14.11.2013 - 14:44
Many people do not believe that there are unknown forces that influence our lives - positive or negative. But they also have to deal with the unknown. Some may consider the stories in this article to be fiction, but they are all told in the first person. They were found on the Internet, on forums dedicated to mystical cases...
Damn brush
Stories about the mysterious disappearance of things occupy a large place in virtual stories about paranormal phenomena.
Here, for example, is such a mysterious event: “We bought a toothbrush for our son in the store. On the way home, sitting in the back seat of the car, he held the package with this brush in his hands as if it were his own. When we arrived, before we even got out of the car, we discovered that there was no brush. "Dani, where is the brush?" He doesn’t remember at what moment he let her go, or where she went. They searched the ENTIRE car, on the seat, under the seat, under the rugs - there was no brush. We scolded the child, my husband dropped us off and went about his business. 10 minutes later he calls me from the road and in a nervous voice tells me that he just heard a sound from behind, like a pop, turned around - and on the seat, right in the middle, lay this very damn brush.
And this is far from an isolated case of mysterious disappearance and no less mysterious return of things.
Here is a story told by another forum member:
“We just moved into the apartment, my husband was assembling a bookcase in an empty room on the floor. He comes to the kitchen, his eyes are wide: he laid out all the parts in piles, collected everything - one leg is missing. I couldn’t roll up - there was nowhere - the bare floor. We searched and searched, went to drink tea, came back - the leg was lying right in the middle of the room."
One can only guess where exactly this brush or the leg from the bookcase ended up - in parallel space or with the brownies who played with their new owners.
Death is somewhere nearby
Sometimes unknown forces save people from certain death. How is it possible from the point of view common sense explain these two cases?
“I had this happen last winter: I was walking near the house, suddenly I heard someone calling out to me, I turned around to see who it was, but there was no one behind me, and at that time a huge icicle fell from the roof the place where I could have ended up if I hadn’t stopped.”
“I’ll tell you an incident that happened to my husband many years ago. At that time I was in the maternity hospital, and he was coming to visit me. Suddenly, after a couple of stops, he gets out almost unconsciously. In general, it was only at the bus stop that I discovered that I had gotten off. He gets on the next trolleybus and at the intersection sees that the first trolleybus has had an accident. A truck drove almost into the place where he was standing. The dent, as he said, was impressive. If he had stayed, best case scenario, would become disabled... It happens.”
But this amazing story has a sad ending, but nevertheless its main character surprises with her extraordinary premonitions...
“One of my friends, 72 years old and in her old age, didn’t even have a card at the clinic - she wasn’t sick. When asked to go check my health, I always answered: “Why get treatment, this is how life is here - you’ll spend money on treatment, and a brick will fall on your head!” You will laugh - she died from a broken skull - a brick fell. I'm serious".
Sex on the Internet
Stories related to love and sex occupy a very large place on mystical forums. Love in itself is enough Paranormal Activity, it’s no wonder that so many mysterious things happen to lovers...
Here amazing story one woman:
“My future husband and I took English courses and fell in love. But since I was modest and complex, then, naturally, no continuation worked out, the courses ended, and I walked around, suffering, thinking about how to meet him again. And a month later, he and his friends, fooling around on the phone, called my apartment. Sheer mysticism: that among so many numbers I accidentally dialed mine, and that I answered the phone, not my parents, and that I didn’t immediately send, but chatted, and that we managed to identify each other and agree on a date! We've been together for 15 years. Mysticism and fate, I think.”
But this one young man the love story has deep roots in childhood and dreams.
“When I was little, I had a dream, as if I was in another city and met some girl there. We played, and then I felt that I was being drawn home, to my city. She hands me her watch, says that we will meet again someday... I was “carried away” back, and I woke up. In the morning, I remember crying for a long time - I don’t know why. When I grew up, I went to visit my relatives in Moscow, and there I met a girl, I spent all my free time with her, and we fell in love with each other. But I had to leave. She saw me off at the station, took off her watch and gave it to me as a souvenir, I didn’t attach any importance to it because I forgot about the dream. I arrived home, called her, and she told me that when she was little, she dreamed that she gave some boy a watch, and you, she said, were my boy from the dream. I hung up the phone and then it hit me in the head, I remembered the dream, I realized what city I was in then and who, I promised that I would see you again. It may be a coincidence, but it's a good case. Two people had a dream that came true. We’ve been in a relationship for 3 years now, we see each other often and we’ll soon be living together.”
