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Taxi driver clairvoyant
I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I was the most - the most ugly girl in the universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I did not believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.
I was twenty-two, but I didn't date anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the way I ran from my own appearance. I decided to go to Kyiv to get distracted and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music ... I don’t know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart longed for this city. This one, not the other!
Time on the road went by quickly. I was very sorry that I did not have time to enjoy the road as it should. And I didn’t manage to take a picture, as the train raced unbearably fast. Nobody was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those whom I met.
I stood for three seconds at the station and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel where I had booked in advance. I got into a taxi and heard: “are you that girl who is not sure about her appearance, and who still does not have a half?”. I was surprised, but answered positively. Now I am married to this man.
And how he knows all this about me is still a secret.
The most mystical stories
Pray, or Stories of Miraculous Salvation
I was orphaned at an early age. One old woman took pity on me and taught me to read the amulet prayer, and said at the same time:
- Do not be lazy. Legs out of bed - and read. The tongue won't fall off. But you will always be protected from trouble.
I have always done so. And now I will tell you about two unusual cases from my life.
Inner voice. Story one
IN early youth I swam in the Amur. Nearby, a steamboat pulled a barge upstream. I did not know that the barge, which has a rounded bottom at the bottom, draws under itself when moving, and swam close to it. I felt myself being pulled under the bottom of the ship. An inner voice said, "Dive in." I took a deep breath and dived in. He endured as much as he could. I surfaced - the barge was fifteen meters away from me. If not for the inner voice, I would have drowned.
Inner voice. Story two
And the second case. The area in which I live is replete with stone deposits (something like limestone). Cellars have been built here from time immemorial from this stone. The stones were tightly fitted to each other, no cementing mortar was used. To dismantle such a basement, you need to dig a large layer of earth from above. And experienced craftsmen do so. From the inside of the basement, they break out the back wall, and then, retreating to the exit, they gradually, by a meter, bring down the vault. When I needed to tear down the basement, I did just that. I broke the back wall, and then someone called me:
- Gregory!
I got out of the basement - no one is there. He stood and looked around - no one was there. Strange. I distinctly heard that I was called. I stand at a loss, even some kind of timidity took over. And then there was a roar. The entire vault of the basement collapsed. Stay inside - perish! After that, decide whether to believe or not to believe in otherworldly forces ...
New mystical story
Once at Christmas, the girls were guessing
This story took place on the eve of happy holiday year - Christmas! And you can't call it anything other than a miracle. I was 19 years old and at that time I was going through a personal tragedy, my boyfriend left me very cruelly, he went to his best friend.
The mood was not festive at all. I took a bottle of semi-sweet and alone, sitting in the kitchen, I began to sob about my bitter fate.
Then the doorbell rang, it was my girlfriends who came to visit me to share my grief with me, well, and a bottle of wine, of course.
Having drunk a little, someone offered to tell fortunes on the betrothed. Everyone laughed together, but agreed.
Having written the names of the men on pieces of paper, they took them out of the makeshift bag one by one. I came across the name "Andrey". At that time, of Andreev's acquaintances, I had only a cousin, and I was skeptical about such fortune-telling.
Suddenly, one of her friends suggested that we continue the fun on the street, and the whole crowd of us went in search of adventure. In continuation of the Christmas fortune-telling, they began to run up to passers-by and ask for a name. And what do you think? "My" passer-by was called Andrey. It was getting more interesting.
That same evening, in the park, I met my future husband ... no, not Andrey! His name was Artyom and I safely forgot about all these fortune-telling.
5 years have passed and on Christmas Eve, my husband and I sat and talked about the baptism of children. Artem suggested that we give our daughter a middle name at baptism. To my dumb question, he replied that he himself was given two names, the first Artem, and the second ANDREY!
When I remember the story of five years ago, goosebumps ran through my body. And how can you not believe in the Christmas miracle?!
Mystic stories from life, which are very difficult to explain in terms of logic.
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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 live in me for quite a long time. It would be nice if we loved each other, but only I loved him. And frankly, I don't even know. It seemed to me that there was sympathy, but that it was sincere feelings, most likely not.
