.” Naturally, there was no aunt, we were alone. It became creepy, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.
Two days later, I’m standing in the bathroom, my daughter comes in and asks, pointing her finger into the bath: “Mom, who is this aunt?” I ask: “Which aunt?” “This one,” he answers and looks into the bath. “Here she sits, can’t you see?” I was in a cold sweat, my hair was standing on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter stands and looks into the bath and seems to be meaningfully looking at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle throughout the apartment! I calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child came to the corner of the room and offered some candy to some aunt!
On this day, the owner of the apartment came to collect payment, I asked him who lived here before? And he told me that his wife and mother died in this apartment with a difference of 2 years, and for both the deathbed was the bed on which my daughter sleeps! Need I say that we soon moved out of there?
A friend of mine lives in a pre-revolutionary house. My great-grandfather, a merchant, built it. One day I returned from the store and saw a man in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, and spins around himself as if he is dancing.
A friend asked him: For better or worse?
To which he sang: And you will lose the child, you will lose the child!!!
And immediately disappeared.
For a long time, an acquaintance was worried about her children, picked them up from school, and did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, with his father. The mother visits very rarely, so we can say that she lost the child.
I didn’t write about this for a long time, I thought it was my personal thing. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.
Mom will be 2 years old on June 26th. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one was sick and had no intention of dying). I saw golden threads from my mother’s head straight into the sky. My eyes are square, I backed away, sat down on the blanket. Don't take your eyes off. I see my mother looking at me. All I could say was: Wow! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I’ll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I’ll die soon?” Mommy, how right you were
My mother fainted in her chair for the first time, I called an ambulance and screamed in a non-human voice. And my mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mom, mom...”, as if she really saw. Then I started yelling: “Girl, get out of here, leave her to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke; my mother came to her senses in front of them. In the evening everything happened again and forever.
It was many years ago. My 91-year-old grandmother died. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and put it in the storage room for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to take it away right away, and she stood there for several days.
And during this time, a lot of inexplicable things happened in the house... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone’s gaze (reproaching) during the day. Everything was falling out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervous and tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to walk past the storage room and didn’t even go to the toilet at night... We all understood that the restless soul was toiling, and when my father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed for us too. Granny! Forgive us, we probably did something wrong!
Mom told me three days ago. Our children go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight it is only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, and a rare dog barking. The night birds have already stopped singing and are preparing for autumn. Further from my mother's words.
I woke up to someone knocking on the second door in the corridor (the first one is wooden and has a bolt, the second one is modern metal). The knocking was not strong, and it was as if they were knocking with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out into the street without asking, and the grandfather locked the door after smoking. But it was almost 2 am, there was silence in the house - everyone was asleep. She asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child’s voice said: “It’s me... let me in.” The yard dog and two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped completely.
My mother is very rational and does not suffer from visions. She told me it was very alarming. You need to know our family, especially my mother - she doesn’t believe in anyone, she’s not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what kind of nonsense is this?”, but here it is. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.
Mystical and unexplained stories narrated by eyewitnesses.
Lost in time
I started working part-time as a security guard four years ago, immediately after serving in the army. Work - don't hit someone who's lying down. The schedule is in three days. You sit in your room, watching TV series. It is not prohibited to take a nap at night, the main thing is to call the central office every two hours, saying that everything is in order at the site.
Four years ago, most of the building's spaces were empty. There was only one Internet service provider company based there. At 6 pm all the installers locked their office and went home. I was left completely alone. And then, during my third shift, something unexpected happened...
In the evening, when everyone had left, I heard a strange noise. Fidgeting, thuds and rough male voice. I tensed up, took the stun gun out of the table and left my closet. The noise came from the right wing of the second floor. It's like someone is banging on the door and yelling something angry. Only swear words could be made out. Going up the steps, of course, I was a coward. Where can you get away from your work?