An equally mysterious story happened to one girl on the Internet. “I remember I posted a profile on a dating site. I had such a bad streak, no personal life. In a couple of months I met three or four men, but “not the one”...
And suddenly, one fine evening, some guy writes to me. A profile without a photograph, and the only information in it is: “Guy, I’d like to meet a girl.” But I must say that there, on the site, everyone is simply obsessed with one phrase: “I won’t answer without a photo.” Well, I also wrote that way and, indeed, I didn’t answer without a photo - in case there was some kind of “crocodile” there. And then, I don’t know what came over me, she answered. And, not only that, we agreed before the meeting. And a handsome man came to this meeting, who, as it turned out, lived on next street, and went on the Internet that day for the FIRST AND LAST TIME just to make fun of me. Now I often joke: “You probably came there for me, picked me up and immediately left. You were kidding me!”
But all virtual acquaintances end so successfully. Here's a creepy tale of online horror.
“Once upon a time I talked on the Internet with an American. This American was fond of runes and other northern rituals. In particular, he had his own totem - the wolf.
Since we were separated by a huge distance and it was not possible for us to meet in real life, we decided to try to meet in a dream. He assured me that it would work out if we both set our minds to it. We chose a night, talked on the Internet - and went to bed, with the intention of meeting in a dream.
I woke up in the morning and was terribly surprised: I really dreamed about him! True, the only thing I remember is how I hung on him, wrapping my legs around him, and he stood and supported my butt. It was in this position that we chatted. I went online, let’s ask the guy (without telling him my dream) - and he dreamed the same thing! But that's not the main thing. The main thing, ladies, is that I found scratches on my butt! Can you imagine?! And I slept alone and in pajamas. Well, how does a person get scratches on his butt at night? This American wolf must have scratched him. By the way, after that I began to be afraid of him and soon stopped our communication.”
Magic ball and the language of angels
This mystical story was told in his blog by the famous writer Sergei Lukyanenko. “In Kyiv, I lived in the same hotel room with the famous critic B. And then in the morning I woke up, washed my face slowly and sadly, made myself a glass of tea and sat by the window.
But critic B. went to bed at seven in the morning the day before and therefore could not wake up at nine. I didn’t even try to wake him up - the man was sleeping, he felt good...
And suddenly critic B. spoke in an unknown language! It was precisely a language, articulate, with some clear internal logic... But the critic B. could only speak Russian!
I kicked the bed in a friendly manner and exclaimed: “B.! Buddy! What language do you speak?”
B. turned heavily in bed and, without opening his eyes, said: “This is the language in which Yahweh speaks to the angels.” And continued to sleep. An hour later, when he managed to wake up, he did not remember anything and listened to me with wild surprise. (Yes, by the way, the word “Yahweh” is completely out of his vocabulary). So I am one of the few people who have heard the language in which Yahweh speaks to the angels.”
But this funny story shows that, nevertheless, an excessive passion for mysticism sometimes leads to comic situations.
“Once in the office of the Moscow company M., one of the employees (a middle-aged woman, deeply “involved” in esotericism, shamans, sorcerers, etc.) finds under her table a strange-looking object - a small, rather heavy gray ball of of an indeterminate material, hard and warm to the touch: on this occasion, the entire female part of the team is convened, and without thinking twice, they come to the conclusion that there is something unclean here, and decide to immediately turn to a familiar sorcerer.
The sorcerer arrived, examined the ball, made a terrible face, and said that the ball was a really powerful magical artifact, that their company had been jinxed by competitors, and in order to avoid the consequences, the ball must be burned. Immediately.
In compliance with the appropriate magical rituals. They burn the ball, rejoice, and leave satisfied... A couple of hours later, a local systems engineer comes to work, sits down at the computer and silently begins to work; after a while he stops, with a perplexed look, takes the mouse and begins to examine it from all sides... and then jumps up shouting: “Damn! Who stole the ball from the mouse?!”
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Mysterious murders at the Hinterkaifeck farm
In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed in the small village of Hinterkaifeck shocked the whole of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrific cruelty.
All the circumstances surrounding this crime were very strange, even mystical, and to this day it remains unsolved.
More than 100 people were questioned during the investigation, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was identified either.
The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming that there were ghosts there. The new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.
Apparently, the intruder had been on the farm for at least several days - someone was feeding the cows and eating in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney over the weekend. The photo shows the body of one of the dead, found in a barn.