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 from him, he hugs me, kisses my hands in every possible way, presses them to himself. All of us who were in such a closed room were, like, in Greek attire, and then our teacher calls one of the guys and goes to the window, so uneven. I go up to him, and we see how one woman below us takes and gives an octopus, a small one, into the hands of a classmate. We are touched, and then this octopus instantly begins to slip from the hands of a loved one and climbs right into his ear.
It's sad life story about my separation from my beloved man.
In 2003, I met a guy named Dmitry. We made friends, talked, went to monasteries. Everything was great with us until Dmitry met a woman named Anna, divorced and with two children, on the way of Dmitry. She, possessing magical knowledge, had a great influence on Dmitry and soon they had a wedding. A year later, their common son Eugene 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, the rival took possession of him in three days, drugged him, and I was left alone with pain in my soul.
From early childhood, I remember how something inside me, or rather through my inner voice, spoke to me. Explained something to me. I remember clearly how once 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 was robbed. As my dad later told me many years later, she was robbed of gold, which he bought with the money he earned. It was the 90s. I do not remember exactly. I was five years old then.
And so we went somewhere with her on her business. I held her hand all the time, and in the other hand I held a doll that my mother bought me at the station. I remember it was small. Her eyes opened and closed, and she also had a bottle hole in her mouth. 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 collected water in a bottle and the doll seemed to drink from it. And somehow we suddenly broke down and rushed somewhere (it was cold) rather autumn. I had so many clothes on, and it was too big, that I could hardly hold this doll in my little hands. As a result, I dropped it somewhere, only a bottle remained. When my mother and I walked and looked for my doll, she kept scolding me: “What are you. I won’t buy you anything else and you won’t see a doll like that. Where could you have lost her? Let's go, there's no time to look anymore." And the inner voice speaks to me in her language, explains to me and even tries to calm me down. He said that there would definitely be a doll, she just went to visit, and then she would return.
I am married, happily married and have a child. But I have periods when it's spinning in my head ex-boyfriend. I can't do anything about it. I start dreaming. There was a beautiful courtship, then a girl became pregnant from him, and he got married, there was a very sad parting. I suffered. You could say it was reborn. Learned to live from scratch.
My older sister hates me. She is a few years older than me, we grew up separately, she was given to her grandparents, and I was given to my mom and dad. As a child, I remember how my father constantly scolded her and was strict with her, but he loved me. As a child, I was my father's daughter. But when I was 7 years old, dad got drunk, there were scandals, fights, the family was falling apart. Soon, my father and mother finally divorced, my father slowly became an inveterate drunkard, and we went to grandfather. He lived with me, my mother, grandfather and my sister.
Relations with my sister were incomprehensible, then she beat me for a fault, then she felt sorry for me, for some reason she didn’t let me go out for a walk, if she let me go, then for an hour and God forbid be late. A couple of years later, grandfather died, the three of us remained in his apartment. My sister immediately got married after school and brought her husband to our house. This is where hell started for me.
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 as a child. 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.
Mystical stories from real life - this is very early form a story that originated in time immemorial. They were told to each other by people around fires, mothers frightened children (for the purpose of education, of course), etc., etc. It is often just a legend, a modern form of folklore or mythology that reflects the fears or awes of an era. While they used to be passed down by word of mouth in real life, modern technology has also become the purveyor of fairy tales. Today, at the peak of popularity, the use of various sites (such as our collection of mystical stories) and social networks who were able to create a special atmosphere of fear through design, music and video design.
Most mystical stories actually change throughout life depending on the place and era of the narrator's residence. They usually happened to a "friend of a friend", giving some kind of reality and a sense of "aliveness", adding an additional factor of fear. They are the scourge of playgrounds and wine parties. They are always terribly scary these Mystical Real Life Stories.
The story of Bloody Mary (in real life, the mystical story is told on February 16, 1994)
Traditional Folk History of Bloody Mary
Despite the fact that the name "Bloody Mary" has firmly entered the English language and is familiar to any English-speaking person, there are many variations of the name of this witch. Among various sources, the following names can be found: Bloody Bones, Hell Mary, Mary Worth, Mary Worthington, Mary Wallace, Mary Liu, Mary Jane, Mary Stanley, Sally, Cathy, Agnes, Black Agnes, Madame Swart (Svart (e) in Scandinavian languages means "black"). It is noteworthy that many of these names refer to the most famous British surnames and popular names.
