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“As happens in some films... We moved from a new house to a very old one. It was just so convenient for us, for some reason. Mom found a photo of the house on the Internet and immediately “fell in love” with it.
We moved there. We started to get used to it and look around... One day, when we had already started planning a housewarming party, I was terribly shocked. Now I'll tell you why. I went out onto the porch in the evening to admire the stars. About ten minutes later I heard some strange noise (as if someone was moving dishes from one place to another). I came back to look at it. When I approached the kitchen door, I saw something richly white slip out of its doors. I was scared, of course, but I never realized what it was.
Several days passed. We were expecting guests from afar. They were going to spend the night with us and we made a small rearrangement in the room (to make our place more convenient and comfortable for people).
The guests have arrived. I was calm because nothing supernatural was happening anymore. But! The guests told me something completely different. They stayed overnight in the same room (in the same room in which we specially rearranged it). The uncle said that the bed shook and swayed under him. The second uncle assured that the slippers were “rearranged” under the bed by themselves. And my aunt said that she saw a dark shadow sitting on the windowsill.
The guests have left. They hinted that they would never return. However, our family has no plans to leave here. Nobody (except me) believed in these “fairy tales”. Maybe it’s for the better.”
A story of three dreams
“I had an interesting dream. More precisely…. Some. But I decided not to “climb” into the dream book in order to accumulate my dreams even more.
The first dream was that a friend said: “I’m pregnant.” I haven’t called this friend for three months. We haven't seen each other again. The second dream was also pleasant. I won the lotto. What have I done? The result of the dreams did not take long to arrive...
I called my friend and she said that her father-in-law had died. This means that pregnancy in a dream “gives birth” to death. And my second dream came true: I won fifty dollars in the lotto.”
Cat mysticism or real fiction
“My husband and I live in the apartment of my grandmother, who died seven years ago. Before we moved here, this apartment was rented out to six different tenants. We have made repairs, but not completely. In short, we settled there... And I started finding strange things in the rooms. Either some scattered pins, or fragments (completely incomprehensible to me). Grandma started dreaming. In the evenings I saw her in several mirrors.
A friend advised me to urgently get a black kitten. We did this immediately. The kitten avoided mirrors. And in the evening, when I passed by them, he would jump on my shoulder and begin to hiss intimidatingly, glancing at the reflection in the mirror. And the kitten does not approach her husband at all. I don't know what this is for. I do not know why. But with a kitten we feel somehow calmer.”
Mystical shell
“My boyfriend died. Died while riding his motorcycle! I don't know how I survived it. And I don’t understand if I survived. I loved him very much. With such force that I went crazy with love! When I found out that he was no more... I thought that I would be taken forever to a psychiatric hospital. A month has passed since his death. Naturally, I grieved no less. I wanted to bring him back to this world. And I was ready to do anything for this.
A classmate gave the address of a magician. I came to him and paid for the session. He whispered something, hummed, squeaked... I observed his behavior and stopped believing in his “power”. I decided to sit until the end of the session. And it’s good that I didn’t leave earlier. Fiol (that was the name of the magician) gave me something in a small box. He told me not to open the box. I should have just put it under my pillow, constantly remembering Igor.
I did just that! True, my hands were shaking a little. And lips (from fright), because it had to be done in the dark. I tossed and turned for a long time and couldn’t even take a nap. It’s a pity that you couldn’t take sleeping pills. I didn’t notice how sleep visited me. I dreamed that...
I walk along a narrow path towards a bright light. I walk and hear a declaration of love that Igor continuously whispered to me. I walked, walked, walked... I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. It was as if my legs themselves were leading me somewhere. My uncontrollable steps quickened.
He said the following:“I'm needed here. I can't go back. Don't forget me, but don't suffer either. There must be someone else next to you. And I will be your angel...”
He disappeared and my eyes opened. I tried to go back - nothing worked. I grabbed the box and opened it. I saw a small gilded shell in it! I will not part with her, as well as with the memories of Igor.”
Beautiful story of an ugly girl
“I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I was the ugliest girl in the Universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I didn’t believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.
I was twenty-two, but I wasn't dating anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the same way I ran away from my own appearance.
I decided to go to Kyiv to distract myself and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music..... I don’t know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart yearned for this city. This one, and not any other!