Phoenix Lights
The so-called “Phoenix Lights” are several flying objects that were observed by more than 1,000 people on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the skies over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the United States and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.
Actually, two strange events happened that night: a triangular formation of luminous objects that moved across the sky, and several motionless lights hovering over the city of Phoenix. However, the latest US Air Force recognized the lights from the A-10 Warthog aircraft - it turned out that at that time military exercises were taking place in southwest Arizona.
Astronaut from Solway Firth
In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a Kodak photograph of his five-year-old daughter. The Templetons assured that there was no one else in these swampy places except them. And when the photographs were developed, one of them revealed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl’s back. The analysis showed that the photograph had not been subject to any changes.
Falling body
The Cooper family just moved into their new house in Texas. In honor of the housewarming, a festive table was set, and at the same time they decided to take several family photos. And when the photographs were developed, a strange figure was revealed on them - it seemed that someone’s body was either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers didn’t see anything like this during filming.
Too many hands
Four guys were fooling around, taking pictures in the yard. When the film was developed, it turned out that out of nowhere one extra hand appeared on it (peeking out from behind the back of a guy in a black T-shirt).
"Battle of Los Angeles"
This photograph was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists refer to it as evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations visiting Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of the searchlights are falling on the alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was heavily retouched - this is a standard procedure that almost all published black and white photographs were subjected to for greater effect.
The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by authorities. The Americans had just survived the Japanese attack, and in general the tension was incredible. Therefore, the military got excited and opened fire on the object, which, most likely, was a harmless weather balloon.
Lights of Hessdalen
In 1907, a group of teachers, students and scientists set up a scientific camp in Norway to study mysterious phenomenon, called "The Lights of Hessdalen".
Björn Hauge took this photo one clear night 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 “Lights of Hessdalen”. Scientists are still scratching their heads as to what it could be.
Time Traveler
This photo was taken in 1941 during the opening ceremony of the South Forks Bridge. The public's attention was attracted by a young man whom many considered a "time traveler" - due to his modern hairstyle, zip-up sweater, printed T-shirt, fashionable glasses and point-and-shoot camera. The whole outfit is clearly not from the 40s. On the left, highlighted in red is a camera that was actually in use at that time.
9/11 attack - South Tower woman
In these two photographs, a woman can be seen standing on the edge of the hole left in the South Tower after a plane crashed into the building. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she ended up on the list of survivors. How she managed this is beyond comprehension, considering everything that happened in that part of the building.
Skunk monkey
In 2000, a woman who wished to remain anonymous took two photographs of a mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County (Florida) Sheriff. The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman claimed that she had photographed a strange creature in the backyard of her house. The creature came to her house three nights in a row and stole the apples left on the terrace.
UFO in the painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino”
The painting “Madonna with Saint Giovannino” belongs to the brush of Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. A mysterious flying object and a man watching it are clearly visible above Mary's right shoulder.
Incident at Lake Falcon
Another meeting with an alleged extraterrestrial civilization occurred at Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.
A certain Stefan Michalak was relaxing in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims he saw the door open and heard voices coming from inside.
He tried to speak to the aliens in English, but there was no response. Then he tried to get closer, but came across “invisible glass”, which apparently served as protection for the object.
Suddenly, Michalak was surrounded by a cloud of air so hot that his clothes caught fire. The man received serious burns.
Bonus:
This story happened on the evening of February 11, 1988 in the city of Vsevolozhsk. There was a light knock on the window of the house where a woman who was fond of spiritualism lived with her teenage daughter. Looking out, the woman saw no one. I went out onto the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.
The woman was surprised, but of great importance didn't give it. And half an hour later there was a bang and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking collapsed, forming an almost perfectly round hole.
The next day, at the woman’s request, her Leningrad acquaintance, candidate of technical sciences S.P. Kuzionov, arrived. He examined everything carefully and took several photographs.
When the photograph was developed, the face of a woman appeared on it, peering into the lens. This face seemed unfamiliar to both the owner of the house and Kuzionov himself.
I'll tell you an incident that happened this summer. He's not scary, but he's strange. I left a lot of questions. I came to the village for a week. To visit grandma. She is quite old and walks poorly. I come to see her during the holidays, and my parents also visit her. We help with housework. It’s already difficult for grandma herself, but she doesn’t give up. I still have her in good spirits.