It was not yet dark outside, but upstairs there was only one window at the end of the wing, and the corridor was buried in twilight. I pressed the switch, but the light did not come on. That day the electricity worked intermittently. This is rare in our building, but it does happen. They always explain it the same way: “The building is old, what do you want? There will always be something to break.”
I approached the place where the noise was coming from. These were the doors of the technical room. On the other side, someone was swearing and furiously punching. A yellowed piece of paper was taped to the door with the inscription “Room No. 51. The guard has the key." But there was no castle! And a thick piece of reinforcement was inserted into the lock ears.
- Hey! - I shouted as firmly as possible so as not to show the trembling in my voice.
- Finally! - Someone on the other side blurted out irritably and stopped drumming on the door.
-Who's there? - I asked.
- A horse in a coat! Open up, come on! Why are you weird?
The door shook again, I realized that it was better to open it before it was broken down. It turned out to be difficult to pull out a piece of reinforcement. It is completely rusted. From this it became clear to me that it was not locked yesterday. After fiddling around for a minute, I finally pulled the piece of metal out of the ears. A disheveled, unshaven man jumped out of the room, almost knocking me off my feet. He rolled his eyes at me and started yelling:
- Tell me why you did this, huh?
- What? - I thought that this guy would explain everything to me, but he accused me.
- Why is the door closed? - he still asks rudely. Saliva splashes. Feisty eyes.
- How should I know? It was always closed! - I say.
-Are you completely stupid? - the man said more calmly, and it seemed to me that his face became frightened.
He said nothing more, turned to the exit and walked away.
- Hey! Where are you going? - I came to my senses when he had already left the wing. I ran after him, and he, without looking back, quickly went down the stairs and went out into the street.
I rushed to my closet. I took the key and locked the main entrance. He returned again and, calling the central office, reported that there was an outsider at the facility. The dispatcher conferred with someone, then told me to look at everything and call again in five minutes.
I did everything as I was told. I went up to the second floor and studied room No. 51. There was nothing to see there: just a long, cramped room. An electrical panel with red letters “SHO-3” and a ladder to the attic. Seeing the stairs, the solution to the “mystery of the closed room” immediately became clear to me. I put together this version of events: some crazy person made his way into the building, wandered around the second floor, then climbed into the attic along one of the stairs in the hallway, and after climbing down those stairs, he found himself trapped.
I called the dispatcher back exactly five minutes later. He reassured me that all the locks were intact, nothing was missing, and there was no one else in the building. And then I sat down at the table, opened the magazine and wrote this whole story on two pages. And he also described his guesses.
In the morning, when I had to turn in my shift, my boss showed up. I got nervous. He is a strict man - a former military man. I walked by, said hello and sat down to read my report. Then he asked to show the scene of the incident. He and I went to room No. 51.
The boss inspected everything there, closed the doors and inserted a piece of reinforcement into place. Afterwards he announced that I was great. He acted clearly and according to instructions. I was proud of myself. But it was in vain. The next day my shift worker called me and said that I needed to come to the city. The authorities are calling. He warned that everyone would be reprimanded.
I've arrived. I saw all my colleagues for the first time. Among them I was the youngest.
It turned out that after my shift someone broke into the building again. And again to room No. 51. The security guard conveniently missed this matter. Only in the morning I noticed that a piece of reinforcement was lying on the floor, and the doors of the room were wide open. There was no one inside, nothing was stolen, but the boss really didn’t like this incident.
He demanded that from now on, without our knowledge, not a single fly would fly in or out of the building. He said that that company here has several million worth of equipment and everything is under our responsibility. He ordered that the main entrance be locked immediately after the last employee left. And so that we sit and stare at the monitor all day long, as we should.
In short, the boss told us specifically. On the same day, a lock was hung on the door instead of a piece of reinforcement. The keys to it were placed on a stand in the security room. They even printed a new piece of paper and stuck it on the door. Almost nothing was changed in the text - “The key is at the security post (Room No. 51)”, and now it was true. For a month after this event, the boss came twice per shift. Sometimes I personally called at night so that they would not lose their vigilance. But there were no more cases, and the severity of the security post decreased.
