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The other day there was a quarrel with a relative. Personally, I would have reduced communication with her to a minimum a long time ago, but my mother stubbornly clung to her, because “there are no more relatives”, “it’s so bad”, “what if we need help, and besides her, there will be no one to help” .

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

I have never been particularly naive, believing in dreams and miracles, but the 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 this. But exactly 2 years ago, on the night of July 6-7 (the famous holiday of Ivan Kupala), a miracle happened. When I woke up on the morning of July 7, I again saw with my own eyes 100% on my own! I no longer needed glasses or lenses. By the way, medicine cannot explain such a case. And I considered it that very miracle, an award, a gift from higher powers. Of course, the next day my vision fell again and now the same.

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

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 fruit abundance. My aunt, my 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 was lost on the river from morning to night. I am also addicted to fishing. And so my brother and I once decided to organize night fishing.

I want to dedicate my confession to a man under the well-known, or almost everyone, 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 the soul. I'm not talking about love, I love one man in my life, it's something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy coming from a person.

I will not say that I consider myself one of his admirers, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, and sometimes resented others, 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 be. A stranger, like a kindred spirit, not seeing his face, appearance, not knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are fascinated, men argue for interruption). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And for all the time on the site, I could no longer feel what you feel when the Stranger commented.

This story happened to my father. It was several years ago. My parents have a dacha in the Krasnokutsky district of the Kharkov region. My father loves to roam the forest and knows it well. The forest where he walks, not far from the cottage, is pine.

So, he says that he somehow walked through the forest, and where he had often been before. And now he sees that he is walking not through a pine forest, but through an oak forest! He also saw a pond there, which he had never seen in those places, but he knew for sure that there was no pond there. He was frightened, began to look for a way out, guided, as he said, by the sun. After some time, he again found himself in a pine forest.

I sometimes have prophetic dreams. Some of them are about how and who takes someone from relatives or friends to the next world.

I had a very strange and memorable dream about my mother-in-law. As if the mother-in-law is lying on something, and a beautiful young woman is bending over her and scolding her for something, pointing at me. I woke up and began to analyze. I remembered another dream related to my mother-in-law. I dreamed of some kind of pit or grave, earth, and my mother-in-law buried my photograph. I thought, maybe that young beautiful woman scolded her for this act?

This story happened literally tonight, and since then I have been looking at my cat with different eyes. In some ways, it even resembles a horror movie.

Actually the point is this. At night I had a nightmare, and with the participation of this cat, by the way. Of course, there is nothing unusual in this, everyone has nightmares sometimes. And, in general, the nightmare, as it usually happens, reaches its climax and I woke up in the middle of the night and I hear that purring at my feet! That is, as if he was enjoying the fact that I had a nightmare. In general, a cat never purrs so easily, only if you stroke it or take it in your arms, and so that you just lie and purr, this never happens.

I have serious problem. I absolutely do not know how to control my thoughts, or rather, these are not even thoughts, but obsessions. Moreover, my favorite places and things can be associated with negative thoughts.

For example, I look at some place and immediately before my eyes some kind of terrible picture (as if something bad is happening in this place). And it begins to seem to me that this place is now connected with what I imagined. I really don't want this place to be associated with something bad now, but diametrically opposed sentences come to mind, like "I really want this to be like this."

I am 27 years old, I have two daughters, my husband, thank God, I have a place to live and what to do, but there is one “but”.

I grew up in a large and very poor family. We have five parents, I'm middle. I did not go to kindergarten, but I studied very well at school. Then college, university and family.

My paternal grandmother was kind of like a good man, but few people talked to her, everyone was afraid of her and considered her a witch (and a black one). Even my mother and father himself somehow shunned her. When my grandmother fell ill (she was 75 years old), her parents had to take her to their place, and I had to help, take care of her, and I even made friends with her. She died 6 months later and that's where it all started.

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

Dead man's portrait

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slipped out of the loop

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Returned from the grave

In 1864, Max Hoffmann was 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 his parents. In his opinion, there was no hope for recovery. The illness lasted only three days and confirmed the doctor's diagnosis. The child has died. Little body...

The dead daughter helped her mother

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Two missed hours

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Saint healed sister

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

So destined by fate

In April 2002, a terrible grief befell me. 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 a light was on in the corridor. I still can’t understand if I was sleeping or not yet recovered from the difficult procedure ...