Here you go. Get to the point. I decided to take a walk early in the morning to the lake and go fishing. The air is clean, I’m already approaching the lake. The smell of the forest mixed with the smell
water, quiet. The path ahead winds. I noticed a cemetery to my right, an old one, but not in ruins, well-groomed. I see an old woman standing at the entrance in a white scarf, the same white dress, wrapped in a black shawl. I'm already walking right next to you. She saw me and slowly walked towards me. Such a sweet old lady - her face is wrinkled, her eyes are faded. I decided to wait for her. She came up to me and said:
Son, when you go to the village, tell Zinka Timofeevna Kasyanova that her granddaughter Olya drowned, otherwise she doesn’t know.
I’m not local, I don’t know any Zina Timofeevna. And what terrible news.
Well, I think: “Okay, I’ll ask again now,” and I answer my grandmother:
I’ll tell you, but you can clarify where exactly Zina Timofeevna lives, otherwise I’m not local.
I won’t really explain it to you now.
When you come to the village, ask. Everyone knows Zinka there, they will show you.
“Okay, grandma, I’ll tell you,” I said.
Oh, thank you, son,” the old woman went back to the cemetery.
And I hurried to the lake. I fished on the shore until dusk. I caught ruff. I got home quickly. My grandmother was already asleep, and I went to bed. Early in the morning my grandmother and I woke up and had breakfast. And I tell grandma:
Bab Sanya (that’s what I call her), do you know Zinaida Timofeevna Kasyanova?
I know, but why do you need it? - Grandma was wary.
Yesterday morning I walked past the cemetery to the lake, there was an old lady there, I don’t know her, but she asked me to tell Zina Timofeevna something.
I somehow immediately decided not to tell such news. Grandma’s face became serious and surprised:
Grandson, what are you saying? What cemetery? There is no cemetery in our village. Did you decide to make a joke about the old one? - Bab Sanya smiled slightly in anticipation of an explanation.
Here, too, a chill ran through me. And I suddenly began to vaguely remember that when I was returning from the lake, I didn’t see the cemetery. At that moment it was already dark, I was in a hurry and somehow didn’t pay attention. I told grandma I wasn't kidding. And he also told about the news that that old woman asked to convey. Baba Sanya repeated again that they do not have a cemetery in the village; they bury the dead in the neighboring village. She also said that Zinaida Timofeevna Kasyanova died seven years ago, but she actually has a granddaughter. And her name is Olya. Olya is ten years old. And she's alive. I asked where Olya lives. It turned out that she was mine
neighbor. At that time I was already 14 years old, and I did not communicate with children of that age, but I decided to go to Olya. Her mother opened the door for me, I said hello, introduced myself and asked for Olya. Her mother replied that Olya and her friend recently went to the lake to swim. And then it dawned on me (and you already understood) that I urgently needed to run to the lake. That's exactly what I did.
Near the lake, on the shore, I found a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in a swimsuit, she was sunbathing. I, all out of breath, asked her:
Where is Olya?
There,” she pointed to the water, on the surface of which a dark-haired head could be seen. I immediately rushed into the water and swam after Olya. From the shore came:
Where are you going?!
But I didn’t answer, I tried to swim to the girl faster. Suddenly I heard cries for help. It was Olya screaming. I realized that I was not mistaken and increased the pace. When I pulled Olya ashore, she was already unconscious. Her friend sat on the shore and cried. It’s good that we were taught at school to provide first aid in this case. I did artificial respiration. Olya began to come to her senses. The girls had a large towel with them, Lena and I (that’s the name
the second girl) wrapped Olya in it and took her to the village. Olya's mother was scared when she saw her daughter in such a state. The girl almost drowned because her legs were cramped, this happens often. But since everything worked out, my mother quickly calmed down and thanked me. I tried to find out something about that old lady and the cemetery. But no one knew the old woman, as I did not describe her in detail. I asked the villagers if maybe there had once been a cemetery in that place. The answer was negative. All the old people unanimously said that if it had happened, they would have known about it. And nothing like this existed nearby. So I didn't learn anything specific. I think that the old woman is probably some long-dead relative of the Kasyanovs. It happens that deceased relatives warn of danger. But I don’t know why they warned me through me, and nothing comes to mind about the cemetery.