Much time has passed since that incident. New companies have appeared in the building. Almost all the premises were occupied. A magnetic lock was installed at the main entrance. Now I let people into the building by pressing a button. At night, to be sure, the door was locked with a key. Work became completely calm.
And then a year and a half ago something else happened. True, only I attached importance to this. A new installer got a job at the same Internet provider company. When I first saw him, I almost swore. He looked very much like the locked man. Only this one smiled modestly and acted as if he was seeing me for the first time and as if everything here was unfamiliar to him.
For a long time I was sure that this was the same psycho who caused a commotion here during my first shifts. I kept thinking about who to tell on the sly. I even felt a burden of guilt on myself for keeping quiet about it. Suddenly he was up to something bad: he was sniffing out something, and now he got a job...
But after a while I realized that this new installer and that crazy man could not be the same person. This guy turned out to be completely adequate, simple and non-conflicting. One day we started talking, and I finally buried my doubts. This was his first year in the city. Came from the Astrakhan region. I haven't been to these places before.
His name was Dima, by the way. I had no reason not to believe him. And I decided that this guy wouldn’t do anything strange, but everything turned out to be completely wrong. 7 months ago he disappeared under very strange circumstances... It happened, as if on purpose, on my shift. That day there were again problems with electricity. This gave Dimka no rest. He is an electrician by trade, and he gets terribly annoyed when something doesn't work.
- Come on. Everything will get better in a day. “How many times has this happened already,” I told him, and he calmed down a little. Stopped running back and forth.
After 6 pm, when almost no one was left in the building, Dima came to me, smiled and asked for the key to the 51st.
- I was already getting ready to go home, and it just dawned on me that there was another shield there. Let me see what’s there,” he says. - About 10 minutes, no more.
I nodded at the stand with the keys, saying, take it. He put his bag on my sofa, took the key and left. I was carried away by the series and did not attach any importance to all this...
About an hour passed. I folded my laptop, deciding it was time to make a round and lock the building. And then, getting up from the chair, I saw Dima’s bag on the sofa and immediately remembered that he had not returned, although he promised to bring the key in 10 minutes.
I didn’t suspect anything then. You never know, the man got carried away with repairs. I left the room, checked the first floor, and went up to the second. I see: the doors of room No. 51 are slightly open, and there is dead silence in the wing...
I called Dima, he did not respond. And then fear tickled in my stomach. I remembered that incident with room No. 51 and that man who looked like Dima. And it began to seem to me that Dima was also unshaven today, and his clothes were similar.
I called out to Dima again. Silence. Oh, I was scared. I timidly crept up to the door... The open lock was hanging on one eyelet, and there was no one inside. He flicked the switch and the light came on. Then a crazy idea came into my head. But I pushed these thoughts away. Dimka left, forgot about the bag, did not return the key. So what? Happens! He didn’t report anything.
Only three days later I learned that Dima had not shown up at work since that day. His boss kept walking around, wailing: “Where has he gone? After all, he’s not a drinker.” I realized that I had seen him last, and I asked about him every shift. I thought he would show up and dispel my stupid suspicions. But he still wasn’t there. They contacted the police - to no avail.
And now I’m sitting on my shifts, thinking. What if the end of this disappearance story is somewhere in the past? Then you shouldn’t be surprised why Dima started yelling at me... Of course, having suddenly found himself locked up, he would have thought that it was I who locked him up...
I also remember the incident when the next day someone snuck into room No. 51 again. What if it was Dimka too, when he realized that he “came out in the wrong place”? There is also a spare key for that lock, but I didn’t put a lock on the door. I put it in the desk drawer. And the doors of room No. 51 were loosely tied with a thin wire so that they could easily be opened from the inside. There's nothing to steal there anyway. And Dimka, maybe, will come back?
Prophetic dream with mosquitoes
My mother graduated from college and, by the will of fate, was assigned to work in the glorious city of Chelyabinsk. The events described below refer to 1984-1985.