Traditionally, Bloody Mary is associated with Mary of England, who also had the nickname "Bloody Mary" for her cruel manner of ruling and reprisals against political opponents. During her reign, Mary suffered several miscarriages and false pregnancies. In this regard, some scholars of English folklore have suggested that "Bloody Mary" and her "passion" for kidnapping personifies a queen who is distraught from the loss of her children.
In addition to the role of a "horror story", the legend of Mary also often acts as an English rite of divination for a betrothed, mainly carried out on Halloween. According to legend, young girls in a dark house should climb the stairs, walking backwards, and hold a candle in front of a mirror. After that, they should try to see the face of the betrothed in the reflection. But there is also the possibility that the girl will see the skull, and this will mean that she will die before the wedding.
“When I was about 9 years old, I went to a friend’s birthday party. There were about 10 other girls there. Around midnight we decided to call Mary Worth. Some of us have never heard of it, so one of the girls told her whole mystical story.
Mary Worth lived a long time. She was a very beautiful young girl. One day she had a terrible accident that disfigured her face so much that no one looked at her. After this accident, she was not allowed to see her own reflection for fear that she would go insane. Before the accident, she spent hours admiring her beauty in her bedroom mirror.
One night, when everyone had gone to bed, unable to fight her curiosity any longer, she crawled into a room that had a mirror. As soon as she saw her face, she burst into terrible cries and sobs. It was at this point that she was so heartbroken and wanted her old reflection back that she went into the mirror to find it, vowing to disfigure anyone who looked for her in the mirror.
Hearing this and others mystical stories from real life, we decided to turn off all the lights and try to summon Mary's spirit. We all gathered around the mirror and began to chant "Mary Worth, Mary Worth, I believe in Mary Worth." About the seventh time we said this, one of the girls who was in front of the mirror started screaming and trying to push herself away from the mirror. She screamed so loudly that my friend's mother ran into the room. She quickly turned on the light and found the girl standing in the corner, screaming loudly. She turned it to see what the problem was and saw long fingernail scratches on right cheek. I will never forget her face as long as I live!!
These fictional mystical stories, allegedly from real life, make the audience afraid of their own reflection. Yes, and the very essence of the story is ridiculous and boils down to the old adage "curiosity killed the cat." There is something terrible in the very idea of something coming out of a mirror or a television screen, as if it were some kind of a parallel world, or perhaps a world opposite to ours, used in films such as Poltergeist. The idea of an opposite, parallel universe gives us the closest idea of hell. Bloody Mary gives rise to the idea that evil spirits worlds are captured by the glass, which also captures our own images and creates mystical fear. The fear that not only they may be summoned into our world, but that perhaps after death we ourselves will be trapped behind glass.
body in bed. Criminal a bit mystical story from real life.
“A man and a woman went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon and checked into a hotel room. When they got to the room, they both noticed a bad smell. Husband called the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they needed another room. The manager apologized and said they were all booked due to the conference. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice as compensation and he's going to send a maid to their room to clean and try to get rid of the smell.
After a good dinner, the couple returned to their room. When they entered, they both still smelled the same smell. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try to find a room at another hotel. He called all the nearest hotels, but there were no available rooms. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find a room for them anywhere, but they would try to clean the room again. The couple decided to go sightseeing, have fun and so they said they would give two hours to clean up and then come back.
When the couple left the manager and maid went to the room to try to find what smelled like that in the room. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, towels, removed the curtains and hung new ones, scrubbed the carpet and ripped out the whole room again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple returned two hours later to find that the room still had a bad smell. The husband was so angry that he decided to find the source of this smell himself. So he started to search the entire room himself. After removing the top mattress from the bed, he discovered... the dead body of a woman."
This story can really be considered one of the most terrible mystical stories from real life, because in that very REAL life it has REAL documentary evidence. Although there is no data that accurately confirms this particular case (none was registered in Vegas). But, there were many reports of similar events in newspapers all over America.