Spring. Outside the window of a small two-room apartment there was an unpleasant, but usual for this time of year, cloudiness, which made it seem that it was not 3 o’clock in the afternoon, as it actually was in fact, but kind 8 pm. I was about 15 then. I was alone at home. My younger brother, whom I picked up at about 6 o’clock, was still with the nanny, my mother, as usual, worked late, and my stepfather... we weren’t on good terms with him then, so that I don’t really remember where he was then. Definitely not at home.
Having warmed up my food, I returned to the computer desk, where I usually started my meal. Having inserted headphones into my ears and turned on the music, I started eating. Outside the window, everything was getting darker and darker... Due to the small size of the room, certain time it was getting too dark to see anything on the already black keyboard. Then I stopped the music, took out my headphones and this happened...
Being, not only in literally complete darkness, but now also in silence, I heard the sound of a moving curtain in the next room... I was dumbfounded.
How so? After all, there was no one at home, there was deathly silence, you couldn’t hear it... what is this? Everyone knows exactly how such things sound in their apartment. I began to think.
“After I finished some work on the balcony, when leaving I closed the door, one and two, which meant that there was nowhere for such a draft to come from, then I...” then my thoughts were knocked down by another sound of curtains passing along the cornice... with such an unpleasant creak ...goosebumps covered my body.
Even more questions hit my head, from “What the hell is going on?!” to “Where should I go?” The fact is that I had an unusual arrangement of rooms. Room, kitchen, room. They stood in a “triangle.” To get into one of the rooms, you had to go through the kitchen and the fact that there was light in the kitchen it was burning, it didn’t calm me down for a second, I could hear the cornice too well.
Then it dawned on me! Cat! Damn cat! I have a cat! She was probably playing or confused or I don’t know what else... She was probably making that sound! From this epiphany I literally jumped out of my chair, turned 180 degrees and was already standing facing to the door leading to the kitchen. Then, I watched a picture that will remain in my memory for a long time. I, with a smile on my face, look into the kitchen, I see that in my room something is crawling out of the closet... Yes, exactly, it was her, that same cat... Literally at the same second, this terribly unpleasant creaking was repeated in the next room...
I only remember that when I dared to go into the next room, which of course was also accompanied from time to time by these sounds, the curtains were moved... How many times were they moved back and forth, who did it, I never found the answers. One thing I know exactly...I'm glad that now I'm writing this from another apartment.
On one London Avenue - Cambridge Gardens, since the 1930s, a mysterious 2-decker ghost bus has appeared repeatedly. And this happened exactly at 1.15 midnight.
The bus had a sign for route No. 7. It makes a terrible noise as it enters the avenue as if out of nowhere, waking up residents of nearby houses and stunning rare passers-by. The bus actually looked gloomy: it was brightly lit inside, and there were not only passengers, but also a driver. The bus rumbles down the avenue and disappears behind the nearest intersection.
Unfortunately, the “crazy bus,” as London residents nicknamed it, not only frightens rare eyewitnesses to its appearance, but also causes casualties. So, on the night of June 15, 1934, this bus, rushing at full speed in the middle of Cambridge Gardens Avenue towards its intersection with St. Mark's Highway, was blinded by the headlights of the driver who was driving an oncoming car. Trying to avoid a collision with this monster, it sharply turned to the side and collided with another car. In the collision, the driver died on the spot.
Night in a ghost hotel
The Gisby and Simpson couples from the town of Tonbridge, located in Kent, southeast of London, were very friendly and often spent holidays together. So the autumn of 1979 was no exception; they went by car through France to one of the resorts on the Mediterranean coast of Spain. Both families were looking forward to an exciting and enjoyable 2-week trip. But in addition to the expected pleasures, they experienced something absolutely inexplicable, mysterious and contrary to common sense.
It was evening when the tourists entered Montelimar, a cozy town on the left bank of the Rhone in the Drôme department in the south of France, and began to look for a hotel for the night. Suddenly they saw an elderly man at the side of the road who seemed to have grown out of the ground. This gentleman, neatly but somewhat outdatedly dressed, recommended that they turn onto a side road, assuring them that it would lead them to where they would find everything they needed.
And indeed: soon an elegant building of ancient architecture appeared ahead. His interior decoration and the furniture also looked as if it had come here from a museum or antiques showroom. Moreover, even the guests of this hotel, apparently imbued with the spirit of antiquity hovering in it, walked in the lobby in suits that were worn at the very beginning of the 20th century.
In front of the hotel entrance stood a gendarme in an old uniform, similar to a theatrical costume. In response to a question about the nearest highway leading to the south, he only smiled bewilderedly, as if he was masterfully playing his role in this grandiose performance from a past life.