The girls worked together and lived not in a dormitory, but in a rented apartment on the ground floor of a high-rise building. There were four girls, two rooms, they lived amicably and cheerfully. Everyone was from different cities, and at the next new year holidays went home. Everyone except Galya, whose parents died a long time ago. So Galina was left alone in the apartment for the holidays.
My mother celebrated the holiday in the warm circle of her family, but on the night from the first to the second she had a strange and terrible dream. Galya stands in a dark room and keeps swatting away mosquitoes. And there are whole clouds of mosquitoes swarming. Galya is already crying with frustration, she can’t drive them away from her.
Returning to Chelyabinsk, the girls warmly congratulated each other and shared their impressions of their trips, but for some reason Gali was not at home. She didn’t come either on the second or third day, and everyone was terribly worried - everyone had already gone to work, and it wasn’t in the girl’s character to play truant.
It was also noteworthy that when my mother told her friends about her dream, the others confirmed that they had seen the same thing in their dream, maybe in slightly different settings. But Galina and mosquitoes were present in all three dreams. By the way, after their arrival, the tenants noticed that mosquitoes began to appear in the house in numbers unusual for winter, but they attributed everything to possible dampness in the basement, where the central heating pipes run.
A statement to the police about Gali’s disappearance was written by my mother and her neighbors. The search began. They also checked the basement of the house. There Galina’s body was found in a very unsightly condition. And it was swarming with mosquito larvae. Warmth, humidity, nutrient medium - the insects multiplied incredibly.
During the investigation, it was established that an acquaintance came to see the girl. Apparently, they quarreled in the doorway of the apartment, and he firmly pressed his head against her. He hid the lifeless body in a dressing gown in the basement. Apparently, Galya had no closer friends in the world, so they dreamed of her and tried to tell them where she was. About two weeks or a little more passed from the disappearance of the unfortunate woman to the discovery of her body.
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I found my great-grandmother alive and well. I remember well how, when I was still just a child, I loved to sit winter evenings on a warm stove, listening to the crackling fire, and drinking the most delicious food in the world herbal tea with homemade hot bread, and listen to the incredible and sometimes little stories that my great-grandmother told me. Some of them have already disappeared from my memory, and some I still remember, here are a few of them.
Today is one of my favorite holidays - Christmas. Afterwards, they begin, which will last until Epiphany. I would like to write about one fortune telling that I have been observing for many years in a row.
When I was still a teenager, a schoolgirl in Soviet times, then sometimes we got together with the girls from the class to tell fortunes about the grooms. Maybe one of us will meet true love, maybe even the name of your betrothed will come up, whom you will later marry, or what other events will happen in the coming year.
One girl from the class said that she knows a fortune telling that always comes true within a year. She said that she learned about him from her mother. We asked what needs to be done so that everything works out for us, like adults. She said that it was nothing complicated, that we had everything for this fortune-telling, that many people knew about it and started telling fortunes after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (there were no lighters at that time) and paper. You need to crumple the paper with your hands so that there is a larger lump, put it on a plate, and then set it on fire and wait until the paper burns out completely. Then you need to go to the wall and find a place where the shadow of the paper will be best visible, where you can examine the resulting figures. The plate needs to be constantly rotated so that you can see better, look at what everyone has done, what values have fallen, and what needs to be expected in the coming year.
The story begins in the post-war period. Since the 50s. My grandmother Lida was completely ugly: crooked teeth, a slanting eyebrow from a scar and a prickly, unpleasant, stubborn character. But she married my grandfather - handsome guy 30 years old, military man. We got married. I still don’t know what he found in her shifty character and very ordinary appearance, but they never quarreled with each other. Grandfather obeyed, as if he was giving in.
But violent quarrels with relatives happened constantly, with daughters, son - there were constant conflicts with them. At one time, my mother’s brother was always drinking the bottle. And no one was lucky on the personal front. My aunt only met a man when she was 35; before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. After which this man kicked her pregnant out of the house and completely turned away from her.
