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Mysterious murders at the Hinterkaifeck farm

In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed in the small village of Hinterkaifeck shocked the whole of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrific cruelty.

All the circumstances surrounding this crime were very strange, even mystical, and to this day it remains unsolved.

More than 100 people were questioned during the investigation, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was identified either.

The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming that there were ghosts there. The new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.

Apparently, the intruder had been on the farm for at least several days - someone was feeding the cows and eating in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney over the weekend. The photo shows the body of one of the dead, found in a barn.

Phoenix Lights

The so-called “Phoenix Lights” are several flying objects that were observed by more than 1,000 people on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the skies over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the United States and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.

Actually, two strange events happened that night: a triangular formation of luminous objects that moved across the sky, and several motionless lights hovering over the city of Phoenix. However, the latest US Air Force recognized the lights from the A-10 Warthog aircraft - it turned out that at that time military exercises were taking place in southwest Arizona.

Astronaut from Solway Firth

In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a Kodak photograph of his five-year-old daughter. The Templetons assured that there was no one else in these swampy places except them. And when the photographs were developed, one of them revealed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl’s back. The analysis showed that the photograph had not been subject to any changes.

Falling body

The Cooper family just moved into their new house in Texas. In honor of the housewarming, a festive table was set, and at the same time they decided to take several family photos. And when the photographs were developed, a strange figure was discovered on them - it seemed that someone’s body was either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers didn’t see anything like this during filming.

Too many hands

Four guys were fooling around, taking pictures in the yard. When the film was developed, it turned out that out of nowhere one extra hand appeared on it (peeking out from behind the back of a guy in a black T-shirt).

"Battle of Los Angeles"

This photograph was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists refer to it as evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations visiting Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of the searchlights are falling on the alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was heavily retouched - this is a standard procedure that almost all published black and white photographs were subjected to for greater effect.

The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by authorities. The Americans had just survived the Japanese attack, and in general the tension was incredible. Therefore, the military got excited and opened fire on the object, which, most likely, was a harmless weather balloon.

Lights of Hessdalen

In 1907, a group of teachers, students and scientists set up a scientific camp in Norway to study a mysterious phenomenon called the Hessdalen Lights.

Björn Hauge took this photo one clear night using a shutter speed of 30 seconds. Spectral analysis showed that the object should consist of silicon, iron and scandium. This is the most informative, but far from the only photo of the “Lights of Hessdalen”. Scientists are still scratching their heads as to what it could be.

Time Traveler

This photo was taken in 1941 during the opening ceremony of the South Forks Bridge. The public's attention was attracted by a young man whom many considered a "time traveler" - due to his modern hairstyle, zip-up sweater, printed T-shirt, fashionable glasses and point-and-shoot camera. The whole outfit is clearly not from the 40s. On the left, highlighted in red is a camera that was actually in use at that time.

9/11 attack - South Tower woman

In these two photographs, a woman can be seen standing on the edge of the hole left in the South Tower after a plane crashed into the building. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she ended up on the list of survivors. How she managed this is beyond comprehension, considering everything that happened in that part of the building.

Skunk monkey

In 2000, a woman who wished to remain anonymous took two photographs of a mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County (Florida) Sheriff. The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman claimed that she had photographed a strange creature in the backyard of her house. The creature came to her house three nights in a row and stole the apples left on the terrace.

UFO in the painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino”

The painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino” belongs to the brush of Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. A mysterious flying object and a man watching it are clearly visible above Mary's right shoulder.

Incident at Lake Falcon

Another meeting with an alleged extraterrestrial civilization occurred at Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.

A certain Stefan Michalak was relaxing in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims he saw the door open and heard voices coming from inside.

He tried to speak to the aliens in English, but there was no response. Then he tried to get closer, but came across “invisible glass”, which apparently served as protection for the object.

Suddenly, Michalak was surrounded by a cloud of air so hot that his clothes caught fire. The man received serious burns.

Bonus:

This story happened on the evening of February 11, 1988 in the city of Vsevolozhsk. There was a light knock on the window of the house where a woman who was fond of spiritualism lived with her teenage daughter. Looking out, the woman saw no one. I went out onto the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.

The woman was surprised, but didn’t think much of it. And half an hour later there was a bang and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking collapsed, forming an almost perfectly round hole.