For example: in 1999 Burgen Record reports an incident with two German tourists who complained about a terrible rancid smell in their room. Despite complaints, the couple ended up spending the night sleeping over the decomposing corpse of 64-year-old Saul Hernandez, who was found in the same hiding place as the body in The Mystery of the Body in Bed. The most recent life story about the hidden body in bed was published in March 2010 in Memphis. ABC Eyewitness News reports:
“On March 15, investigators were called to room 222 at the Budget Inn, where Sonya Milbrook's body was found under a bed. Police say she was found in a metal frame that was sitting right on the floor after someone reported a strange smell. The body lay in a bed frame, with a spring mattress on top. Room 222 has been rented out 5 times and cleaned by hotel staff since the day Sonya Millbrook was reported missing, according to investigators. Homicide investigators say Milbrook was murdered."
This terrible truth behind the usual mystical life story is so real that it turns it into one of the most creepy and unpleasant urban legends in America.
Clown statue. ... maybe a mystical story from real life, or maybe not ...
“I have a friend who was a babysitter when she was a teenager. Worked as a babysitter for a short time. Her clients were quite wealthy and lived in a huge house on the outskirts of the city. I remember about clients that the wife was a doctor, and the husband was a co-owner in some law firm, so we are talking about a decent family income.
Their house was huge, luxuriously furnished and stuffed with family heirlooms.
One night, they go to a dinner party and leave this girl to look after the children. The owner is shaking for his jewelry and doesn't want her wandering around the house where she might damage some ancient piece of armor or something, so he says she should stay in the living room. A kitchen and a huge screen TV are attached to the living room, so there will be no problems with entertainment. So they leave, and their children, being obedient, soon go to bed. The babysitter settles into her designated room and starts watching TV while preparing her own snacks. Soon she begins to feel uncomfortable. In the corner of the room stands an ugly, bulky statue of a clown. It looks like some grotesque antique from the 20's or so, and it's sort of dirty, covered in what looks like oil. A really mystical story begins - it seems to the girl that the statue is watching her.
It is said that we have the ability to feel that you are being watched, but often this sensation plays a trick on you. The girl tried to ignore It, but she couldn't help feeling like the clown's eyes were staring at her. She eventually takes her phone and locks herself in the toilet in the hallway outside. In her head she told herself she was crazy, thinking that the statue might hear her talk, that it was a ridiculous thought, but she left anyway. She calls the mistress of the house:
"Hello. This is Sarah. Look, I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I have a strange mystical story here... you have a statue of a clown in your living room, I'm really uncomfortable.... she's staring at me. Maybe you can move to another room or just throw a blanket over her?
After a long pause, the hostess replied:
“Okay Sarah, I get it. Calmly. Wake up the children, take them out of the room, put them in the car and knock on the nearest house. When you're there, call the police. I think it's safe to say that when you hear "call the police" you're not going to ask too many questions and waste time now."
She grabbed the children and ran away. As it turned out later, there was no statue of a clown in the house.
It turns out that children have complained before about the clown watching them sleep in their room. The father attributed it to stupid mystical stories and basically ignored their stories until the nanny saw him too. As it turned out, the local psychiatric ward had recently closed in the area, and not all of the former patients were cared for. The story goes that the police tried to hide their concern, though not very well, after hearing the mention of the clown costume before heading to the house. After a thorough search of the building, they were unable to find the clown. It turns out that before discharge the patient was treated for vivid and dangerous fantasies, but was unable to complete the course before the ward closed. They didn't catch him. "
Fear of clowns, or Coulrophobia, is not related to real life mystical stories and is a relatively common fear. It is related to the famous Stephen King novel in which seven children are terrorized by an entity that mostly appears in the form of "Pennywise the Dancing Clown". The twisted smiles and grimaces of the clowns became much more of a twisted and insane evil. IN last years, the most famous of the clown forms is Batman's archimesis, the psychopathic Joker. Perhaps it is the mask and façade of innocence that the makeup represents that makes the clown so scary. There is also an association with pedophilia or sexual abuse. This mystical story is terrible mainly for nannies and young mothers. She plays on the fear of intruders, from which they must protect the children and which poses a potential threat to the nanny herself. There are different versions of the story. In any case, this is a mystical story from real life that has been told in different versions of the nanny for years and deserves a place in our hit parade.