The 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. Books, which she had a lot, the woman packed in boxes. Into one of them she carelessly thrust a very old icon of the Mother of God. We got married with this icon back in 1916…

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

It just so happened that when I reached the age of 40, I never buried any of my relatives. All of them were long-lived. But at the age of 94, my grandmother died. We have gathered for 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 will tell you about it. Get comfortable and read. Maybe this will lead you to some specific thoughts and keep you from rash acts. Morton loved music, art, did charity work, respected the law and honored justice. Of course, he fed the most...

Ghost from the mirror

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Mysterious Savior

It happened during the war in the difficult and hungry year of 1942 with my mother. She worked in a pharmacy at the 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 a little meager, and my mother could not stand it one day. She raised...

Help from the dead

It happened quite recently, in the spring of 2006. My close friend's husband got drunk heavily. This upset her greatly, and she kept wondering what the damned thing to do with him. I sincerely wanted to help and remembered that in such cases it is very effective tool is a cemetery. You need to take a bottle of vodka that you kept ...

Treasure found orphans

My grandfather Svyatoslav Nikolaevich was a representative of an old 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 went away to Siberia. At first he fought against the Reds, and then, when they won, he settled in a deaf ...

Angel under the bridge

hoppy soil

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Besieged in their own home

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

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A classmate told how she was looking for a boyfriend on dating sites. Found, talked for a while, and then agreed to meet. Here's what she had to say about her date.

We met in a cafe. Everything is standard. Quite a nice guy, talking about hobbies, personal questions to get to know each other better, but something was not right. We talked little on the net and he knew a little about me, from my words, and when we met, the feeling that he knows everything about me and tries to please, they say, one-on-one hobbies, up to his favorite film and book, although the conversation about this just started, and such coincidences. Everything seems to be perfect - an ideal interlocutor, completely suitable for tastes, who understands perfectly. Maybe this is such a rarity for such acquaintances, but it was somehow frightening.

A few years ago, an acquaintance ordered an amulet-pendant “fang of the beast” or “claw of the beast”, I don’t remember exactly, but such pendants are still quite a fashionable item. And a friend made an order not for mystical protective purposes, but for beauty. Like, the fang or claw of a predator is cool. In general, I paid, waited for delivery and put it on myself. I don’t know how long he wore it, but when I met him recently, I didn’t see this pendant on him. She asked: “Did you sow your dream or are you tired of it?”. He said that after he put this thing on himself, something strange began to happen. Some wounds on the body began to appear, scratches. I ran around all the doctors. I was looking for a source of scratches, although there are no pets to look for, and you can run into something sharp a couple of times and then by accident.

Theater is a special world of magical acting and fairy-tale creativity. There is a special atmosphere of mystery. Even the smell in the theater is unique, peculiar only to this place. The viewer only sees outside this magic. The real theater lives only behind the scenes.

I was lucky to touch this world. Once I studied at the acting studio at our drama theater. It was an unforgettable period! So, the incident about which the story will go happened at one of the evening classes. Our rehearsals were held on a small stage. This is a small hall, compared to the main stage, completely black. The stage is black, the walls are upholstered in black cloth, the curtains are black and even the ceiling is black. Immediately after our lesson, The Master and Margarita was supposed to be staged, so the scenery for the episode in the madhouse was already on stage when the Master came to Homeless.

I recalled an old incident told by a work colleague. She was an intelligent person of Soviet upbringing. In fact, a terrible incident experienced by her in her youth, she told with enthusiasm, almost with laughter, to employees at work at lunchtime. We then (there were two of us) still thought to believe it or not. On the other hand, why should she invent and why. Adequate economist, husband, child, apartment, cottage and car - complete well-being Soviet woman. I don’t remember why they touched on the topic of the other world, but the incident she told was always remembered. Further from her words.

Mid 60s. Our the large family lived in the Urals in a working settlement, which was located in a rather remote taiga. There were 6 children, besides me, there were 4 more sisters and the long-awaited boy, who was born the penultimate one. Of course, his parents singled him out especially, while they waited for him, gave birth to four daughters. The village was small, almost everyone was related to each other, in the same village lived the mother of our father, and the parents of our mother. Our school was just elementary. The secondary school was in a larger village 7 km from our settlement, where children from the surrounding small villages studied, and lived in school days in boarding school. When I, the eldest daughter, finished primary school and had to study high school in a neighboring village and stay in a boarding school for weeks, and the next 2 sisters were already studying in elementary school, the parents moved to a neighboring large village so that the children would not have to live in a boarding school.

This unusual story happened to me as a child. I was about 4 years old. Our family at that time lived in a hostel. One afternoon I was left at home alone, my mother went away for a while. I was sitting in the room and after a while I began to hear some sounds outside the door. I opened the door and looked out into a long dark corridor connecting several rooms. It was very dark in there and I couldn't see the source of the sound. It was scary to go to the switch, I closed the door and returned to the room. After a while, I began to hear even more clearly that someone was already very close to the door of our room. I got really scared. I moved away from the door. Whether what happened next was a figment of my childish imagination or actually happened is up to you to judge.

