Unusual mystical short stories. Mystical and inexplicable stories told by eyewitnesses

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.

Mystical and inexplicable stories told by eyewitnesses.

Lost in time

I started working as a guard four years ago, right after my military service. Work - do not beat the recumbent. The schedule is three days later. You sit in your little room, you watch TV shows. It is not forbidden to take a nap at night, the main thing is to call the central office every two hours, saying that everything is in order at the facility.

Four years ago, most of the rooms in the building were empty. There was only one company of Internet providers based there. At 6 pm, all the installers locked their office and went home. I was completely alone. And then, during my third shift, something unexpected happened...
In the evening, when everyone had dispersed, I heard a strange noise. Yorzane, muffled blows and a rough male voice. I tensed up, took out a stun gun from the table and left my closet. The noise was coming from the right wing of the second floor. As if someone is banging on the door and yelling something vicious. Only swear words could be made out. Climbing the stairs, I, of course, was a coward. Where will you go from your work?
It wasn't dark outside yet, but upstairs there was only one window at the end of the wing, and the corridor was full of twilight. I pressed the switch, but the light didn't come on. That day the electricity worked intermittently. This is rare in our building, but it happens. They always explain it the same way: “The building is old, what do you want? There's always something to break."
I approached the place where the noise was coming from. These were the doors of the technical room. On the other side, someone was swearing and furiously pounding with their fists. A yellowed piece of paper was pasted on the door with the inscription “Room No. 51. The watchman has the key. But there was no castle! And a thick piece of reinforcement was inserted into the lock ears.
- Hey! - I shouted, as firmly as possible, so as not to give out a tremor in my voice.
- Finally! someone on the other side blurted out irritably and stopped banging on the door.
- Who's there? I asked.
- A horse in a coat! Open up, come on! What are you wondering?
The door staggered again, I realized that it was better to open it before it was broken. It was difficult to pull out a piece of reinforcement. He rusted hard. From this it became clear to me that it was not locked yesterday. After fiddling for a minute, I finally pulled out a piece of metal from the ears. A disheveled, unshaven man jumped out of the room, almost knocking me off my feet. He goggled his eyes at me and yelled:
“Tell me, why did you do it, huh?”
- What? - I thought that this man would explain everything to me, and he accused me.
- Why is the door closed? - still rudely he asks. Saliva splashes. The eyes are wicked.
- How should I know? It has always been closed! - I say.
- Are you completely stupid? the peasant said more calmly, and it seemed to me that his face became frightened.
He said nothing more, turned to the exit and walked away.
- Hey! Where are you going? I came to my senses when he had already left the wing. I ran after him, and he, without looking back, quickly descended the stairs and went out into the street.
I rushed to my closet. He took the key and locked the main entrance. He returned again and, having called the central office, reported that there was an outsider at the facility. The dispatcher conferred with someone, then told me to inspect everything and called again in five minutes.
I did everything as ordered. I went up to the second floor, studied room number 51. There was nothing to see there: just a long cramped room. An electrical panel with red letters "SCHO-3" and a ladder to the attic. When I saw the stairs, the key to the "mystery of the closed room" immediately became clear to me. I put together this version of events: some lunatic made his way into the building, wandered around the second floor, then climbed into the attic through one of the stairs in the hallway, and after crying down those stairs, he was trapped.
I called the dispatcher exactly five minutes later. He reassured me that all the locks were intact, nothing was missing, there was no one else in the building. And then I sat down at the table, opened the magazine and described the whole story on two pages. And he also described his guesses.

In the morning, when I had to turn in my shift, my boss showed up. I got nervous. He is a strict man - a former military man. He walked in, said hello and sat down to read my report. Then he asked to see the scene. We went with him to room number 51.
The chief inspected everything there, closed the doors and inserted a piece of reinforcement into place. After he announced that I was well done. He acted clearly and according to instructions. I got proud of myself. Only it was in vain. The next day, the shift worker called me and said that I needed to come to the city. The boss calls. He warned that everyone would be reprimanded.
I came. For the first time I saw all my colleagues. Among them, I was the youngest.
It turned out that after my shift, someone climbed into the building again. And again in room number 51. The security guard missed this case. Only in the morning I noticed that a piece of reinforcement was lying on the floor, and the doors of the room were open wide. There was no one inside, nothing was stolen, but the chief did not like this case very much.
He demanded that henceforth not a single fly fly into or out of the building without our knowledge. He said that that company has several million worth of equipment here and everything is under our responsibility. He ordered that the main entrance be locked immediately after the last worker left. And so that we sit and stare at the monitor for the whole day, as we should.
In short, the boss specifically told us. On the same day, instead of a piece of reinforcement, a lock was hung on the door. The keys to it were placed on a stand in the security room. Even a new piece of paper was printed on the printer and pasted on the door. Almost nothing was changed in the text - "The key is at the guard post (Room No. 51)", and now it was true. For a month after this event, the chief came twice a shift. Sometimes he personally called at night so as not to lose vigilance. But there were no more cases, and the severity of the guard post diminished.