Time passed quickly on the road. I really regretted that I didn’t have time to enjoy the road as much as I should have. And I couldn’t take any photographs, since the train was moving unbearably fast.
No one was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those I met. I stood at the station for three seconds and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel where I had booked a room in advance.
I got into a taxi and heard:“Are you the girl who is insecure about her appearance and who still doesn’t have a soul mate?”
I was surprised, but answered positively. Now I'm married to this man. And how he knows all this about me is still a secret.” He doesn’t want to admit it, he just flatly...
My mother-in-law and I lived together. She was a doctor, a very good one. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. My mother-in-law calls and we talk about our children. I cough during a 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 half an hour later. He listens to me through his phonendoscope, taps me on the back and says: “Don’t argue with me.” Get dressed, let's go for the x-ray.
We took pictures. It's true, I have pneumonia. Just like she said. She made me go to the hospital and personally treated me. And after a short time she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.
We grieved for her very much. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:
How do you think? Is there something after death?
One day after a bath I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I was also surprised, it just doesn’t open without effort. There was definitely no draft. I followed this, afraid of getting sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don’t want to. I can’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 she turned to her deceased mother-in-law:
Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are gone, there will be no one to treat you.
And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed like something? Repeated:
Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.
Door opened!
Can you imagine?! We gathered the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for the repose.
We had a case. On their father’s anniversary they decided not to invite anyone, but to modestly remember him. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary drinking party.
We are sitting at the table in the kitchen. The mother put the photograph of the father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook under it, leaning it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka and a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.
It’s already evening, we decided to clean everything up. I say that the stack should be taken to the nightstand in my father’s room, let it stand there until it evaporates. My mother is very rational, she doesn’t really believe in all these customs. She says so frivolously: “Why clean up, I’ll drink it myself now.”
As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason at all, slid along the edge of the table and knocked over her father’s stack. The photograph fell, and every last drop of vodka spilled out. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to knock it over).
Have you ever had the hair on your head move? That was the first time I experienced this. Moreover, my whole body was covered in goosebumps from horror. I couldn’t say anything for about five minutes. The husband and mother also sat in shock. It’s as if my father said from the other world: “Here you go!” You’ll drink my vodka, of course!”
Yesterday I encountered something strange.
It’s already past midnight, I’m sitting with my dear one, 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 adores them, but I can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate it.
After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder: 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 playground is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but continues to swing, increasing its 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.
I scared away some local spirit.
I remembered. Once upon a time we lived in the taiga. And then passing hunters came to visit. The guys 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 out loud why I counted another person.
And after this, the hunters said that they stopped in one place on the boat - they were interested in a pile of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had picked up the man and covered him with dead wood; a leg in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking a boot - to report where they were supposed to, order an aircraft to remove the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the man-eating bear.
The restless soul probably got stuck together with the boot.
We once rented an apartment with my husband and three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. We lived in peace. And one day, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathtub, gave her children’s toys, and I did something around the house, periodically keeping an eye on her. And then she screams. I go to the bathroom, she sits, cries, and blood runs down her back. I looked at 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 became creepy, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.
Two days later, I’m 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,” he answers and looks into the bath. “Here she sits, can’t you see?” I was in a cold sweat, my hair was standing on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter stands and looks into the bath and seems to be meaningfully looking at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle throughout the apartment! I calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child came to the corner of the room and offered some candy to some aunt!
On this day, the owner of the apartment came to collect payment, I asked him who 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! Need I say that we soon moved out of there?
A friend of mine lives in a pre-revolutionary house. My great-grandfather, a merchant, built it. One day I returned from the store and saw a man in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, and spins around himself as if he is dancing.
A friend asked him: For better or worse?
To which he sang: And you will lose the child, you will lose the child!!!
And immediately disappeared.
For a long time, an acquaintance was worried about her children, picked them up from school, and did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, with his father. The mother visits very rarely, so we can say that she lost the child.
I didn’t write about this for a long time, I thought it was my personal thing. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.
