Scary and mysterious stories. Places from which Blood sweat: The most terrible mystical stories from the world of travel

From 17-04-2019, 12:28

Time was 09:30 in the morning. Nikolai was B. excellent mood. Still would! Today he goes to South, on vacation, for a month. Standing at the main entrance to the station and weaclely producing in large portions smoke from his mouth and simultaneously representing how he will break away with his friends Egor and Lehoy. Egor himself lived in southern, but Lech from Vladivostok. Lech he knew certainly good, but they didn't really communicate much. A closer friendship was with Egor. Friend from the army itself. Egor was a guy cheerful, often even when it is absolutely superfluous. Lech and Kolya himself possess a more restrained character.

Time was already suitable for 10:00 and Kolya went to the already the car. Located in his compartment, he sat at the table and looked out the window. The sun shone, there was a warm weather good. In place, he will be through the day. In the coupe he drove one. He herself did not differ from the usual of the same trips. In the evening, on one of the stops, he called Him, they talked a little. Lech was already there, and tomorrow they agreed to meet him on the machine of an army friend.

Real life is not only light and pleasant, she is still terrible and terrible, mysterious and unpredictable ...

"Was it or not?" - History from real life

I would never believe something like that if it was not collided with this "such" ....

I returned from the kitchen and heard my mother shouts loud in a dream. So loud that we reassured her with all our family. In the morning they asked to tell a dream - Mom said she was not ready.

We wait until a little time goes. I returned to the conversation. This time the mammy did not "resist."

From her I heard that: "I lay on the sofa. Dad slept near. He suddenly woke up and said he was very cold. I went to your room to ask to close the window (you also have a habit of keeping his "Naspushka"). I opened the door and saw that the wardrobe is completely tightened with a thick cobweb. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And felt that I was flying. Only then realized that it was a dream. When I flew to the room - I was even worse. On the edge of the sofa, next to the dad, was sitting your grandmother. She, though she died many years ago, but she appeared in front of me. I always dreamed to dream of me. But at that moment I was not glad to meet. Grandma sat and silent. And I screamed that I do not want to die. Flew to dad on the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time, the dream was at all. Dad, after all confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I do not go to the room until I remember holy water. "

I still have goosebumps "run" throughout the body when I remember this my mother's story. Maybe the grandmother missed and wants us to visit her in the cemetery? .. Oh, if there are no thousand kilometers that we are separated, I would go to her every week!

"Do not go to the cemetery at night!"

Oh, and long ago it was! I also just went to the university .... The guy called me and asked if I wish you to walk? Of course, I replied that I want! But it was the question of a friend: where to walk if all the places are tired? We went over and listed everything that could be. And then I joked: "Will we go around the cemetery?!" I laughed, and in response he heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, as I did not want to show my cowardice.

Bear drove for me at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, looked at the movies and took a souls together. When it was time to gather, Misha said that I was getting dressed in something black or dark - blue. I still have, honestly, what I will be dressed. The main thing is to survive the "romantic walk". It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive her!

We gathered. Come out of the house. Misha sat behind the wheel, although I had rights for a long time. Fifteen minutes later we were in place. I had a long sweating, did not leave the car. My beloved helped! He gave hand like a gentleman. If it were not for his gentleman gesture, I would have stayed in the cabin.

Released He took me by the hand. Everywhere has reached cold. Cold "walked" and from his hand. My heart trembled, as if cold. Intuition suggested me (very insistent) so that we do not go anywhere. But my "half the second" did not believe in intuition and its existence.

We went somewhere, past the graves, silent. When I became quite terribly - I suggested return. But the answer was not followed. I looked towards the bear. And he saw that he was all transparent as Casper from the famous old film. The light of the moon seemed completely pierced his body. I wanted to scream, but could not. Whom in the throat did not allow me to do it. I pulled my hand out of his hand. But I saw that everything with his body is in order that he became the same. But I could not seem to me! I clearly saw that the body of his beloved was covered with "transparency".

I can not say for sure how much time has passed, but we went home. I was just happy that the car was started right away. I just know what happens in movies and serials of the "crazy" genre!

I so extended that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. In summer, imagine?! I myself can't imagine ... We drove off. And when the cemetery is over .... I saw again how Misha became invisible and transparent to one moment!

After a few seconds, he again became the usual and usual. He turned to me (I sat in the back seat) and said that we would go to another expensive. I was surprised. After all, there were quite a few cars in the city! One - two, probably! But I did not make it persuaded to go to the same route. I was glad that our walk ended. The heart somehow frowning restlessly. I "wrote" everything on emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to keep speed, but the bear said he really wants home. On the last turn In us drove some kind of truck.