Much time has passed since that incident. New firms have appeared in the building. Almost all the premises were occupied. A magnetic lock was placed on the main entrance. Now I let people into the building by pressing a button. At night, for fidelity, the door was locked with a key. It became very easy to work.
And then a year and a half ago something else happened. Admittedly, I was the only one who gave it any importance. A new installer got a job at the same Internet provider company. When I first saw him, I almost swore. He looked very much like that locked-in guy. Only this one smiled modestly, behaved as if he were seeing me for the first time and as if everything was unfamiliar to him.
For a long time, I was sure that this was the same psycho who caused a stir here during my first shifts. I kept thinking about who to say quietly. Even the burden of guilt on myself felt that I was silent about it. Suddenly, he had something bad in mind: he sniffed out something, and now he got a job ...
But after a while, I realized that this new installer and that crazy man cannot be the same person. This guy turned out to be completely adequate, simple and non-conflict. Once we got into a conversation, and I finally buried my doubts. It was his first year in the city. Came from the Astrakhan region. Never been to these places before.
His name was Dima, by the way. I had no reason not to believe him. And I decided that this guy would not throw out any oddities, but everything turned out to be completely different. 7 months ago, he disappeared under very strange circumstances ... It happened, as if on purpose, on my shift. That day there were again problems with electricity. This didn't give Dimka any rest. He's an electrician by trade, and gets really annoyed when something doesn't work.
- Come on. Everything will be fine in a day. How many times has this happened, - I told him, and he calmed down a bit. Stopped running around.
After 6 pm, when there was almost no one left in the building, Dima came to me, smiled and asked for the key to the 51st.
- I was already going home, and it just dawned on me that there is another shield there. Let me see what's there, he says. - 10 minutes, no more.
I nodded at the stand with the keys, they say, take it. He put his bag on my sofa, took the key and left. I was fascinated by the series and did not attach any importance to all this ...
It's been about an hour. I folded my laptop, deciding it was time to make a detour and lock the building. And then, getting up from a chair, I saw Dima's bag on the sofa and immediately remembered that he had not returned, although he promised to bring the key in 10 minutes.
Then I didn't suspect anything. You never know, a man got carried away with repairs. I left the room, checked the first floor, went up to the second. I see: the doors of room No. 51 are ajar, and there is dead silence in the wing ...
I called Dima, he didn't answer. And then fear churned in my stomach. I remembered that case with room number 51 and that guy who looked like Dima. And it began to seem to me that Dima was just as unshaven today, and his clothes were similar.
I called Dima again. Silence. Oh, and I got scared. I timidly crept up to the door ... The open lock hung on one ear, but there was no one inside. He flipped the switch and the light went on. Then a crazy idea came into my head. But I pushed those thoughts away. Dimka left, forgot about the bag, did not return the key. So what? Happens! Didn't report anything.
Only three days later I found out that Dima had not appeared at work since that day. His boss kept walking, lamenting: “Where did he go? After all, he's not a drinker." I realized that I saw him last, and every shift I asked about him. I thought he would show up and dispel my stupid suspicions. And he wasn't there. Contacted the police - to no avail.
And now I'm sitting in my shifts, I think. But what if the end of this disappearance story is somewhere in the past? Then you shouldn’t be surprised why Dima began to yell at me ... Of course, suddenly being locked up, I would have thought that it was I who closed it ...
I also remember the case when, the next day, someone again made his way into room No. 51. Suddenly, this is also Dimka, when he realized that “he didn’t go out there”? There is also a spare key for that lock, but I did not hang the lock on the door. He put it in a drawer. And I loosely bandaged the doors of room No. 51 with a thin wire so that it could be easily opened from the inside. There is nothing to steal anyway. And Dima, maybe even come back?

Prophetic dream with mosquitoes

My mother graduated from a technical school and, by the will of fate, was assigned to work in the glorious city of Chelyabinsk. The events described below refer to 1984-1985.
The girls worked together and did not live in a hostel, but in a rented apartment on the ground floor of a high-rise building. Four girls, two rooms, lived together and cheerfully. All were from different cities, and for the next New Year's holidays they went home. Everyone except Gali, whose parents died a long time ago. So Galina stayed in the apartment alone for the holidays.
My mother met the holiday in a warm family circle, but she had a strange and terrible dream on the night from the first to the second. Galya stands in a dark room and brushes off mosquitoes. And mosquitoes - whole clouds swarm. Galya is already crying with annoyance, she can’t drive them away from her.
Returning to Chelyabinsk, the girls warmly congratulated each other and shared their impressions of the trips, but for some reason Gali was not at home. She did not come either on the second or on the third day, and everyone was terribly worried - everyone had already gone to work, and it was not in the nature of the girl to play truant.
It was also noteworthy that when my mother told her friends about her dream, the rest confirmed that they saw the same thing in a dream, maybe in a slightly different scenery. But Galina and mosquitoes were present in all three dreams. By the way, after the arrival, the tenants noticed that mosquitoes began to appear at home in an unusual amount for winter, but they attributed everything to possible dampness in the basement, where the central heating pipes run.
The statement to the police about the disappearance of Galya was written by my mother and her neighbors. The search began. We also checked the basement. There Galina's body was found in a very unsightly condition. And it was full of mosquito larvae. Heat, humidity, nutrient medium - insects have bred incredibly.
During the investigation, it was established that her friend came to the girl. Apparently, they quarreled at the door of the apartment, and he firmly put his head on her. The lifeless body in a dressing gown hid in the basement. Apparently, Gali did not have people closer to her friends in the world, so she dreamed about them, tried to tell where she was. From the loss of the unfortunate to the discovery of the body, it took about two weeks or a little more.