Mom will be 2 years old on June 26th. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one was sick and had no intention of dying). I saw golden threads from my mother’s head straight into the sky. My eyes are square, I backed away, sat down on the blanket. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. All I could say was: Wow! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I’ll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I’ll die soon?” Mommy, how right you were
For the first time, my mother fainted in her chair, I called an ambulance, and screamed in a non-human voice. And my mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mom, mom...”, as if she really saw. Then I started yelling: “Girl, get away from here, leave her to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke; my mother came to her senses in front of them. In the evening everything happened again and forever.
It was many years ago. My 91-year-old grandmother died. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and put it in the storage room for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to take it away right away, and she stood there for several days.
And during this time, a lot of inexplicable things happened in the house... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone’s gaze (reproaching) during the day. Everything was falling out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervous and tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to walk past the storage room and didn’t even go to the toilet at night... We all understood that the restless soul was toiling, and when my father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed for us too. Granny! Forgive us, we probably did something wrong!
Mom told me three days ago. Our children go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight it is only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, and a rare dog barking. The night birds have already stopped singing and are preparing for autumn. Further from my mother's words.
I woke up to someone knocking on the second door in the corridor (the first one is wooden and has a bolt, the second one is modern metal). The knocking was not strong, and it was as if they were knocking with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out into the street without asking, and the grandfather locked the door after smoking. But it was almost 2 am, there was silence in the house - everyone was asleep. She asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child’s voice said: “It’s me... let me in.” The yard dog and two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped completely.
My mother is very rational and does not suffer from visions. She told me it was very alarming. 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 here it is. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.
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When I was little, I was a very lively and restless child. Everything was interesting to me. If my mother said not to go somewhere or not to do something, it sounded to me like: “there is something very interesting there!” and “if you don’t do this, you’ll miss all the fun!”
Like most children in our country, my parents sent me to the village for three months in the summer. Every time we went there, I resisted as best I could, not wanting to go to my grandparents, and when they took me back, I again resisted with all my might, not wanting to go back to the city and to school.
She can appear in any city. It is very difficult to distinguish her from others. But woe to those who, through carelessness or ignorance, sit in it. The damned minibus does not belong to our world and can lead to places where none of us belong...
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Each of these mysterious stories could be called a detective story. But in detective stories, as you know, all the secrets are revealed by the last page. And in these stories, the solution is still far away, although humanity has been puzzling over some of them for decades. Perhaps we are not destined to find answers for them at all? Or will the veil of secrecy ever be lifted? And what do you think?
43 missing Mexican students
In 2014, 43 students from the College of Education from Ayotzinapa went to demonstrate in Iguala, where the mayor's wife was scheduled to speak to residents. The corrupt mayor ordered the police to rid him of this problem. On his orders, the police detained the students, and as a result of the harsh detention, two students and three bystanders died. The remaining students, as we found out, were handed over to the local crime syndicate Guerreros Unidos. The next day, the body of one of the students was found on the street with the skin torn off his face. Later, the remains of two more students were found. Relatives and friends of the students organized mass demonstrations, triggering a full-blown political crisis in the country. The corrupt mayor, his friends and the chief of police tried to escape, but were detained a few weeks later. The provincial governor resigned, and several dozen police officers and officials were arrested. And only one thing remains a mystery - the fate of almost four dozen students is still unknown.
Oak Island Money Pit
Off the coast of Nova Scotia, on Canadian territory, there is a small island - Oak Island, or Oak Island. There is the famous “money pit”. According to legend, local residents found it back in 1795. This is a very deep and complex mine, in which, according to legend, countless treasures are hidden. Many have tried to get into it - but the design is treacherous, and after the treasure hunter has dug to a certain depth, the mine begins to be intensively filled with water. They say that brave souls found at a depth of 40 meters a stone tablet with the scrawled inscription: “Two million pounds are buried 15 meters deeper.” More than one generation has tried to get the promised treasure out of the hole. Even the future President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, during his student years at Harvard, came to Oak Island with a group of friends to try his luck. But the treasure is not given to anyone. And is he there?..
Who was Benjamin Kyle?
In 2004, an unknown man woke up outside a Burger King in Georgia. He had no clothes on, there were no documents with him, but the worst thing was that he didn’t remember anything about himself. That is, absolutely nothing! The police conducted a thorough investigation, but were unable to find any traces: neither missing people with such characteristics, nor relatives who could identify him from a photo. He was soon given the name Benjamin Kyle, under which he continues to live to this day. Without documents or certificates of any education, he could not find a job, but one local businessman, having learned about him from a television program, out of pity, gave him a job as a dishwasher. He still works there now. The efforts of doctors to awaken his memory, and the police to find his previous traces, did not yield results.