I woke up in the hospital. I do not know how much I lay there. The most terrible thing is that Misha died! And I warned me intuition! She gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn like Misha?!

He was buried on that sama cemetery .... I did not go to the funeral, since my condition left much to be desired.

Since then, I have not met anyone. It seems to me that I'm cursed by someone and my curse spreads.

Continuation of scary stories

"The terrible secrets of a small house"

Three hundred kilometers from home .... It was there that was and waited for me inheritance in the form of a small house. I was going to look at him for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found a little time and came to the place. It happened that I arrived in the evening. Opened the door. The castle sang as if she did not want to let me in the house. But I still coped with the castle. I went under the sounds of the squeak. It was terrible, but I coped with it. Five hundred times regretted that one - the same one went.

I did not like the setting, because everything was in dust, in the mud and in the web. It is good that the water was held in the house. I quickly found a cloth and began to restore careful order.

Ten minutes of my stay in the house I heard some kind of noise (very similar to moan). She turned her head to the window - saw how the curtains were stagged. Moonlight lived my eyes. I saw the curtains "flashed" again. The mouse ran on the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued to clean up. Under the table, I discovered the yellowed note. It was written in it, that: "Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! ". I sold this house and did not appear close there. I do not want to remember all this horror.

Rusty scissors

Last year, I had to make a flight to another city in business. I needed to spend there one night there, so I opened my laptop and found a cheap hotel, which was closer to the airport.

Arriving at the hotel, I was disappointed, seeing how dirty and untidy place. I tried to find another hotel, but nowhere was there any free numbers. There is nothing to do, I had to stop there.

Going into your number, I felt a heavy unpleasant smell in the air. Yes, and the room itself was some kind of terrible and cold. I'm lying on the bed, but I was terribly uncomfortable. Catching linen on the bed, I found strange thing. It turned out to be rusty metal scissors.

"God. It's terrible! "- I just could say. "The maid did not even bother to remove this number normally."

I raised them and put on the bedside table. I'm so tired that I was immediately lying to sleep. On the scissors I decided to complain about the next morning.

Located on dirty sheets, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. At night, I dreamed of a strange dream. I felt someone sits on me, very heavy, and felt like this someone looks at me.

I do not remember what exactly I woke up, but the room was still dark. When I extended my hand and turned on the lamp on the bedside table, my hair was on my head on my head.

Rusty scissors lay on my chest. Their blades were attached to my throat on both sides, and even broke through the skin. A more couple of centimeters, and my throat would turn out to be converted.

Shadow in the fog

When I was small and still studied at school, my father often took me with him to hike in the mountains. Once, we were very delayed, not noticing how it became dark. The thick fog is lying to the ground, and we hardly could disassemble the road. The father kept my hand so that I could not get stuck and did not fall.

When we went down, I noticed a small dark figure in front of us. Father unexpectedly squeezed my hand very much.

Ah, dad, hurt! - I exclaimed.

Father looked at me. On his face was genuine horror.

"Close your eyes!" He snapped. "And do not open them until I tell you."

He said it to such a tone that I immediately listened to him without asking extra questions. So, tightly holding me by the hand, he spent me through the fog.

When, according to my calculations, we passed by the place where I noticed a dark figure, I heard a weak muttering: "Melci, die, die, die, die ..."

The whole remaining part of the path the Father was silent, and only at home at home, he finally allowed me to open his eyes. Since then, he did not talk about it, and refused to tell what it was.

20 years have passed. I came to the guests to visit. We cut a bottle of vodka with him and talked to souls like a father with her son. I remembered the case in the mountains, and I dared to ask about it again.

"Remember that a small dark figure in the fog?" - I said. "What was it?"

My father was silent for some time, and then whispered softly: "It was you."

Saying it, he dried his glass and flatly refused to talk about it further.

Photo from school campaign

When I studied in the sixth grade, our entire class went on a campaign. All children took cameras and cameras with them and filmed our trip. Returning to school, we began to watch and show each other all the filmed photos, when suddenly, one girl said: "Oh! WHAT IS IT?"

All ran up to her to see what she saw. On one photo, a boy was shot from our class when he was sitting on the bus. In this photo there was nothing strange if it were not for its reflection in the window.

His face in the reflection of the window looked yellow and bloated, mutilated and distorted, and behind him there was some kind of white shadow. Looking around, it became clear that it was a skull. It was terrible.

When the boy saw the photos, he began to cry, and his hysteria began. Everything in the class was frightened. The class teacher sent a boy to the medical board and forbade us to discuss this case to everyone.

Seven days later, the boy died due to a brain tumor.

Where is mom?