The next day, at the woman’s request, her Leningrad acquaintance, candidate of technical sciences S.P. Kuzionov, arrived. He examined everything carefully and took several photographs.

When the photograph was developed, the face of a woman appeared on it, peering into the lens. This face seemed unfamiliar to both the housewife and Kuzionov himself.

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 the stack should be taken to the nightstand in my father’s room, let it stand 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. (I must say 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 an aircraft 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 bathtub 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 away from 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 sleeping. 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.

This story happened back in 1978. I was in 5th grade then and was just a little girl. My mother worked as a teacher, and my father was an employee of the prosecutor's office. He never said anything about his work. In the morning he put on his uniform and went to work, and in the evening he returned home. Sometimes he came gloomy and...

Portrait of a Dead Man

Who among us does not know the universally respected American portrait painter Girard Haley. It gained its worldwide fame thanks to its brilliantly executed depiction of the head of Christ. But this work was written by him in the late 30s, and in 1928 few people knew about Girard, although even then the skill of this man was highly valued...

Slipped out of the loop

It was a cold February 1895. It was old good time, when rapists and murderers were hanged in front of people, and were not given ridiculous prison terms, mocking morality and morality. A certain John Lee did not escape a similar fair fate. An English court sentenced him to death by hanging, putting...

Returned from the Grave

In 1864, Max Hoffmann turned five years old. About a month after his birthday, the boy fell seriously ill. A doctor was invited to the house, but he could not say anything comforting to the parents. In his opinion, there was no hope for recovery. The illness lasted only three days and confirmed the doctor’s diagnosis. The child died. Little body...

Dead daughter helped mother

Dr. S. Ware Mitchell was considered one of the most respected and distinguished members of his profession. During his long career as a physician, he served as both president of the American Physicians Association and chairman of the American Neurological Society. He owed this to his knowledge and professional integrity...

Two lost hours

This terrible incident happened on September 19, 1961. Betty Hill and her husband Barney were vacationing in Canada. It was nearing its end, and there were unsolved urgent matters waiting at home. In order not to waste time, the couple decided to leave in the evening and spend the whole night on the trip. In the morning they were supposed to reach their native Portsmouth in New Hampshire...

The saint healed his sister

I learned this story from my mother. At that time, I was not yet in the world, and my older sister had just turned 7 months old. For the first six months she was a healthy child, but then she became seriously ill. Every day she had severe cramps. The girl's limbs were twisting and foam was coming out of her mouth. My family lived...

It's destined to be so

In April 2002, I suffered a terrible tragedy. My 15-year-old son died tragically. I gave birth to him in 1987. The birth was very difficult. When it was all over, I was put in a single room. The door to it was open, and the light was on in the corridor. I still can’t understand whether I was sleeping or not yet recovered from the difficult procedure...

Return of the icon

This amazing story was told by our dacha neighbor Irina Valentinovna three years ago. In 1996, she changed her place of residence. The woman packed the books, of which she had quite a few, into boxes. She carelessly put a very old icon of the Virgin Mary into one of them. They got married with this icon back in 1916...

Do not bring an urn with the ashes of the deceased into the house

It just so happened that, having lived to the age of 40, I never buried anyone from my loved ones. All of them were long-lived. But my grandmother died at the age of 94. We gathered for a family council and decided to bury her remains next to her husband’s grave. He died half a century ago, and was buried in the old city cemetery, where...

Death room

Do you know what a death room is? No! Then I'll tell you about it. Sit back and read. Maybe this will lead you to some specific thoughts and keep you from acting rashly. Morton loved music, art, did charity work, respected the law and respected justice. Of course, he fed the most...

Ghost in the Mirror

I have always been interested in different stories related to supernatural phenomena. I liked to think about the afterlife, about the otherworldly entities that live in it. I really wanted to summon the souls of long-dead people and communicate with them. One day I came across a book on spiritualism. I read it on one...

Mysterious savior

This happened during the war in the difficult and hungry year of 1942 with my mother. She worked in a pharmacy at a hospital and was considered an assistant pharmacist. Rats were constantly poisoned in the premises. To do this, they scattered pieces of bread sprinkled with arsenic. The food ration was small and meager, and my mother couldn’t stand it one day. She raised...