In the morning, when paying for the night, both American families were pleasantly surprised - for dinner, bed and breakfast for four people, they were owed only a few dollars!..
It is not surprising that on the way back, Gisby and the Simpsons decided to stay again at this strange, but rather hospitable hotel. But when the travelers turned onto the already familiar side road and drove up to the place where the hotel was located, it turned out that there was no hotel here!.. They tried to find the mysterious establishment, but all searches were fruitless.
The conclusion was that the hotel simply did not exist. By at least- V modern reality. This conclusion was in good agreement with another mysterious circumstance. All the photos taken during the holiday turned out great... Except for those in which Len Gisby and Jeff Simpson captured their wives in front of the hotel. In place of these photographs there were empty frames...
Thus, there is every reason to believe that in October 1979, in the vicinity of the French city of Montelimar, four English travelers spent the night in a ghost hotel that inexplicably appeared in modern world from times late XIX- beginning of the 20th century.
Damn Roman Ghost Legion
1974, late September evening - writer A. McCarcher went outside to take a walk before going to bed. The house where he and his family had recently moved stood on a hill overlooking the Scottish town of Dunblane (Perthshire).
It was a clear, cold night. The town below was shrouded in thick darkness. Suddenly the silence was broken by mysterious sounds. It seemed that many people were moving through the fields near the hill.
McCarcher thought that he was too tired from hard work, and his ears simply began to ring. And yet, having returned home, he continued to reflect on the strange incident. After 20 min. He nevertheless decided to go outside again to make sure of his assumption. But to his surprise, mysterious sounds did not disappear - on the contrary, they became louder, and their source was closer. This time the writer clearly heard the tread of hundreds of people marching in formation, the clatter of horse hooves, the clanking of metal, the unclear hubbub of human voices... The impression was that behind the houses on the opposite side of the street, thousands of armed soldiers were moving on foot and on horseback.
“I stood motionless, rooted to the spot, with my eyes closed,” the writer recalled, “and listened intently to these inexplicable sounds. And people and horses kept walking and walking, and there seemed to be no end to this march...”
After about ten minutes, McCarcher began to be seriously worried about the condition of his mental health, returned home, went to bed and tried to sleep.
A week later, McCarcher went to see his friends - an elderly couple who lived next door. They told him a rather strange story: “One night, about a week ago, our dog and cat suddenly woke up, jumped to their feet and froze in tense poses with the hair standing up on their backs. They seemed to be warily watching for something inexplicable happening behind our house. This lasted about 20 minutes. The animals were clearly very frightened. But no matter how we listened and looked closely, we did not see or hear anything unusual.”
The writer did not tell his neighbors about what he himself had experienced a week ago. But he was amazed that strange behavior animals exactly coincided in time with the auditory hallucination that arose in him. He decided to find out the reasons for this coincidence.
McCarcher soon learned that behind the row of houses located on the opposite side of the street, in ancient times there was an ancient Roman road. Moreover, in 117 AD. e. The elite ninth "Spanish" legion of the Romans, numbering 4,000 people, was sent here to suppress the uprising raised by the leaders of several Scottish tribes.
This legion was also known as the "Ill-fated" legion, because in 60 AD. e. his soldiers, to their misfortune, flogged the leader of the Aisens, one of the Celtic tribes, Queen Boadisia, with rods, and “let her three daughters go free.” After this, the queen cursed the Romans forever and rebelled against them. During its suppression, the ninth legion suffered huge losses, from which it could no longer recover, and lost its former power and glory. And the campaign of this damned legion to Scotland ended in the most mystical way - it disappeared without a trace after passing through the territory on which the city of Dunblane arose many centuries later.
1984, October - McCarcher, who no longer imagined any strange noises and who by that time had moved to the old part of the city, gave a lecture on local history at the local women's club. After the lecture, one of the listeners, Cecilia Moore, approached him. She said that, apparently, she also heard the Roman legion passing by their city. It turned out that Cecilia lives just opposite the house that recently belonged to McCarcher.
“One late evening I was letting my cat out into the street,” she said, “and suddenly I heard a noise in the garden behind the house that could have been caused by movement large quantity people carrying massive metal objects. The noise did not stop for about half an hour.”
During the conversation, they found out that this incident occurred at the same time when McCarcher heard inexplicable sounds, which he mistook for an auditory hallucination.
