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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

Who among us does not know the well-respected American portrait painter Girard Haley. He acquired his world fame thanks to the brilliantly executed image of the head of Christ. But this work was written by him at the end of the 30s, and in 1928 few people knew about Girard, although even then the skill of this person was highly valued ...

slipped out of the loop

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

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

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

Two missed hours

This terrible incident happened on September 19, 1961. Betty Hill and her husband Barney were vacationing in Canada. It was drawing to a close, and unresolved urgent matters were 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 get to their native Portsmouth in New Hampshire ...

Saint healed 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 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 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 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

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

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, a cemetery is a very effective tool. 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

The spacecraft roared its engines with a strained roar 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 suit, took a deep breath of air and looked around. Sands stretched all around the ship to the horizon. In the sky slowly...

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 ...

We lived together with my mother-in-law. She was a doctor, very good. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. Mother-in-law calls, we talk about our children. I cough during the 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 in half an hour. Listens to me through his phonendoscope, knocks on the back and says: - Do not argue with me. Get dressed, let's go for an x-ray.

We took pictures. In fact, I have pneumonia. Exactly like she said. Made me go to the hospital, treated me personally. And after a short time, she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.

We were very sad for her. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:

How do you think? Is there something after death?

Once after a bath, I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I'm still surprised, it just doesn't open without effort. There was no draft for sure. I followed this, fearing to get sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don't want to. I don’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 turned to the deceased mother-in-law:

Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are not there, there will be no one to treat.

And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed? Repeated:

Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.

Door opened!

Can you imagine?! We got together the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for peace.

We had a case. On the anniversary of the father, they decided not to call anyone, but to modestly commemorate. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary booze.

We sit at the table in the kitchen. Mother put the photograph of her father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook upright under it and leaned it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka, a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.

It's already evening, we decided to clean up everything. I say that you need to take the stack to the bedside table in your father's room, let it stand there until it evaporates by itself. My mother is very rational, she does not really believe in all these customs. He says so frivolously: “Yes, why clean up, I myself will drink now.”

As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason, crawled along the edge of the table and knocked over her father's pile. The photo fell, and the vodka was all poured out to the last drop. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to overturn it).

Have you ever had hair on your head? Then I experienced it for the first time. Moreover, the whole body was covered with goosebumps from horror. I couldn't speak for five minutes. The husband and mother were also in shock. As if the father said from the next world: “Here you are! You will drink my vodka, of course!

I ran into something strange yesterday.

It's already past midnight, we are sitting with my dear, 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 loves them, but you can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate.

After a couple of minutes, I became interested: 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 area is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but they continue to swing, increasing the 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.

Some local spirit frightened away.

I remembered. Once upon a time they lived in the taiga. And then the passing hunters came to visit. The men 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 aloud why I counted one more person.

And after that, the hunters said that they stopped on the boat in one place - they were interested in a bunch of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had pulled the man up and covered him with deadwood, a foot in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking their boots - to inform them where they were supposed to, order aircraft to take out the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the cannibal bear.

Here, along with the boot, probably, the restless soul tagged along.

We once rented an apartment with my husband and a three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. They lived in peace. And somehow, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathroom, gave her children's toys, and did something around the house, periodically looking after her. And then she screams. I went to the bathroom, she was sitting, crying, and blood was running down her back. I looked, 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 was terrible, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.

Two days later, I am 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" - answers and looks into the bath. "Here she sits, can't you see?" I have a cold sweat, my hair is on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter is standing and looking into the bath and as if meaningfully at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle all over the apartment! She calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child comes to the corner of the room and offers some candy to her aunt!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came for payment, I asked him who had 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! Do I need to say that we soon moved out of there?

My friend lives in a pre-revolutionary building. Another great-grandfather-merchant built it. Once she returned from the store, she sees a peasant in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, spinning around himself, as if dancing.

A friend asked him: For worse or for good?

To which he sang: And you will lose your child, you will lose your child!!!

And immediately disappeared.

For a long time, a friend was worried about her children, met them from school, did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, to his father. She rarely visits her mother, so we can say that she lost her child.