Coulrophobia
The modern "evil clown" archetype developed in the 1980s, popularized in large part by Stephen King's It, and possibly also by John Wayne Gacy, the real-life serial killer, nicknamed the Killer Clown in 1978. Other pop culture examples include the 1988 horror comedy Killer Clowns from Outer Space. The Joker character of the Batman franchise emerged in 1940 and has grown into one of the most recognizable and iconic fictional characters in pop culture, topping Wizard magazine's 2006 list of the 100 Greatest Villains of All Time. Krusty the Clown (introduced in 1989) is a parody of Bozo the Clown on The Simpsons. In an episode of Lisa's First Word (1992), Bart's childhood fear of clowns manifests itself in the form of Bart's injury from a hacky Krusty the Clown bed, when he continuously utters the phrase "I can't sleep, the clown will eat me." This phrase inspired Alice Cooper's song from the album Dragontown (2001) and became a meme. Websites dedicated to evil clowns and fear of clowns appeared in the late 1990s.
Killer in the back seat. The story is not mystical, but from real life. And that's for sure. ;)
“A woman leaves work late, realizing that she has nothing to eat in the morning. She stops at the garage on her way home to pick up some supplies. The woman's company demands overtime, and by the time she leaves for home, the road is pretty deserted. Suddenly, another car pulls up behind her at high speed. She shines with a turn signal, gives on the gas and starts to go around in the oncoming lane as if she is going to overtake, but at the last moment she breaks back and continues to “snuggle” behind.
The driver of the rear car begins flashing its high beams, blinding her a little. In a panic, she starts to accelerate. In desperation, she reaches for her phone, but at the speed she's driving, she's afraid she won't be able to handle the car if she tries to make a call.
The driver behind her starts to become more and more aggressive, blink even more and drive right behind her. In the end, he even hit her several times from behind. Her phone jumped somewhere under the seat. She rushes home. Finally reaching her house, she jumps out of the car and runs to front door, but another car pulls up behind her. As soon as she puts her key in the door, the driver of the other car screams.
"For God's sake, lock the car door!"
Without thinking twice, she does it. As soon as the lock clicks, she sees the face of a man materialize at the rear seat window, staring at her and tapping lightly on the window.
This story easily deserves its place as one of the scariest mystical stories. In real life, she has made countless people check their rear seats every time they drive at night (including me). The interesting moral of this story is that it's not always clear where the source of the fear is, which is actually the danger.
There is another common version of such mystical stories from real life history: a strange and even creepy-looking gas station attendant is trying to pull the driver out of the car and thereby save him from the killer lurking in the back seat. This story is meant to make people re-evaluate their prejudices, as the man who causes so much fear in real life is trying to save the driver in a dangerous situation.
The bottom line is hidden fear. You feel safe in your car and danger always lies outside. As long as you are locked up, you are protected from any threats. This turns this general concept on its head, for the victim is locked in danger.
I can lick too... More nasty than mystical story. In real life, it was a viral mailing (such as a chain letter).
An example of a real email distributed in May 2001: Subj: DO NOT DELETE THIS!!! (it scared me to death)
“There was a beautiful young girl. She lived in a small town south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to travel to the city for a while, so they left their daughter at home alone under the protection of her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all windows and doors. And at about 8 pm, the parents went to the city. Doing as she was told, the girl closed and locked all the windows and every door. But there was one window in the basement that didn't close completely."
“Trying her best, she finally closed the window, but it did not latch. So she went out the window and went upstairs. To make sure no one could get in, she closed the bolt on the basement door. "
“Then she sat down, had dinner and decided to go to bed. Around 12:00, she cuddled up to the dog and fell asleep.”
“At some point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at her watch...it was 2:30. She snuggled up again, wondering what had woken her up...when she heard the noise. Dripping sound. She thought that the faucet in the kitchen was leaking and water was dripping into the sink. So thinking it wasn't that scary, she decided to go back to sleep."