Help from a dead man

This happened quite recently, in the spring of 2006. My close friend's husband became a heavy drinker. This upset her greatly, and she kept wondering what to do with the damned man. I sincerely wanted to help and remembered that in such cases a cemetery is a very effective remedy. I need to take the bottle of vodka that I was holding...

Treasure found by orphans

My grandfather Svyatoslav Nikolaevich was a representative of the ancient noble family. In 1918, when the revolution was raging in the country, he took his wife Sashenka and left the family estate near Moscow. He and his wife left further away to Siberia. At first he fought against the Reds, and then, when they won, he settled in a remote...

Angel under the bridge

Hoppy soil

The spaceship strainedly roared with its engines and smoothly descended to Earth. Captain Frimp opened the hatch and stepped out. Sensors showed a high oxygen content in the atmosphere, so the alien took off his spacesuit, took a deep breath of air and looked around. Around the ship the sands stretched to the horizon. Slow in the sky...

Besieged in your own home

This story is true. It took place on August 21, 1955 in Kentucky, USA, on the Sutton farm after 19:00 local time. Eight adults and three children witnessed the terrible and mysterious incident. This event caused a lot of noise and instilled horror, fear and confusion in the souls of people. But everything is in order...

Story 1:

When I was young, when I was about 19, I went to study in England, in the glorious city of Bath.

And so one late evening, after a casual sit-down in a local pub, my friends (from Russia), the same degenerates like me, and I, of course, having previously thrown a couple of pints on our chests... went home.

We were (at least we considered ourselves) decent people, that’s why we weren’t drunk, but at best, cheerful. And so we rush home to our host families, we rush for a very long time, since we still have to walk from the center of even small Bath to the residential areas by foot, and we see a cemetery.

The cemetery is healthy, old, beautiful... and locked. On the hefty gate there was a lock and an inscription, something like “I didn’t call you, go away until nine o’clock in the morning.” The fellows were bored, and the cemetery was too beautiful to just pass by, and the church was just like that, but here it was just a green fence. In general, we found a tree, climbed over it, and began to cultivate it. The Russian fellows were so impressed by the spaciousness and neatness of the place today. Without any vandalism, of course.

We walk, look at the gravestones buried in the grass, marvel at the dates of deaths that go back centuries, and then it seems that the cemetery is patrolled by a watchman, also with a dog. The fellows quickly merged with the area, hiding behind the bushes, and thinking about their fate. And these fellows are sitting on the graves, looking through the bushes at the watchman and the dog, who do not yet see them.

And here I see that on the next grave, a meter from me, between me and my friend, sits a figure of a brown-earth color, like a shadow rising from the ground, in exactly the same pose as me (if in Russian - on courts), and I see it for exactly a second, while others do not notice at all. And at that moment I was overcome by a very unpleasant and difficult to describe feeling, but which clearly made me understand that someone here really didn’t like me and that he/it was very dissatisfied not so much with my actions, but with my general presence on this heel of the earth.

I briefly, without unnecessary details, expressed my feelings and considerations to my comrades, who by that time intended to continue examining the cemetery, after which they surprisingly easily agreed with my proposal to leave. Here.

Story 2. Short. What happened not so much to me as to my mother.

It was a long time ago. I was so old then that they carried me in a stroller, and times were still such that they were not afraid to leave children on the street.

It was winter, my mother needed to go to the store and she wanted to take me with her so as not to leave me at home. For one thing, breathe some air. But on the other hand, for some reason she didn’t want to do this. And my mother, to this day, does not like to do what she really does not want. She went to the store, which means she was alone, and did not leave me on the street in front of the store, where she always left me, and where everyone else then left their children in the same way, so as not to drag them to this very store.

Upon returning, my mother sees a picture, the description of which only horrifies me as I get older. In the place where the stroller with little me should have stood, there is another one, completely pierced by a huge icicle, along which blood is pouring onto the ground. She remembers the feeling of such a bad feeling that my mother visited that day very well.

History 2.5. Also short and again about my mother, but I took more part in it.

I was then several years older, and no longer a baby, but a cunt who didn’t want to, but sometimes still found trouble on his own head. We also had a stunning Doberman, beloved by my mother, with whom she loved to walk for a long time, at least 40 minutes.