Who remembers, Tolkien’s elves are not small creatures with wings, they are similar to people and, in addition to their brighter appearance, they differ from them in that they do not get sick, do not age, live almost forever (if they do not die in battle) and have magical powers. abilities.
So, these Tolkien fans believe that the elves did not disappear, but simply assimilated with people. And now there are a lot of people among us in whose veins elven blood flows. Tolkien describes two cases of marriage between an elf and a man. And children born in such a marriage make their own choice - to become a human or to become an elf. According to Tolkien, people, of course, are incomparably weaker than elves. But people are free to choose their own destiny, elves are not. There is the other side of the coin - a person can choose the path of serving evil, but an elf is initially not subject to most vices, is organically connected with the earth, nature and is not capable of thoughtlessly destroying it, which is sometimes characteristic of people.
I am 23 years old, have a secondary education, and I worked in a call center on a helpline. I was born and live in a seedy province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics is proportionally increasing due to closed factories, layoffs and the general closure of jobs in the region. The oppressive atmosphere of the city is reflected in the gray and dirty Khrushchev buildings mixed with rotting wooden houses, which give the impression that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will fall on the people living in those houses.
The large number of abandoned buildings and the constantly decreasing population of the city suggests that people here have two options - either take the risk of leaving for the big city, or stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your sanity. At least somehow the presence of volunteer organizations like ours saved the situation. A lot of people needed moral support, and our small company volunteers tried to help these people. I worked in the organization for about a year and a half. I earned pennies there, but fortunately I had skills in graphic design and my main income was freelancing. I couldn’t give up the helpline, since work experience in the work book is a pretty important thing, and since childhood, my now deceased parents taught me to always help those in need. During the entire year and a half that I spent in the call center, there were many frightening and sometimes mystical situations.
No matter how many people exist on earth, each of them goes through their one and only life path.
In 1991, on May 28, something happened to me that is difficult even for me to believe. And this is a true story, not fiction, and it is one of many in my present life. That night, I flew to the planet Tron. This planet is located near the Central Galactic Sun. Yes, yes, that's exactly it. There is our Earthly Sun, and there is a Central Sun.
So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as always, but before I could close my eyes, I saw a beam of light descending on me from above and a noise, as if something was smacking inside me. A moment later I was already standing near my bed, or rather, I wasn’t standing, but hovering a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body as always, it remained lying down, and I stood and hovered in another body, and if the physical body lay there and phosphorescent with a greenish light, then it glowed like a bright electric light bulb. I had a body, arms and legs, my mind worked just as clearly as in that lying body, but there was a difference - my legs fell through the floor into the next apartment to the neighbors who lived below me on the first floor.
An acquaintance told me such a mystical story, even though he is a skeptic. I completely preserve the author’s style, that is, I copy his entire text.
One day my work took me to another city. I decided to change the city. I rented a one-room apartment there in a Khrushchev building. The decor is spartan. Room, kitchen, combined bathroom, floors, boards under linoleum, sofa and wardrobe. In principle, I was satisfied. In the evening I came home from work, cooked dinner and went to bed. There is washing, ironing, all sorts of cleaning, this is on weekends.
I lived like this for about a month, everything was fine, it was quiet, the neighbors weren’t restless, all the old women and cats. And then something started. At night some kind of mysticism happens. I’m lying there, still awake, tossing and turning, and then in the corridor there’s a creaking sound from the floorboards, as if someone was carefully walking. There in the apartment, as you enter, there is a corridor immediately to the left, and at the end there is a room and a kitchen. He himself is deaf and at night it is dark there, you can’t see anything at all. That's where it creaks in the dark. I think, who opened the door? Come on. He got up, went out, and looked. Everything is fine. Lay down. Again there is a creak as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, I fell asleep, and in the morning everything somehow seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Creak-creak, creak-creak. And the water in the bathtub started flowing from the tap. I think, wow, someone decided to take a bath with me. I went to the bathroom. Nothing flows there. But I obviously heard it. I'm going to bed. It's clearly leaking again for me. I get up and it doesn’t leak. He cursed and crawled under the pillow. Fell asleep.