“I am sure,” he wrote later, “that Cecilia and I heard (and my neighbors’ dog and cat saw) how the damned ninth legion walked through these places to its mysterious and tragic fate two thousand years ago."
Murder House
There is a unique house in London, located at 50 Berkeley Square. It has gained terrible fame for constantly bringing its inhabitants to death.
In general, dwellings with an excess of negative energy are known all over the world. If a family where peace and harmony reigns moves into such a house, then unexpectedly, for no apparent reason, a crisis arises. An uninterrupted series of quarrels and scandals ensues, and soon the moment comes when the members of this previously friendly family can no longer stand each other. On top of everything, various small things begin to constantly disappear in the house.
In these cases, parapsychologists talk about the so-called “memory of walls.” It manifests itself if a serious crime was once committed in a given house - usually a murder, or some dark deeds were regularly done here, or rituals were carried out. The negative energy formed in such cases settled on the walls and later became the cause of conflicts and even telekinetic phenomena, which manifest themselves in the form of missing things.
Knowledgeable people advise in such cases to clean the walls not only of wallpaper or other finishing coating, but also of plaster, right down to the brick itself, and then plaster and finish everything again.
But the Berkeley Square house is one of a kind. Already in the 1860s it became known as the "electric nightmare".
At that time, a wealthy, but slightly crazy old man lived in it. He could not forget the drama of his youth - the betrayal of the bride whom he loved very much. Every night the servants heard moans and lamentations from his bedroom, and the next morning they found their master covered with bruises, abrasions and burns. He explained his injuries as an attack on him by certain extraterrestrial forces, ghosts, hiding in the walls and from there striking him with blows and burning him with sparks similar to lightning...
After the old man's death, ghosts continued to rampage. The surrounding residents were often awakened at night by loud noises coming from the “bad” house; obscene books flew out of its windows, and the disgusting smell of burnt wool and rotten meat spread around.
1880 - The Bentley family moved into the house. After some time, one of the maids, while cleaning the room that had once served as the bedroom of the former owner of the house, suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
When, having heard the noise, the owners ran into the room, the maid, lying on the floor, was convulsing. The arriving doctor found numerous injuries on her body, the kind that remain after an electric shock. The next day, the woman, without regaining consciousness, died in the hospital.
After several days, their daughter’s fiance came to visit the owners. Despite the warnings, he wanted to spend the night in that very room. In the morning he was found dead. After this, the Bentley family moved.
The house was empty for about a year, and then a suspicious middle-aged guy moved in, accompanied by a young girl whose guardian he allegedly was. Two months later, the unfortunate ward jumped out of a third floor window.
Since that time, evil ghosts have completely taken possession of this house, as a result of which it has turned into one of the most attractive objects for tourists...
1887 - on the night before Christmas, two sailors found temporary shelter in the house. They barely had time to settle down for the night when suddenly, out of nowhere, some huge shapeless creature attacked them. One of the sailors managed to jump out of the house. When he returned, accompanied by a policeman, he saw the corpse of his friend hanging on the fence bars with traces of severe burns.
The sailors were the last guests of this terrible house. And although, starting in the 1930s, the ghosts seemed to calm down and relative peace came to the building, since that time there has been no one who dared to live in it. The house is currently owned by a bookseller.
Mummy walking on her own
Students and staff of University College are at times frightened by its founder, the English philosopher, sociologist and lawyer Jeremy Bentham, who died in 1832. Typically, he - in an elegant suit, white gloves and with a cane in his hand - stands in the entrance hall in the form of a mummy, in a vertically standing glass sarcophagus, and, as they say, does not bother anyone.
But sometimes Dr. Bentham goes for a walk. And then a booming echo echoes through the corridors from the blows of his cane on the parquet floor. And in these cases, the sarcophagus turns out to be empty, and a slight disorder appears in the library: some invisible force moves the books from place to place, confusing their arrangement. This is explained by Jeremy Bentham's great lifetime love for books in general and in particular for the library of the educational institution he founded.
However, there is another version: Mr. Bentham leaves his place of permanent residence in search of... his head. The fact is that for a number of reasons the mummification of his remains was not entirely successful. Therefore, the head of the deceased was separated from the body and replaced with an artificial one, sculpted from wax. The real head of the philosopher, after forced amputation, is kept in some kind of glass vessel hidden in the basement. As you can see, the supporters of this version are grinning; over the past 170 years, the Honorable Sir Bentham has never been able to get used to his new head...
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