And so it was the late summer month of August, I was at home alone, my mother had just gone for a walk with the dog, and I wanted to eat watermelon. And somehow I couldn’t figure out how to cut it, brand new and not yet opened, in my head, and I came up with the simplest option - press it to my chest with my left hand and cut it with a knife with my right. No sooner said than done, and I opened a vein on my left arm almost right down to the tendon, very effectively sprinkling myself and everything around while running around the apartment in search of a bandage. After all, you shouldn’t get your clothes, tablecloth or sheets dirty, right?

According to the description of my mother, who had clearly skipped her letter to Hogwarts, she suddenly suddenly wanted to go home, although she had not walked our cute dog weighing half a centner for ten minutes. Returning home, she sees that everything was not in vain - the door to the apartment is open, it is very quiet and there is literally blood everywhere. It’s hard to imagine what was going on in her head then, but her mother’s mother was a nurse, and now only the red pink stripe on her arm, which every year creeps closer to her elbow, reminds me of those days.

Story 3. Even shorter, but exclusively about me.

I was already older, no longer a cunt, but still not a kid, and that day I went to school, as expected. Why did I need to cross a quiet road (on a lane in both directions), but which did not have any pedestrian crossing. Despite the headphones, which I did not part with, from which either Rammstein or Bi-2 sounded, I crossed it calmly, fortunately the lane “to the city” stood dead, being clogged with cars. And now I’m walking between two bumpers, they’re already raising their leg to take a quick step into the “oncoming” lane (I only looked in the right direction, in the direction of travel), when something literally jerks me back. Such a cold feeling, like neither a gust of wind nor a shake, as if someone grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled. Neither back nor forward, but as if to bring me to my senses, from which I simply froze in place. The main point is that in the next second, when I should have already been on the road, a car rushed along it at full speed against the traffic. Despite the fact that after catching my breath a little, I went to school, I was so shocked by the fact that I was alive, and that “something” kept me from this fatal accident, I gave myself lunch not to swear and I followed him for many more months.

Mystical stories from life that are very difficult to explain from a logical point of view.

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Today I decided to confess and tell my story. It just so happened that literally two or three days ago I saw in a dream my classmate, whom I had loved since I was 12 years old. Now I’m already 30, so these feelings have been living with me for quite a long time. It would be nice if we loved each other, but only I loved him. And to be honest, I don’t even know. It seemed to me that there was sympathy, but most likely there were no genuine feelings.

In general, I see a dream, the two of us are talking about something, we are in some kind of room for students, and suddenly this room turns into some kind of cave. Here we both laugh at jokes, communicate, we feel so good. I feel sympathy on his part, he hugs me, kisses my hands in every possible way, presses them to him. All of us who were in such a closed room were, like, in Greek robes, and then our teacher calls one of the guys and comes to the window, which is so uneven. I go up behind him, and we see how one woman below us takes and gives into the hands of a classmate an octopus, such a small one. We are touched, and then this octopus instantly begins to slide off our loved one’s hands and crawls right into his ear.

This is a sad life story about my separation from my beloved man.

In 2003, I met a guy named Dmitry. We were friends, talked, went to monasteries. Everything was great with us until Dmitry met a woman named Anna, divorced and with two children. She, possessing magical knowledge, had a great influence on Dmitry and soon they had a wedding. A year later, their common son, Evgeniy, was born.

I was very upset, not understanding why Dima betrayed me, because we were happy together for 10 years. And here on the way, his rival took possession of him in three days, stupefied him, and I was left alone with pain in my soul.

From the very early childhood I remember how something inside me, or rather through my inner voice, spoke to me. Explained something to me. I clearly remember how one day my mother and I were traveling from the south of Kazakhstan to Chita by train. I remember that somewhere in some small town we got off the train because my mother had been robbed. As my dad later told me many years later, her gold, which he bought with the money he earned, was stolen from her. It was the 90s. I don't remember exactly. I was five years old then.