Shore of Severed Legs
"Severed Legs Coast" is the name given to a beach on the Pacific Northwest coast of British Columbia. It received this terrible name because local residents several times found severed human legs here, shod in sneakers or trainers. From 2007 to the present, 17 of them have been found, with the majority being right-wing. There are several theories to explain why legs wash up on this beach - natural disasters, the work of a serial killer... some even claim that the mafia destroys the bodies of its victims on this remote beach. But none of these theories looks convincing, and no one knows where the truth is.
"Dancing Death" 1518
One day in the summer of 1518 in Strasbourg, a woman suddenly began dancing in the middle of the street. She danced wildly until she fell from exhaustion. The strangest thing is that gradually others joined her. A week later, 34 people were dancing in the city, and a month later - 400. Many dancers died from overwork and heart attacks. The doctors did not know what to think, and the churchmen also could not exorcise the demons possessing the dancers. In the end, it was decided to leave the dancers alone. The fever gradually subsided, but no one ever knew what caused it. They talked about some special type of epilepsy, about poisoning, and even about a secret, pre-coordinated religious ceremony. But scientists of that time did not find an exact answer.
Signal from aliens
On August 15, 1977, Jerry Eman, who was monitoring signals from space at the volunteer Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Civilizations, picked up a signal at a random radio frequency, clearly coming from deep space, from the direction of the constellation Sagittarius. This signal was much stronger than the cosmic noise that Eman was used to hearing on the air. It lasted only 72 seconds and consisted of a completely definite, in the eye of the observer, completely random list of letters and numbers, which, however, was accurately reproduced several times in a row. Eman disciplinedly recorded the sequence and reported it to his colleagues in the search for aliens. However, further listening to this frequency did not yield anything, as did any attempts to catch at least some signal from the constellation Sagittarius. What it was - a prank by completely earthly jokers or an attempt by an extraterrestrial civilization to contact us - no one still knows.
Unknown from Somerton Beach
Here's another perfect murder, the mystery of which has still not been solved. On December 1, 1948, in Australia, on Somerton Beach in southern Adelaide, the body of an unknown man was discovered. There were no documents with him, only a note with two words: “Taman Shud” was found in one of his pockets. This was a line from Omar Khayyam's rubaiyat, meaning "the end." The cause of death of the unknown man could not be determined. The forensic investigator believed that it was a case of poisoning, but could not prove it. Others believed it was a suicide, but this claim was also unsubstantiated. The mysterious case has alarmed not only Australia, but the whole world. They tried to establish the identity of the unknown person in almost all countries of Europe and America, but the efforts of the police were in vain, and the history of Taman Shud remained shrouded in secrecy.
Confederate Treasures
This legend still haunts American treasure hunters - and not only them. According to legend, when the northerners were already close to victory in the Civil War, the treasurer of the Confederate government, George Trenholm, in desperation, decided to deprive the victors of their rightful spoils - the treasury of the southerners. Confederate President Jefferson Davis personally took on this mission. He and his guards left Richmond with a huge cargo of gold, silver and jewelry. No one knows where they went, but when the northerners took Davis prisoner, he had no jewelry with him, and 4 tons of Mexican gold dollars also disappeared without a trace. Davis never revealed the secret of the gold. Some believe that he distributed it to the planters of the South so that they could bury it until better times, others believe that it is buried somewhere in the vicinity of Danville, Virginia. Some believe that the secret society “Knights of the Golden Circle”, who were secretly preparing revenge in the Civil War, laid their paws on him. Some even say that the treasure is hidden at the bottom of the lake. Dozens of treasure hunters are still looking for him, but none of them can get to the bottom of either the money or the truth.