We have been living in this house for about 5 years, we are “shaposhno” familiar with our neighbors on the floor and until recently nothing extraordinary has happened. For the first time, a not very pleasant situation happened with a trip to the store at night (I wrote about it), but I already forgot and here it is again 25! I had a day off today, so I decided to do some cleaning, cooking, etc. After 3 hours, having redone everything, I went to throw out a bag of garbage.

I must say that in our vestibule there are 4 apartments, a long corridor and a garbage chute at the opposite end from the front door, in a nook. On the same wall, where the door of my apartment, is el. shield. I go out, the corridor is empty, I turned to the garbage chute and heard the door of the electrical panel open (it is metal and creaks so disgustingly when opening / closing). I load the container with garbage and am surprised - it’s strange, there was no one in the corridor, no doors slammed, no steps were heard, and in time no one would have managed to reach the shield on either side of the corridor while I was walking to the garbage chute - literally 5-7 steps!

IN Krasnodar Territory in the Temryuk district in the village of Golubitskaya there is one lagoon, the locals call it Mud Lake. People believe that the mud in it is healing, and this lake is surrounded by a mystical halo. They say that in ancient times, one Cossack woman drowned herself in it because of unhappy love, people have long forgotten her name, but they remember that story.

Mystical Detective

STRONGER THAN BLADE

This scarf saved Vika's life on that terrible night when we were attacked by a stoned or chipped bastard. It was like this: we were returning from the theater, of course, there was no money for a taxi. Late, dark, rain and snow - brrr! We have almost reached our yard, then, out of nowhere - a dark silhouette. “Give us the phones, bitches! His hoarse voice betrayed the seriousness of his intentions. - What are you standing for? Well! Alive!

Thriller

HEAD OF PROFESSOR IVANOV

Ivanov also ended up with nothing. Nature said her resolute “no” to impudent researchers and shook her finger.

However, that was almost a hundred years ago. Today, science is developing so rapidly that no one is surprised by the possibility of a head transplant - an operation described by science fiction writer Alexander Belyaev in the novel "Professor Dowell's Head".

melodrama

AT THE COFFIN OF THE FATHER

I immediately remembered how, as a child, I climbed onto his lap and inhaled the aroma of tobacco and engine oil - an inexpressible pleasure! And I also remember that in moments when I was sick, my father, passing by, put his warm hand on my forehead, and these were moments of happiness ...

ballad

GREAT GRANDMA'S GOLD

It was so exciting, as if Uncle Suren looked into the distant past in a time machine and now held a precious piece of it in his hands. When our squeal subsided, Suren solemnly showed us gold earrings and an emerald ring…

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Hi all! I read here what the angel of death looks like - like, an aunt with a scythe or a skeleton in a black cloak, etc. I don’t know how, but personally I don’t believe in it. I saw him in a different guise.

That winter, my grandmother became paralyzed... I used to sleep in the same room with her, well, maybe you need it. And one day my sister asked me to spend the night with her, she says that she is somehow anxious. In general, fell asleep quickly. And now, through a dream, I feel a terrible, simply hysterical fear roll over me. I woke up from an internal trembling.

I open my eyes and see right in front of me someone's face with a very creepy expression. I have never seen a more beautiful and more terrible face at the same time - huge black eyes without pupils, thick Mephistopheles eyebrows, severely shifted, elongated nose and large red lips. That something looked me straight in the eyes, so intently. Maybe then I passed out from fear, or just passed out, but I don’t remember anything else from that night.

1. Amphisbaena - According to Ovid, amphisbaena was born from the blood of the Gorgon killed by Perseus. A giant two-headed snake, the second head of which is on the tail. Pliny explains the presence of the second head of the amphisbaena as too much poison, which cannot be released through only one mouth; he also talks about medicinal properties amphisbaena. The scientist Apollodorus believed that the old skin of amphisbaena wrapped around a travel staff could protect against other reptiles.

2. Basilisk - According to Lucan, the basilisk appeared from the blood of the slain Gorgon Medusa the Serpent, which has a deadly poison and smell. According to the "Natural History" of Pliny the Elder, the basilisk lives in the vicinity of Cyrenaica, its length is up to 30 cm, with a white spot on its head, resembling a diadem. It moves by wriggling not like other snakes, but by raising its middle part. It has the ability to kill not only with poison, but also with a look, smell, burn grass and break stones.