I didn’t write about it for a long time, I thought it was my personal. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.

Mom will be 2 years old on June 26, as she is gone. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one got sick and was not going to die at all). I saw golden threads on my mother from her head straight into the sky. I have square eyes, I moved back, back, sat on the bedspread. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. The only thing I could say was: Fuck you! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I'll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I will die soon?”. Mom, you were so right

For the first time, my mother fainted on a chair, I called an ambulance, yelling in a non-human voice. And mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mother, mother ...”, as if she really sees. Then I started yelling: “Bab, get away from here, leave it to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke, my mother came to her senses with them. In the evening, everything happened again, and already forever.

It was many years ago. My 91 year old grandmother passed away. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and placed it in the pantry for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to immediately take her away, and she stood there for several days.

And during this time, a lot of something inexplicable happened in the house ... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone's look (reproachful) during the day. Everything fell out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervously tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to go past the pantry and didn’t even go to the toilet at night ... We all understood that the soul is restless toiling and when the father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed with us. Granny! Forgive us, we must have done something wrong!

Mom told me three days ago. We go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, but a rare dog barks. The night birds have already stopped singing, they are preparing for the fall. More from my mother's words.

I woke up from the fact that someone was knocking on the second door of the corridor (the first one is wooden and bolted, the second is modern metal). The knock was not strong, and knocked as if with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out without permission, and the grandfather, after smoking, closed the door with a key. But the clock was almost 2 am, the house was quiet - 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 go." The yard dog and the two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked "who is there?". The knocking stopped completely.

I have a very rational mother, she does not suffer from visions. She spoke very anxiously. 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 like this. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.

Stories about what is not rationally explained, about extraordinary accidents, mysterious coincidences, inexplicable phenomena, prophetic predictions and visions.

WHOSE FAULT?

My old friend, good companion, teacher, recently retired, Lilia Zakharovna told me an unusual story. She went to visit her sister Irina in the neighboring Tula region.

In the same entrance on the same site with Irina lived her neighbors, mother Lyudmila Petrovna and daughter Ksenia. Even before retiring, Lyudmila Petrovna began to get sick. The doctors changed the diagnosis three times. There was no sense in the treatment: Lyudmila Petrovna died. On that tragic morning, Ksenia was awakened by the cat Muska, her mother's favorite. The doctor declared death. Lyudmila Petrovna was buried not far away, in her native village.

Ksenia and her friend came to the cemetery for two days in a row. When they arrived on the third day, they saw a narrow hole in the grave mound, about an elbow deep. Quite fresh.

Muska was sitting nearby. There was no doubt. Almost at the same time, they cried out: “That's who was digging!” Surprised and gossiping, the girls filled the hole. The cat was not given to them in their hands, and they left without it.

The next day, Ksenia, taking pity on the hungry Muska, again went to the cemetery. She was accompanied by a relative. Imagine their amazement when they saw a rather large hole on the mound. Exhausted and hungry, Muska sat nearby. She did not break out, but calmly let herself be put into the bag, occasionally meowing plaintively.

Ksenia's head now never left the episode with the cat. And now the thought began to emerge more and more clearly: what if mother was buried alive? Maybe Muska felt it in an unknown way? And the daughter decided to dig out the coffin. Having paid money to some homeless people, she came to the cemetery with a friend and girlfriend.

When the coffin was opened, they saw in horror what Xenia had foreseen. Lyudmila Petrovna, apparently, tried to lift the lid for a long time .. The worst thing for Xenia was the thought that her mother was still alive when she and her friend came to her grave. They didn't hear it, but the cat heard it and tried to dig it out!

Evgenia Martynenko

GRANDMA WALKED IN THE FOREST

My grandmother Ekaterina Ivanovna was a pious person. She grew up in the family of a forester and all her life
lived in a small village. She knew all the forest paths, where what kind of berry is found and where are the most hidden mushroom places. She never believed in black supernatural forces, but one day a strange and terrible story happened to her.

She needed to bring hay home from the meadow for the cow. Sons from the city came to help, and she hurried home to cook dinner. It was autumn. It was evening. I walk to the village in just half an hour. Grandmother is walking along a familiar path, and suddenly a familiar village resident comes out of the forest. Stopped, talked about village life.