Voynich manuscript
The mysterious book, known as the Voynich manuscript, is named after the Polish-born American bookseller Wilfred Voynich, who bought it from an unknown person in 1912. In 1915, having taken a closer look at the find, he told the whole world about it - and since then many have not known peace. According to scientists, the manuscript was written in the 15th-16th centuries in central Europe. The book contains a lot of text, written in neat handwriting, and hundreds of drawings depicting plants, most of which are unknown to modern science. The signs of the zodiac and medicinal herbs are also drawn here, accompanied by text, apparently, of recipes for their use. However, the contents of the text are just speculations of scientists who have not been able to understand it. The reason is simple: the book is written in a language still unknown on Earth, which is also practically indecipherable. Who wrote the Voynich manuscript and why, we may not know even in centuries.
Karst wells of Yamal
In July 2014, an inexplicable explosion was heard in Yamal, as a result of which a huge well appeared in the ground, the width and height of which reached 40 meters! Yamal is not the most populated place on the planet, so no one was injured from the explosion and the appearance of a sinkhole. However, such a strange and potentially dangerous phenomenon required an explanation, and a scientific expedition went to Yamal. It included everyone who could be useful in studying the strange phenomenon - from geographers to experienced mountain climbers. However, upon arrival, they were unable to understand the reasons and nature of what had happened. Moreover, while the expedition was working, two more similar failures appeared in Yamal in exactly the same way! Until now, scientists have been able to come up with only one version - about periodic explosions of natural gas coming to the surface from underground. However, experts consider it unconvincing. The Yamal failures remain a mystery.
Antikythera Mechanism
Discovered by treasure hunters on a sunken ancient Greek ship at the beginning of the twentieth century, this device, which at first seemed like just another artifact, turned out to be, no less, the first analog computer in history! A complex system of bronze disks, made with precision and accuracy unimaginable in those distant times, made it possible to calculate the position of stars and luminaries in the sky, time in accordance with different calendars and the dates of the Olympic Games. According to the results of the analyses, the device was made at the turn of the millennium - about a century before the birth of Christ, 1600 years before the discoveries of Galileo and 1700 before the birth of Isaac Newton. This device was more than a thousand years ahead of its time and still amazes scientists.
Sea people
The Bronze Age, which lasted approximately from the 35th to the 10th centuries BC, was the heyday of several European and Middle Eastern civilizations - Greek, Cretan, and Cananese. People developed metallurgy, created impressive architectural monuments, and tools became more complex. It seemed that humanity was moving by leaps and bounds towards prosperity. But everything collapsed within a few years. The civilized peoples of Europe and Asia were attacked by a horde of “people of the sea” - barbarians on countless ships. They burned and destroyed cities and villages, burned food, killed and took people into slavery. After their invasion, ruins remained everywhere. Civilization was thrown back at least a thousand years ago. In once powerful and educated countries, writing disappeared, and many secrets of construction and working with metals were lost. The most mysterious thing is that after the invasion, the “sea people” disappeared as mysteriously as they appeared. Scientists are still wondering who and where this people came from and what their future fate was. But there is no clear answer to this question yet.
Murder of the Black Dahlia
Books were written and films were made about this legendary murder, but it was never solved. On January 15, 1947, 22-year-old aspiring actress Elizabeth Short was found brutally murdered in Los Angeles. Her naked body was subjected to cruel abuse: it was practically cut in half and bore traces of many injuries. At the same time, the body was washed clean and completely devoid of blood. This story of one of the oldest unsolved murders was widely circulated by journalists, giving Short the nickname “black dahlia.” Despite an active search, the police were unable to find the killer. The Black Dahlia case is considered one of the oldest unsolved murders in Los Angeles.
Motor ship "Ourang Medan"
In early 1948, the Dutch ship Ourang Medan sent an SOS signal while in the Strait of Mallaka off the coast of Sumatra and Malaysia. According to eyewitnesses, the radio message said that the captain and the entire crew were dead, and it ended with the chilling words: “And I am dying.” The captain of the Silver Star, having heard the distress signal, went in search of the Ourang Medan. Having discovered the ship in the Strait of Malacca, the sailors from the Silver Star boarded and saw that it was indeed full of corpses, and the cause of death was not visible on the bodies. Soon the rescuers noticed suspicious smoke coming from the hold and, just in case, chose to return to their ship. And they did the right thing, because soon the Ourang Medan spontaneously exploded and sank. Of course, because of this, the possibility of an investigation became zero. Why the crew died and the ship exploded is still a mystery.