I had an older brother, now deceased. For a long time his parents did not agree to buy it for him, because as soon as he spoke about it for the first time, his grandmother burst into tears and said that she had seen a cross in a dream. His parents gave his brother a motorcycle when he was 17 years old.
My brother’s joy did not last long, he walked sadly, became taciturn, and one day he admitted to me that he saw crosses everywhere, although the cemetery was far from us. I tried to calm him down, saying that it was his grandmother’s words that stuck in his head, but he looked at me so strangely and turned away. I saw fear in his eyes.
Each of these mysterious stories one could call it a detective. But in detective stories, as you know, all the secrets are revealed by the last page. And in these stories, the solution is still far away, although humanity has been puzzling over some of them for decades. Perhaps we are not destined to find answers for them at all? Or will the veil of secrecy ever be lifted? What do you think?
43 missing Mexican students
In 2014, 43 students teacher training college from Ayotzinapa went to a demonstration in Iguala, where the mayor's wife was supposed to speak to the residents. The corrupt mayor ordered the police to rid him of this problem. On his orders, the police detained the students, and as a result of the harsh detention, two students and three bystanders died. The remaining students, as we found out, were handed over to the local crime syndicate Guerreros Unidos. The next day, the body of one of the students was found on the street with the skin torn off his face. Later, the remains of two more students were found. Relatives and friends of the students organized mass demonstrations, triggering a full-blown political crisis in the country. The corrupt mayor, his friends and the chief of police tried to escape, but were detained a few weeks later. The provincial governor resigned, and several dozen police officers and officials were arrested. And only one thing remains a mystery - the fate of almost four dozen students is still unknown.
Oak Island Money Pit
Off the coast of Nova Scotia, on Canadian territory, there is a small island - Oak Island, or Oak Island. There is the famous “money pit”. According to legend, local residents found it back in 1795. This is a very deep and complex mine, in which, according to legend, countless treasures are hidden. Many have tried to get into it - but the design is treacherous, and after the treasure hunter has dug to a certain depth, the mine begins to be intensively filled with water. They say that brave souls found at a depth of 40 meters a stone tablet with the scrawled inscription: “Two million pounds are buried 15 meters deeper.” More than one generation has tried to get the promised treasure out of the hole. Even the future President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, during his student years at Harvard, came to Oak Island with a group of friends to try his luck. But the treasure is not given to anyone. And is he there?..
Who was Benjamin Kyle?
In 2004, an unknown man woke up outside a Burger King in Georgia. He had no clothes on, there were no documents with him, but the worst thing was that he didn’t remember anything about himself. That is, absolutely nothing! The police conducted a thorough investigation, but could not find any traces: no missing people with such signs, no relatives who could identify him from the photo. He was soon given the name Benjamin Kyle, under which he continues to live to this day. Without documents or certificates of any education, he could not find a job, but one local businessman, having learned about him from a television program, out of pity, gave him a job as a dishwasher. He still works there now. The efforts of doctors to awaken his memory, and the police to find his previous traces, did not yield results.
Shore of Severed Legs
"Severed Legs Coast" is the name given to a beach on the Pacific Northwest coast of British Columbia. It received this terrible name because local residents several times found severed human legs here, shod in sneakers or trainers. From 2007 to the present, 17 of them have been found, with the majority being right-wing. There are several theories to explain why legs wash up on this beach - natural disasters, the work of a serial killer... some even claim that the mafia destroys the bodies of its victims on this remote beach. But none of these theories looks convincing, and no one knows where the truth is.
"Dancing Death" 1518
One day in the summer of 1518 in Strasbourg, a woman suddenly began dancing in the middle of the street. She danced wildly until she fell from exhaustion. The strangest thing is that gradually others joined her. A week later, 34 people were dancing in the city, and a month later - 400. Many dancers died from overwork and heart attacks. The doctors did not know what to think, and the churchmen also could not exorcise the demons possessing the dancers. In the end, it was decided to leave the dancers alone. The fever gradually subsided, but no one ever knew what caused it. They talked about some special type of epilepsy, about poisoning, and even about a secret, pre-coordinated religious ceremony. But scientists of that time did not find an exact answer.