The next day, my grandmother went to the forest companion home. It turned out that she did not leave the house, she had not been in any forest, and therefore she listened to her grandmother with great surprise. Since then, my grandmother tried to bypass that dead place, and in the village they said about him: this is the place where the goblin drove Katerina. So no one understood what it was: whether the grandmother had a dream, or the villager was hiding something. Or maybe it really was a goblin?

V.N. Potapova, Bryansk

In my life, events constantly occur that cannot be called otherwise than miraculous, but all because there is no explanation for them. In 1980, my mother's civil husband, Pavel Matveyevich, died. In the morgue, my mother was given his things and a watch. The clock in memory of the deceased mother left for herself.

After the funeral, I had a dream, as if Pavel Matveyevich insistently demanded from my mother that she take the watch to his old apartment. I woke up at five o'clock and immediately ran to my mother to tell a strange dream. Mom agreed with me that the clock must be taken by all means.

Suddenly a dog barked in the yard. Looking out the window, we saw that a man was standing at the gate under the lantern. Throwing on her coat in a hurry, my mother ran out into the street, quickly returned, took something from the sideboard and again went to the gate. It turned out that the son of Pavel Matveyevich from his first marriage came for the clock. He happened to be passing through our city and came to us to ask for something in memory of his father. How he found us almost at night remained a mystery. I'm not talking about my strange dream...

At the end of 2000, my husband's father, Pavel Ivanovich, became seriously ill. Before the New Year, he was admitted to the hospital. At night, I had a dream again: as if some man urged me to ask him about something important. Out of fear, I asked how many years my parents would live, and received the answer: more than seventy. Then she asked what was waiting for my father-in-law.

In response, I heard: "There will be an operation on the third of January." And indeed, the attending physician scheduled an urgent operation - on the second of January. “No, the operation will be the third,” I said confidently. What was the surprise of the relatives when the surgeon moved the operation to the third!

And another story. I have never been particularly healthy, but I rarely went to the doctors. After the birth of my second daughter, I once had a very bad headache, well, it was literally torn. And so throughout the day. I went to bed early in the hope that my head would pass in a dream. As soon as she started to fall asleep, little Katya was brought up. There was a night light above my bed, and as soon as I tried to turn it on, I felt like I was hit by an electric shock. And it seemed to me that I was soaring high in the sky above our house.

It became calm and not at all scary. But then I heard a child crying, and some kind of force brought me back to the bedroom and threw me into bed. I took the crying girl in my arms. My nightgown, my hair, my whole body was wet, as if I had been caught in the rain, but my head didn't hurt. I think that I experienced instant clinical death, and the crying of a child brought me back to life.

After 50 years, I had the ability to draw, which I always dreamed of. Now the walls of my apartment are hung with paintings...

Svetlana Nikolaevna Kulish, Timashevsk, Krasnodar Territory

JOKED

My father was born in Odessa in 1890 and died in 1984 (I was born when he was 55 years old). As a child, he often told me about the days of his youth. He grew up as the 18th (last) child in the family, he enrolled himself in school, graduated from the 4th grade, but his parents did not let him continue to study: he had to work. Although he was a communist, he spoke well of the tsarist time, believed that there was more order.

In 1918 he volunteered for the Red Army. To my question, what prompted him to take this step, he answered: there was no work, but you had to live on something, and there they offered rations, clothes, plus youthful romance. One day my father told me this story:

“There was a civil war going on. We were in Nikolaev. They lived in a car on the railroad. In our unit there was a joker Vasya, who often amused everyone. One day, two railroad workers carried a can of fuel oil, gagged, along the wagons.

Right in front of them, Vasya jumps off the car, spreads his arms to the side and says in a strange voice: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun scribbles with water, fire, water, lie down!”, He falls on all fours and starts to crawl. Taken aback, the railroad workers immediately fell and began to crawl after him on all fours. The can fell, the gag fell out, fuel oil began to flow out of the flask. After that, Vasya got up, dusted himself off and, as if nothing had happened, approached his Red Army men. Homeric laughter rang out, and the poor railway workers, raising a can, quietly left.