Baghdad battery
Until recently, it was believed that humanity mastered the production and use of electric current only at the end of the 18th century. However, an artifact found by archaeologists in the region of ancient Mesopotamia in 1936 casts doubt on this conclusion. The device consists of a clay pot in which the battery itself is hidden: an iron core wrapped in copper, which is believed to have been filled with some kind of acid, after which it began to generate electricity. For many years, archaeologists debated whether the devices were actually related to the generation of electricity. In the end, they collected the same primitive products - and managed to generate electric current with their help! So, did they really know how to install electric lighting in ancient Mesopotamia? Since written sources from that era have not survived, this mystery will now probably forever excite scientists.
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When I was about 16, I was interested in tarot cards. I made layouts for my girlfriends and everyone told me everything I tell them is all true. Over time, my girlfriends began to bring their friends and acquaintances to me. Then I got tired of it all, and other interests appeared in life, I abandoned all this. But apparently what is in me still does not want to remain silent, and I began to have prophetic dreams. Some are not memorable, but some are very difficult. Here is one of them, after which I am very afraid of my dreams.
I was 24 years old at the time, and I was in the last month of pregnancy. My husband and I arrived late from a long trip, I was tired, but for some reason I couldn’t sleep until the morning. In the morning I fell asleep and dreamed that I was in a barn with two doors, sitting on the ground and in front of me were two snakes. One crawls away from me under the door to the left, and from the door that is directly opposite me, my son-in-law Igor (my sister’s husband) comes out and heads towards the door behind which the snake is located. I screamed wildly in my sleep, screaming for him not to go there, that there was a snake there, it would bite him and he would die, but he didn’t listen to me, smiled and went through that door.
I remembered one story that happened a long time ago, when I was young. There was a girl living in our yard, we were friends. They played together in the yard and visited each other. We often gathered either at my house or at hers, and we liked to fill out friend diaries together, which almost every high school student had at school. I grew up alone with my parents; there were three of them. Natasha's mother raised them alone, it was very difficult for her. I often gave her my dresses and jewelry so that she could go to the disco, she was very beautiful in them. She had naturally white hair that did not need to be dyed, but only curled with curlers.
She met a guy at a disco. Young, handsome, also fair-haired, his name was Vitya. They began to be friends, meet, love each other. About a year passed and they got married. The wedding was at their home, I remember the whole yard was having fun, they said what a beautiful couple they were, how they suited each other. I just don’t know why, but at their wedding there was a lot of black, both in clothes and in decorations that were used to decorate the wedding rooms in the apartment.
Our family was deported to Siberia in the early 30s. I remember an incident that happened to me. I, boy, climbed onto a cedar tree, high from the ground. Suddenly he fell off and hung on a thin branch. My soul sank into my heels: I think it’s all over. There was a crunch and the branch broke off. And I woke up hugging a thick tree trunk. By what miracle did he overcome the distance to the trunk? What kind of unknown force picked me up? I guess. I think I know the answer.
We, the family of an enemy of the people, lived in Prokopyevsk, in a barracks. They were starving. Once, in early spring, when I was in fourth grade, my mother sent me to buy potatoes. The collective farm field was plowed, and it was possible to collect frozen potatoes left over from the previous harvest. Mom gave me our only bucket, and I went. The tractor drivers didn’t mind me “grazing” while plowing, but suddenly, out of nowhere, a buster appeared on a horse. He didn’t like that I was stealing, and he began to drive me away. He hit me several times with a whip on the shoulders and back. I had to run away. But you can’t really run away from a horse. It occurred to me to save myself in the lake, which was still covered with a viscous icy mess. I fell up to my shoulders and lost the bucket. Out of resentment he shouted: “May you die!” Having galloped to the water, the rider wanted to rein in his horse, but it reared up and rushed forward into the water! The rider did not expect such a trick; he fell, getting entangled in the stirrups, and the horse dragged him into the lake. Collective farmers ran towards us from all sides. I didn’t wait to see what would happen next, I rushed to the shore. At home, my mother beat me for the bucket. In the evening I went outside and saw among the garbage an almost brand new bucket (one hole in the bottom)! I repaired it and my mother kissed me. The next day I met a tractor driver. “The tracker drowned,” he said.