Signal from aliens
On August 15, 1977, Jerry Eman, who was monitoring signals from space at the volunteer Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Civilizations, picked up a signal at a random radio frequency, clearly coming from deep space, from the direction of the constellation Sagittarius. This signal was much stronger than the cosmic noise that Eman was used to hearing on the air. It lasted only 72 seconds and consisted of a completely definite, in the eye of the observer, completely random list of letters and numbers, which, however, was accurately reproduced several times in a row. Eman disciplinedly recorded the sequence and reported it to his colleagues in the search for aliens. However, further listening to this frequency did not yield anything, as did any attempts to catch at least some signal from the constellation Sagittarius. What it was - a prank by completely earthly jokers or an attempt by an extraterrestrial civilization to contact us - no one still knows.
Unknown from Somerton Beach
Here's another perfect murder, the mystery of which has still not been solved. On December 1, 1948, in Australia, on Somerton Beach in southern Adelaide, the body of an unknown man was discovered. There were no documents with him, only a note with two words: “Taman Shud” was found in one of his pockets. This was a line from Omar Khayyam's rubaiyat, meaning "the end." The cause of death of the unknown man could not be determined. The forensic investigator believed that it was a case of poisoning, but could not prove it. Others believed it was a suicide, but this claim was also unsubstantiated. The mysterious case has alarmed not only Australia, but the whole world. They tried to establish the identity of the unknown person in almost all countries of Europe and America, but the efforts of the police were in vain, and the history of Taman Shud remained shrouded in secrecy.
Confederate Treasures
This legend still haunts American treasure hunters - and not only them. According to legend, when the northerners were already close to victory in Civil War, the treasurer of the Confederate government, George Trenholm, in desperation, decided to deprive the victors of their rightful spoils - the treasury of the southerners. Confederate President Jefferson Davis personally took on this mission. He and his guards left Richmond with a huge cargo of gold, silver and jewelry. No one knows where they went, but when the northerners took Davis prisoner, he had no jewelry with him, and 4 tons of Mexican gold dollars also disappeared without a trace. Davis never revealed the secret of the gold. Some believe that he distributed it to the planters of the South so that they could bury it until better times, others believe that it is buried somewhere in the vicinity of Danville, Virginia. Some believe that the secret society “Knights of the Golden Circle”, who were secretly preparing revenge in the Civil War, laid their paws on him. Some even say that the treasure is hidden at the bottom of the lake. Dozens of treasure hunters are still looking for him, but none of them can get to the bottom of either the money or the truth.
Voynich manuscript
The mysterious book, known as the Voynich manuscript, is named after the Polish-born American bookseller Wilfred Voynich, who bought it from an unknown person in 1912. In 1915, having taken a closer look at the find, he told the whole world about it - and since then many have not known peace. According to scientists, the manuscript was written in the 15th-16th centuries in central Europe. The book contains a lot of text written in neat handwriting, hundreds of drawings depicting plants, most of which are unknown modern science. The signs of the zodiac and medicinal herbs are also drawn here, accompanied by text, apparently, of recipes for their use. However, the contents of the text are just speculations of scientists who have not been able to understand it. The reason is simple: the book is written in a language still unknown on Earth, which is also practically indecipherable. Who wrote the Voynich manuscript and why, we may not know even in centuries.
Karst wells of Yamal
In July 2014, an inexplicable explosion was heard in Yamal, as a result of which a huge well appeared in the ground, the width and height of which reached 40 meters! Yamal is not the most populated place on the planet, so no one was injured from the explosion and the appearance of a sinkhole. However, such a strange and potentially dangerous phenomenon required an explanation, and a scientific expedition went to Yamal. It included everyone who could be useful in studying the strange phenomenon - from geographers to experienced mountain climbers. However, upon arrival, they were unable to understand the reasons and nature of what had happened. Moreover, while the expedition was working, two more similar failures appeared in Yamal in exactly the same way! Until now, scientists have been able to come up with only one version - about periodic explosions of natural gas coming to the surface from underground. However, experts consider it unconvincing. The Yamal failures remain a mystery.