And so we went somewhere with her to run her errands. I held hands with her the whole time, and in the other hand I held the doll that my mother bought for me at the station. I remember it was small. The eyes opened and closed, and there was also a hole in her mouth for a bottle. The bottle was in the doll's hand. I remember how happy I was then, and there was some kind of gratitude, a feeling as if my mother would no longer beat me. Everything will be great with my doll. I filled the bottle with water and the doll seemed to drink from it. And then somehow we suddenly took off and rushed off somewhere (it was cold), most likely autumn. I had so many clothes on, and they were too big, that I could hardly hold this doll in my small hands. In the end, I dropped it somewhere, and only the bottle remained. When my mother and I walked and looked for my doll, she kept scolding me: “What are you like? I won’t buy you anything else and you won’t see a doll like this again. Where could you have lost it? Let's go, there's no time to look anymore." And my inner voice speaks to me in her language, explains to me and even tries to calm me down. He said that the doll would definitely be found, she just went to visit, and then she would return.

I am married, happily married, with a child. But I have periods when my ex-boyfriend is spinning in my head. I can't do anything about it. I'm starting to dream about it. There was a beautiful courtship, then a girl became pregnant from him, and he got married, there was a very sad separation. I suffered. You could say she was reborn again. I learned to live from scratch.

My older sister hates me. She is several years older than me, we grew up separately, she was given to her grandparents, and I was given to my mother and father. As a child, I remember how my dad constantly scolded her and was strict with her, but he loved me. As a child, I was a daddy's girl. But when I was 7 years old, my dad started drinking, there were scandals, fights, and the family was falling apart. Soon, my father and mother finally divorced, my father slowly became an alcoholic, and we went to see my grandfather. I, my mother, my grandfather and my sister lived with him.

The relationship with my sister was incomprehensible, either she beat me for wrongdoing or felt sorry for me, for some reason she didn’t let me go out for a walk, if she let me go, it was for an hour and God forbid I was late. A couple of years later, my grandfather died, the three of us stayed in his apartment. After school, my sister immediately got married and brought her husband to our house. This is where hell began for me.

The other day there was a quarrel with a relative. Personally, I would have long ago reduced communication with her to a minimum, but my mother stubbornly clung to her, because “there are no more relatives”, “this is not good”, “what if we need help, and besides her, there will be no one to help” .

About 20 years ago, when our family was going through difficult times, we often borrowed money from this relative. Everything was returned. She also helped resolve some organizational issues several times. She gave me expensive gifts as a child. I considered her the ideal woman and dreamed of being like her: beautiful, charming, popular with men, kind, rich. When I grew up, everything turned out to be a little different.

I have never been particularly naive, believing in dreams and miracles, but an incident that happened 2 years ago made me think and change my outlook on life.

The fact is that I have had poor eyesight for a long time, and I have already come to terms with it. But exactly 2 years ago, on the night of July 6-7 (the famous holiday of Ivan Kupala), a miracle happened. Waking up on the morning of July 7, I again saw with my own eyes 100% independently! I no longer needed glasses or contacts. By the way, medicine cannot explain such a case. And I considered this a miracle, a reward, a gift from higher powers. Of course, the next day my vision fell again and is the same now.

I’ll say right away that I am an incorrigible materialist, but the story that happened to me still causes me confusion. It is connected with mysticism quite relatively, but it actually happened, nothing was made up.

After the seventh grade in 1980, my family decided to move from the Kirov region to the Rostov region, closer to our relatives, where there was a lot of sun, warmth and abundance of fruit. My aunt and mother’s sister and her family lived three kilometers from Kamensk-Shakhtinsky on the banks of the Seversky Donets. My cousin, who was a year older than me, was an avid fisherman and spent time on the river from morning to night. I also became addicted to fishing. And so my brother and I once decided to organize night fishing.

I want to dedicate my confession to a man known by everyone, or almost everyone, by the nickname “Stranger.” I will try to tell in detail what prompted me to write my story.

More than six months ago, when quarrels began with my husband, trying to find answers to my problems on the Internet, I accidentally found the “Confession” website. Reading the comments, I saw the Stranger, not so much his mysterious avatar, but his statements, his points of view at some point came into contact with mine, touching my soul. I’m not talking about love, I love one man in my life, this is something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy emanating from a person.

I won’t say that I consider myself one of his fans, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, while others sometimes outraged me, but I learned from many of his views on life for myself. Has my personal life improved? It's not perfect yet, but it probably won't happen. A stranger is like a kindred spirit, without seeing his face, appearance, without knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are charmed, men argue about interruptions). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And during all the time on the site I could no longer feel what you felt when the Stranger commented.