In the summer I lived with my grandmother and grandfather. The village, several of them are scattered within sight of the hills, far from the asphalt road. River, forests. My parents sent my brother and I there to eat pies, pancakes and sour cream and butter. It was the best time of my life. There were 4 girls and 6 boys from all the villages. Some are local, some are sent from the city into the air. Almost all weather conditions. They were very friendly. In the evenings they burned a fire at the edge of the forest. They brought guitars and a tape recorder and electronics. We were all 15-17 years old. They danced, sang songs, rode horses, climbed through the gardens.
At the beginning of my story, I will say that no one in my family suffered from mental disorders. This is an out-of-the-ordinary incident that happened to me almost a year ago.
In the middle of a white summer day, I talked to my husband on the phone (we were in different cities at that time) and we had a quarrel with specific threats to life and health on his part, after which I simply began to go hysterical. At this time, the phrase suddenly came to mind: “Do you want help?” I didn’t understand what was happening to me, and even at that moment, realizing little of anything, I gave the answer: “YES.” It all started the next morning!
When I was 14 years old, we lived in a village, and because of the floods that happened every spring, several families in our village began to move to new apartments. Families happily left this godforsaken village for the city. My family’s turn had not yet reached us, so we lived practically in an abandoned village. And, like all teenagers, I and about 7 other people climbed through abandoned houses and looked for all sorts of unnecessary rubbish. They played hide and seek, climbed through the attics of old houses in search of some interesting object.
And one day after school, as always, we met in our group - there were 3 girls and 4 guys. And again we went roaming through abandoned houses. We went into one house, and everything there was as if no one had been moved from this house: there was furniture, curtains, everything as it should be in a residential building. Only this house has been empty for six months, and the grandmother who lived here has long been happily living in a new city apartment. Well, as always, let’s explore the whole house, who’s rummaging through the closets, who’s crawling into the attic, in short, we weren’t bored.
I read this story: “A Dream for Two” and I remembered another incident that took place back in the 80s. The case took place at one large enterprise for the procurement and processing of cattle meat, that is, at a meat processing plant.
On the second floor of the plant building there was an administrative staff, and below there was a slaughter and cutting shop. The place of the “lower classes”, you understand, is gloomy and bloody, not everyone’s psyche can withstand working in a slaughterhouse, so at this enterprise, every employee periodically underwent a medical examination, including a visit to a psychotherapist, She asked her questions and ticked the boxes, if everything was fine with the employee from a mental point of view, but if not, then the latter was called to the authorities, inviting him to “rest or look for another job for his own benefit.”
But then an emergency happened at the enterprise. From the safe, without breaking it, some very expensive product was stolen, which was used during work. The police were called to draw up a report and Georgy managed to agree with the investigator to hold off on opening the case for now and return to this issue, only after a thorough psychological examination had been carried out on all employees of the meat processing plant, he hoped that with its help it would be revealed kidnapper Therefore, in order to give an urgently invited specialist the opportunity to get to the bottom of the truth, this time everyone was checked, not only the lower-level workers, but also the top ones, that is, the entire administrative staff, including the head of the enterprise himself. Let's call him George.
I’ll say right away that I’m a skeptic about everything mystical, but two incidents from my childhood never found their explanation.
I spent my summer holidays with my aunt in the village of Petrovskaya Gorka, which is located in the Luga district of the Leningrad region on Lake Cheremenetskoye. Immediately outside the village there was a slope, abundantly overgrown with hazel, ferns and hops. I don’t know how it is now, I was there for the last time at my aunt’s funeral about 20 years ago. Naturally, our summer gang of boys could not miss such a location - this was our favorite place to play war and Indians, and was examined along its entire length.
It was at the end of August, literally in a couple of days we had to leave for the city. My friend Sanya and I, two twelve-year-old tomboys, went to finally pick some nuts, which, although not yet ripe at that time, were already quite edible. And so, while walking through our hazel forest (I repeat, thoroughly studied), we suddenly came to a place completely unknown to us. It was something like a shallow ravine, at the bottom of which stood something like a barn or a small hut, seemingly abandoned. We were extremely surprised, because we rushed around here almost every day and didn’t notice this, but in this house it was possible to set up a boys’ headquarters! We decided to see what was inside this hut. But the closer we came to her, the more we were gripped by some kind of downright animal fear.