There was one taxi driver who had a wife missing. He had to bring up a five-year-old daughter. Father had to work a lot, so he could not spend a lot of time at home. He often left the house in the morning and returned only late at night.

His neighbor was a lonely woman who was a joy to sit with the girl when his father was not at home. Every night, the girl woke up and cried, the call of his father. But one day she stopped crying. Listening, the neighbor heard the girl laughs. It seemed that she was talking to someone.

"Probably, her father returned," the neighbor suggested.

She opened the bedroom door and saw that the girl sits in bed alone and laugh in the dark. There was no one else in the bedroom. The neighbor decided to find out what the cause of such a strange behavior of the girl.

Who were you talking to? She asked.

With Mom, - the girl replied. "When I cried, my mother came to me, hugged and kissed in a brush."

The woman was puzzled.

But I was all the time here, and entrance door Closed, - she said. - How did she enter?

A little girl pointed to the door to the basement and whispered - she crawled out from there ...

The cold ran on the back of the neighbor, and she immediately caused the police.

PANTRY

When my father retired, he had a lot of free time. He began to search, what would take himself.

"In the end of the corridor, a lot of place disappears in vain," he said. "It can be removed under the storage room."

My father, like a fondant person, spent two days for his new project. He nailed a few shelves to the wall and installed the door at the end of the corridor, creating a small storage room. The next day, when I returned home, there was no father anywhere, and I noticed a new brilliant castle on the door of the storage room.

For the next evening, the father was not at home again. Mother was very alarmed and asked me to inspect the storage room. I broke the castle and we were rolling into a storage room.

Inside, we found the Father. He sat on the floor, his eyes did not express themselves and he quietly laughed at something. What he did? How could he lock the door while inside? We did not receive an answer to these questions, because my father went crazy. He still sits in his storage room, looks somewhere and smiles happily.

EMERGENCY CALL

Emergency call on the duty console arrived at about half of the eighth in the morning. The elderly desperate woman called, she reported just horrific things. The opera responded quickly to the challenge and at eight in the morning was already on the apartment at the caller, or rather at its neighbors.
Separate Sladeak Kalmokov became alone, it was simply turned out of fear. In the view of the apartment there was a monstrous, heartbreaking dismember, incredible cruelty murder. Everywhere there were pieces of human flesh and part of the body: where the hand where the leg is. So much the bloodstand has never seen, it seemed that she was everywhere in this apartment. But the worst, in his opinion, in the corner of one of the rooms stood silently the boy of the six and closed his face with his hands. According to the neighbor of Marya Petrovna, who discovered all this horror, the boy shouted greatly, cried and called Mom. Kalmokov was perplexed, who was so scary to dealt with the parents of the boy. He has already begun to suspect the neighbor of Marre Petrovna himself, began to ask her obsessive questions with a rough tone in a rough form. That boy, before that all the time silent, said:
- Do not shout on the aunt Masha, she is good and kind, she did not.
Kalmokov, turning, said in a whisper:
- Who?
- And won that pale uncle, who sometimes crawled in our ceiling, and now you are behind you, so it is very, very angry.
The boy poked his finger behind the back of the Kalmokov's investigator and neighbor Mary Petrovna ....

From yesterday, 11:35

One night at 3 o'clock in the morning outside the window of my bedroom (which is on the second floor) burned lights burned and smelled incense. I was scared, so I woke my mother (which is the most skeptical person ever) and asked her to watch while I close the windows. At first she grumbled that she had to wake up because of this, but then silent when he entered my room. I closed the windows, then we both went to sleep.

The next day I felt pretty stupid when I allowed my imagination to overcome me, so when I saw my mother, I said: "Hello, mom, forgive me for the past night." She replied: "Everything is fine, I saw it too."

When a person is bad, he is looking for a way out. When a person is very bad, but there is no way out, it will look for the most absurd exits. He clings for every straw that can make his life a little. And if everyone is bad around? Satisfied with your life units, the remaining mass depression. What then? Then dishonest people can earn good, stretching the surrounding the illusion of such a straw.

In the middle of the nineties in several countries, a financial crisis has come, rampant crime and a feeling of hopelessness. And fraudsters were at all times. Now they are wielding more on the Internet on bulletin boards, but then they loved mystics more. People went to various fortunewrites, magicians, etc. I want to tell about the stupid (in my opinion) the way to make money on mysticism. It is very strange that someone came across it, it's strange now, but maybe for someone it was that straw.

Appeared in the bazaar, in trains and even in many organizations, people who sold ... words. Yes, it sounds ridiculous, but they truth sold words. They argued that these unusual, knowing them, you can solve any problem and make others obey to you.