“But for some reason she was nervous, so she reached her hand to the edge of the bed and let the dog lick her hand to make sure that he was there and would protect her. She woke again at 3:45 to the sound of dripping water. But she went back to sleep anyway. She stretched again and let the dog lick her arm. Then she fell asleep again."
"At 6:52 a.m., the girl decided she'd had enough... she got up just in time to see her parents pull up to the house. 'Good,' she thought. 'Now someone can fix that faucet...'." She went to the bathroom, and there was her collie dog, skinned and hung on a hook. The noise she heard was her blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to grab something heavy in case anyone else was in the house.....and there on the floor next to her bed she saw a small note written in blood: "I DO NOT DOG, BUT I CAN LICK, MY CHARM! »
“Now it’s time for you to lock all the windows and doors. This is a letter with a mystical story from real life. It is true. This happened many years ago, and the man who killed the dog was never caught. If you delete this letter, then you will suffer the same fate as the girl in the story, years after the dog was killed. She was raped and killed in the same city and in the same house as the dog. Do not erase this letter, because if you do, a terrible thing will happen to you, everyone will soon know your name. Because it will be the headline of your local newspaper. It will sound like this ... Murder in a small town. Killer on the loose! The letter is real. The only thing you can do is send this letter to 23 people and you will have your chance at life. You have been warned. I hope I don't see any murder stories in the papers anytime soon. And now I wish you Have a good day. And one more thing... you only have 23 minutes... sorry. "
This story was sent out by e-mail under the guise of a mystical story from real life. And this is a perfect example of the evolution of an urban legend that has gone viral and demands action from the reader. This feature has proven to be a popular phenomenon among users of social networking sites, and it has been a popular email subject, mostly among younger users, who believe that not sending an email will end in your death.
An interesting feature of this mystical phenomenon is its resemblance to the films A Nightmare on Elm Street. That if something is not done, then the killer will return in some supernatural form to get a new victim. Most of these mystical stories invade real life and threaten that evil will come at night while you sleep. Sounds familiar?
Due to the fact that media and technology are developing very quickly, it will be interesting to see what “real life mystical stories” will become tomorrow, how they will spread and what role they will play in our world. Let's see!
In this section, we have collected true mystical stories sent by our readers and corrected by moderators before publication. This is the most popular section on the site, because. reading stories about mysticism based on real events is liked even by those people who doubt the existence otherworldly forces and consider stories about everything strange and incomprehensible to be just coincidences.
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I found my great-grandmother alive and healthy. I remember well how, when I was still a child, I loved to sit on a warm stove on winter evenings, listening to the crackling of fire, and drinking the most delicious herbal tea in the world with homemade hot bread, and listening to the incredible and sometimes a little 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. After, they begin, which will last until Epiphany. I would like to write about one fortune-telling, which I have been watching for many years in a row.
When I was still a teenager, a schoolgirl in Soviet times, we sometimes gathered with the girls from the class to tell fortunes for the grooms. Maybe one of us will meet true love, maybe even the name of your betrothed, whom you will marry later, or what other events will fall out in the coming year.
One girl from the class said that she knows fortune-telling that always comes true in 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’s nothing complicated, that we have everything for this fortune-telling, that many people know about it, and guess after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (there were no lighters at that time) and paper. The paper needs to be crumpled with your hands so that the lump is bigger, put on a plate, and then set on fire and wait until the paper burns out to the end. Then you need to go to the wall and find a place where the shadow from the paper will be best visible, where you can examine the figures that have turned out. You need to constantly turn the plate so that you can see better, look at what everyone did, what values fell out, and what to expect in the coming year.
The story begins with 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 - a handsome guy 30 years old, a military man. Got married. I still don't know what he found in her shifty personality and very ordinary appearance, but they never quarreled among themselves. Grandfather obeyed, as if he was giving in.
But on the other hand, violent quarrels with relatives happened all the time, with daughters, son - there were constant conflicts with them. At one time, my mother's brother was always drinking a bottle. And yet no one was lucky on the personal front. Aunt only met a man at 35, before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. After that, this man kicked her pregnant out of the house and completely turned away from her.