From 28-12-2019, 21:28

Any doctor knows that there are no healthy people. Especially the mentally healthy...
I'll tell you a story I heard from the lips of one of my St. Petersburg acquaintances. Her name, for obvious reasons, will change somewhat.

Alina has been divorced for more than three years. After ten years of a joint and quite normal family life, their paths with her husband parted. Maybe because they knew each other since childhood and during this time they got fed up with each other. Maybe because the husband sometimes gave reason for justified jealousy. Yes, and Alina herself several times instructed the missus of the horns. True, not as frankly as he ...

For three years of freedom from the bonds of marriage, a thirty-five-year-old woman has seen many peasants. Of course, not in the full sense of the word. Most of the meetings ended with the first innocent date in a cafe or park. Why waste time on a useless option in advance?
With each new gentleman, experience was added. Alina learned in the first ten minutes of communication to imagine what kind of fruit or vegetable her cheeks are blowing here. How correct her assessment turned out to be, she did not double-check, completely relying on her female intuition.

Mystical stories from real life is a very early form of storytelling 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 age. 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 that could 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 her 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 scary about the very idea of ​​something coming out of a mirror or a television screen, as if it were some kind of parallel world, or perhaps the opposite world of ours, used in films like Poltergeist. The idea of ​​an opposite, parallel universe gives us the closest idea of ​​hell. Bloody Mary gives rise to the idea that the evil spirits of the world are captured by 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 recent 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, largely popularized by Stephen King's novel It, and possibly also by John Wayne Gacy, a real-life serial killer dubbed 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 rushes out of the car and runs to the 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 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!

About the existence of other worlds and the mysticism that is associated with this, a small percentage of the population denies this fact, and someone believes in the presence of other forces. Each of us had phenomena, for example, like putting something in, and it suddenly disappeared. Or sitting at home in silence, sounds inexplicable to oneself are heard. There are many such examples and eyewitness accounts. Once my housemate told me: “When they moved into their apartment with their family, they collected a bookcase with shelves for shoes, having collected it all, they did not find one leg, searching everything they could, they did not find it, and then after a while the leg was lying right in the middle of the room."

Here is another mystical story, one family was sitting in the apartment in the kitchen drinking tea and suddenly from somewhere they heard a whistle that was repeated periodically. All members of the family were on their guard, only one grandmother said that the house brought news, if it was good, then he would no longer whistle. And in truth, he fell silent, and we no longer heard such a whistle, and three days later we learned about the addition of a member to the family, our niece was born.

In many cases, otherworldly forces want to save us from trouble, this is the story my friend told me. They had a dog very beloved by all family members, she lived with them for almost 18 years together and now she died of old age. My friend's husband worked as a truck driver, and now, after the death of the dog, he hits the road. At night, when he was driving, there was a heavy fog; visibility was zero. And suddenly his dog appears on the road and runs away, he, forgetting for a moment that she was dead, went after her, after a hundred meters she disappeared. Having safely reached the object and unloaded the goods, the husband hurried back. And what a surprise he had when, having arrived at the place where he had seen a dog at night, there lay a huge block of stone that had broken off a rock and fallen on the road. His beloved dog saved him from death, having gone after her, he drove around this stone.

Another terrible story that shocked me when I heard it from my employee, her grandmother was engaged in the treatment of people with non-traditional medicine, such as conspiracies, prayers. Having come to her one day, her grandmother told her a story and said that on such and such a day she would die and asked her to prepare for her death. Everything happened just like that, as my grandmother said, she died that day, and the story that she told her was such a life. Grandmother lived alone in the house and at night she heard a dog barking, going out into the yard, she saw in the garden the appearance of a man in a white robe, she came up and asked if she needed some help? The image stood with its back to her and did not say anything, then she walked around it from the other side and saw that there was no face in the hood and realized that death had come for her. And she heard the voice at once, which was said to her when she died.

And how many inexplicable fortune-telling about suitors are there. One of my friends so dreamed of getting married quickly and she wanted to see him so much that she was not even afraid to perform a ritual with a mirror at night. Taking a mirror and candles, she went to the bathhouse alone at night. And there she performed a ritual, put a mirror and lit 13 candles. She began to read the plot for each candle and at the same time extinguish it. After extinguishing 12 candles, suddenly someone knocked hard on the window. The girlfriend was very frightened and flew home from the bath like a bullet. In the morning she went to look and saw such a picture, the window was broken, and her little kitten was lying on the ground covered in blood. He, sacrificing his life, saved her from an unknown force, which she wanted to know from her ignorance. The conclusion suggests itself that everything that cannot be explained should be approached with caution.