This incident was strongly remembered, and the father decided to repeat it himself. Once in the city of Nikolaev, he saw that a gentleman in an Easter white suit, white canvas shoes and a white hat was walking towards him. The father approached him, spread his arms to the sides and in an insinuating voice said: “Hush, hush, lower, lower, the machine gun is scribbling with water, fire, water, lie down!”, Knelt down on all fours and began to crawl in a circle. This gentleman, to his father's astonishment, also fell to his knees and began to crawl after him. The hat fell off, it was dirty all around, people were walking nearby, but he seemed to be detached.

Father took what happened as a one-time hypnosis on a weak, unstable psyche: power changed almost every day, uncertainty, tension and general panic reigned. Judging by some facts, such a hypnotic effect on some people is common in our rational time.

I. T. Ivanov, village Beisug, Vyselkovsky district, Krasnodar Territory

SIGN OF TROUBLE

That year, my daughter and I moved into my grandmother's inherited apartment. My blood pressure rose, my temperature rose; writing off my condition for an ordinary cold, as soon as I let go a little, I calmly left for a country house.

The daughter, who stayed in the apartment, did a little laundry. Standing in the bathroom, with her back to the door, she suddenly heard a child's voice: "Mom, mom ..." Frightened, turning around, she saw that a little boy was standing in front of her and holding out his hands to her. In a split second, the vision vanished. My daughter was 21 years old, and she was not married. I think readers understand her feelings. She took it as a sign.

Events were not slow to unfold, but in a different direction. Two days later I ended up on the operating table with an abscess. Thank God she survived. There seems to be no direct connection with my illness, and yet it was not a simple vision.

Nadezhda Titova, Novosibirsk A

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Mysterious Murders at the Hinterkaifeck Farm

In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed on the small farm of Hinterkaifeck shocked all of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrendous cruelty.

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

During the investigation, more than 100 people were interrogated, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was also identified.

The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming it was haunted. The new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.

Apparently, the attacker was on the farm for at least a few days - someone fed the cows and ate in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney during 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 more than 1000 people observed on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the sky over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the USA and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.

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

Solway Firth Astronaut

In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a picture of his five-year-old daughter with Kodak. The Templetons claimed that there was no one else in these marshy places except them. And when the pictures were developed, one of them showed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl. The analysis showed that the photo was not subjected to any changes.

falling body

The Cooper family has just moved into their new home in Texas. In honor of the housewarming, a festive table was laid, at the same time we decided to take some family photos. And when the pictures were developed, a strange figure was found on them - it seems that someone's body is either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers did not see anything like this during the shooting.

Too many hands

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

"Battle of Los Angeles"

This picture was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists cite it as evidence of extraterrestrial visits to Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of searchlights fall on an alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was pretty retouched - this is a standard procedure, which almost all published black-and-white photographs were subjected to to heighten the effect.

The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by the 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.

The lights of Hessdalen

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

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

Time Traveler

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

9/11 Attack - South Tower Woman

In these two shots, a woman can be seen standing on the edge of the hole in the South Tower after the plane crashed into the building. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she was on the list of survivors. How she did it is beyond me, 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 the mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County Sheriff (Florida). The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman assured that she 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 Madonna with Saint Giovannino is by Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of the Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. Above Maria's right shoulder, a mysterious flying object and a man who is watching it are clearly visible.

Incident at Lake Falcon

Another encounter with a supposed extraterrestrial civilization took place near Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.

Someone Stefan Michalak was resting in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims to have seen the door open and heard voices coming from within.

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

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

Bonus:

This story took place 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 and her teenage daughter lived. Looking out, the woman saw no one. Went out on the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.

The woman was surprised, but did not attach much importance. And half an hour later there was a pop and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking fell off, forming an almost perfectly round hole.

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

When the photograph was developed, it showed the face of a woman peering into the lens. Both the mistress of the house and Kuzionov himself found this face unfamiliar.

Mystical life stories that 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.

This is a 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 the ex-boyfriend is spinning in my head. 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.