Who remembers that Tolkien's elves are not small creatures with wings, they look like people and differ from them, in addition to their brighter appearance, in that they do not get sick, do not age, live almost forever (if they do not die in battle) and have magical abilities.
So, these Tolkien fans believe that the elves did not disappear, but simply assimilated with people. And now among us there are a lot of people in whose veins elven blood flows. Tolkien described two cases of marriage between an elf and a man. And children born in such a marriage make their own choice - to become a man or become an elf. According to Tolkien, humans are, of course, incomparably weaker than elves. But humans are free to choose their own destiny, elves are not. There is a reverse side of the coin - a person can choose the path of serving evil, while an elf is initially not subject to most vices, is organically connected with the earth, nature and is not able to mindlessly destroy it, which is sometimes characteristic of people.
I am 23 years old, secondary education and I worked in a call center on a helpline. I was born and live in a run-down province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics increases proportionally to closed factories, layoffs and, in general, the closure of jobs in the region. The oppressive atmosphere of the city is reflected in the gray-dirty Khrushchev houses mixed with rotting wooden houses, which give the impression that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will collapse on the people living in those houses.
A large number of abandoned places and an ever-decreasing population of the city suggests that people have two options here - either take the risk of leaving for a big city, or stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your mind. At least somehow the situation was saved by the presence of volunteer organizations, such as ours. A lot of people needed moral support, and our small company of volunteers tried to help these people. I worked for the organization for about a year and a half. I earned a penny there, but the benefit was the skills in graphic design and the main income was freelancing. I couldn’t leave the helpline, because work experience in the work book is quite an important thing, and since childhood, my now deceased parents taught me to always help those in need. For 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 his own unique and unique by no one and never, life path.
On May 28, 1991, something happened to me that is hard to believe even for myself. And this is a true story, not fiction, and it is one of many in my current life. That night, I flew to the planet Tron. This planet is next to the Galactic Central Sun. Yes, yes, that's exactly what it is. There is our Earth Sun, and there is the Central Sun.
So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as usual, but before I even closed my eyes, I saw a beam of light descend on me and noise, as if something was smacking inside me. In a moment, I was already standing near my bed, or rather, I didn’t stand, but hovered a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body, as always, remained lying, and I stood and floated in another body, and if the physical body lay 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 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.
A friend told me such a mystical story, even though he is a skeptic. I completely preserve the style of the author, that is, I copy his text completely.
It took me once to work in another city. Decided to change city. I rented one piece there in Khrushchev. The setting is spartan. Room, kitchen, bathroom combined, floors, boards under linoleum, sofa and wardrobe. Basically I was fine with it. In the evening I came home from work, cooked dinner and went to bed. Laundry there, ironing, all sorts of cleaning, this is on weekends.
I lived like this for a month, everything is fine, it’s quiet, the neighbors are not restless, all the grandmothers are old and cats. And then something started. At night, some kind of mysticism is going on. I was lying, not sleeping yet, tossing and turning, and then the floorboards creaked in the corridor, as if someone was walking cautiously. There in the apartment, as you enter, immediately there is a corridor to the left, and at the end there is a room and a kitchen. He himself is deaf and at night there is darkness, nothing is visible at all. There it creaks in the dark. I think the door, or what, who opened it? Yah. I got up, I went out, I looked. Everything is fine. Lie down. Another creak, as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, fell asleep, in the morning everything somehow already seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Creak, creak, creak, creak. And the water in the bath from the tap flowed. I think, wow, someone decided to wash with me. Went to the bathroom. Nothing flows there. But I clearly heard the same. I'm going to bed. Again flows, clearly, I have. I get up - it does not flow. Cursed, climbed under the pillow. fell asleep.
I had an older brother, now deceased. For a long time, his parents did not agree to buy 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. Parents still gave my brother a motorcycle when he was 17 years old.
My brother's joy did not last long, he walked sad, became taciturn, and once admitted to me that he sees crosses everywhere, although the cemetery was far from us. I tried to calm him down, saying that it was grandmother's words that stuck in his head, but he looked at me so strangely and turned away. I saw fear in his eyes.