Antikythera Mechanism
Discovered by treasure hunters on a sunken ancient Greek ship at the beginning of the twentieth century, this device, which at first seemed like just another artifact, turned out to be, no less, the first analog computer in history! A complex system of bronze disks, made with precision and accuracy unimaginable in those distant times, made it possible to calculate the position of stars and luminaries in the sky, time in accordance with different calendars and dates Olympic Games. According to the results of the analyses, the device was made at the turn of the millennium - about a century before the birth of Christ, 1600 years before the discoveries of Galileo and 1700 before the birth of Isaac Newton. This device was more than a thousand years ahead of its time and still amazes scientists.
Sea people
The Bronze Age, which lasted approximately from the XXXV to the X century BC, was the heyday of several European and Middle Eastern civilizations - Greek, Cretan, Cananese. People developed metallurgy, created impressive architectural monuments, and tools became more complex. It seemed that humanity was moving by leaps and bounds towards prosperity. But everything collapsed within a few years. The civilized peoples of Europe and Asia were attacked by a horde of “people of the sea” - barbarians on countless ships. They burned and destroyed cities and villages, burned food, killed and took people into slavery. After their invasion, ruins remained everywhere. Civilization was thrown back at least a thousand years ago. In once powerful and educated countries, writing disappeared, and many secrets of construction and working with metals were lost. The most mysterious thing is that after the invasion, the “sea people” disappeared as mysteriously as they appeared. Scientists are still wondering who and where this people were from and what their further fate. But there is no clear answer to this question yet.
Murder of the Black Dahlia
Books were written and films were made about this legendary murder, but it was never solved. On January 15, 1947, 22-year-old aspiring actress Elizabeth Short was found brutally murdered in Los Angeles. Her naked body was subjected to cruel abuse: it was practically cut in half and bore traces of many injuries. At the same time, the body was washed clean and completely devoid of blood. This story of one of the oldest unsolved murders was widely circulated by journalists, giving Short the nickname “black dahlia.” Despite an active search, the police were unable to find the killer. The Black Dahlia case is considered one of the oldest unsolved murders in Los Angeles.
Motor ship "Ourang Medan"
In early 1948, the Dutch ship Ourang Medan sent an SOS signal while in the Strait of Mallaka off the coast of Sumatra and Malaysia. According to eyewitnesses, the radio message said that the captain and the entire crew were dead, and it ended with the chilling words: “And I am dying.” The captain of the Silver Star, having heard the distress signal, went in search of the Ourang Medan. Having discovered the ship in the Strait of Malacca, the sailors from the Silver Star boarded and saw that it was indeed full of corpses, and the cause of death was not visible on the bodies. Soon the rescuers noticed suspicious smoke coming from the hold and, just in case, chose to return to their ship. And they did the right thing, because soon the Ourang Medan spontaneously exploded and sank. Of course, because of this, the possibility of an investigation became zero. Why the crew died and the ship exploded is still a mystery.
Baghdad battery
Until recently, it was believed that humanity mastered the production and use of electric current only at the end of the 18th century. However, an artifact found by archaeologists in the region of ancient Mesopotamia in 1936 casts doubt on this conclusion. The device consists of a clay pot in which the battery itself is hidden: an iron core wrapped in copper, which is believed to have been filled with some kind of acid, after which it began to generate electricity. For many years, archaeologists debated whether the devices were actually related to the generation of electricity. In the end, they collected the same primitive products - and managed to generate electric current with their help! So, did they really know how to install electric lighting in ancient Mesopotamia? Since written sources from that era have not survived, this mystery will now probably forever excite scientists.
