Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable...

"Was it or not?" - real life story

I would never have believed in something like this if I myself had not encountered this “similar” ....

I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in her sleep. So loud that we comforted her with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell a dream - my mother said that she was not ready.

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. Mom didn't "resist" this time.

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the couch. Dad slept next to me. He suddenly woke up and said that he was very cold. I went to your room to ask you to close the window (you have a habit of keeping it open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And I felt like I was healing. It was only then that I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the sofa, next to your dad, sat your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young to me. I always dreamed that she dreamed of me. But at that moment I was not happy with our meeting. Grandmother sat silently. And I screamed that I did not want to die yet. She flew up to dad from the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into the room until I wash myself with holy water.”

I still get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mother's story. Maybe grandma got bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery?.. Oh, if it weren't for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to her every week!

“Don’t go walking around the cemetery at night!”

Oh, and it was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university .... The guy called me and asked if I would like to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I want to! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if you are tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: “Let’s go to the cemetery and stagger ?!”. I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.

Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. I didn't care, to be honest, what I would wear. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We have gathered. They left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. We were there in fifteen minutes. I hesitated for a long time, did not get out of the car. My love helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the cabin.

Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold "went" from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very insistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my "second half" did not believe in intuition and in its existence.

We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I got really scared, I offered to return. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from a famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The lump in my throat prevented me from doing so. I pulled my hand out of his. But I saw that everything with his body was in order, that he had become the same. But I couldn't imagine it! I clearly saw that the body of the beloved was covered with "transparency".

I can't say exactly how much time passed, but we went home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and series of the "creepy" genre!

I got so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. Summer, can you imagine? I don't represent myself... We drove off. And when the cemetery is over.... I saw again how for a moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he again became normal and familiar. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would go the other way. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, maybe! But I did not persuade him to go the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding somehow. I chalked it up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. On last turn a truck ran into us.

I woke up in the hospital. I don't know how long I lay there. The worst thing is that Mishenka died! And my intuition warned me! She gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn as Misha?!

He was buried in that Sami cemetery…. I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.

Since then, I haven't dated anyone. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.

Continuation of scary stories

"Scary secrets of a small house"

300 miles from home... It was there that the inheritance in the form of a small house stood and waited for me. I've been meaning to look at it for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. Opened the door. The castle jammed as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I still got through the lock. Went in to the sound of a creak. It was creepy, but I got over it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone - alone.

I did not like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It's good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in order.

After ten minutes of my stay in the house, I heard some kind of noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window - saw the curtains shaking. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I again saw how the curtains “flickered”. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table, I found a yellowed note. In it was written this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! I sold this house and never came close to it again. I do not want to remember all this horror.

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 three years an extra year. After ten years of joint and quite normal family life they parted ways with their husband. 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.

Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable ... this property of it is reflected in the scary stories and stories that we will tell you today.

It's really scary" creepy stories" from real life

"Was it or not?" - scary story from real life

I would never have believed in such a terrible story if I myself had not encountered this “similar” ....

I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in her sleep. So loud that we comforted her with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell a dream - my mother said that she was not ready.

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. Mom didn't "resist" this time.

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the couch. Dad slept next to me. He suddenly woke up and said that he was very cold. I went to your room to ask you to close the window (you have a habit of keeping it open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And I felt like I was healing. It was only then that I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the sofa, next to your dad, sat your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young to me. I always dreamed that she dreamed of me. But at that moment I was not happy with our meeting. Grandmother sat silently. And I screamed that I did not want to die yet. She flew up to dad from the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into the room until I wash myself with holy water.”

I still get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mother's story. Maybe grandma is bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery. Ah, if not for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to her every week!

Horror story: “Do not walk around the cemetery at night!”

Oh, and it was a long time ago! This terrible story happened to me in my youth. I have just - just entered the university .... The guy called me and asked if I would like to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I want to! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if you are tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: “Let’s go to the cemetery and stagger ?!”. I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.

Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. I didn't care, to be honest, what I would wear. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We have gathered. They left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. We were there in fifteen minutes. I hesitated for a long time, did not get out of the car. My love helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the cabin.

Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold "went" from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very insistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my "second half" did not believe in intuition and in its existence.

We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I got really scared, I offered to return. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from a famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The lump in my throat prevented me from doing so. I pulled my hand out of his. But I saw that everything with his body was in order, that he had become the same. But I couldn't imagine it! I clearly saw that the body of the beloved was covered with "transparency".

I can't say exactly how much time passed, but we went home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and series of the "creepy" genre!

I got so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. Summer, can you imagine? I don't represent myself... We drove off. And when the cemetery is over.... I saw again how for a moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he again became normal and familiar. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would go the other way. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, maybe! But I did not persuade him to go the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding somehow. I chalked it up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck ran into us.

I woke up in the hospital. I don't know how long I lay there. The worst thing is that Mishenka died! And my intuition warned me! She gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn as Misha?!

He was buried in that Sami cemetery…. I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.

Since then, I haven't dated anyone. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.

"Scary secrets of a small house"

This is a scary story about my house… My second home. Three hundred kilometers from the city house .... It was there that the inheritance in the form of a small house stood and waited for me. I've been meaning to look at it for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. Opened the door. The castle jammed as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I still got through the lock. Went in to the sound of a creak. It was creepy, but I got over it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone - alone.

I did not like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It's good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in order.

After ten minutes of my stay in the house, I heard some kind of noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window - saw the curtains shaking. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I again saw how the curtains “flickered”. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table, I found a yellowed note. In it was written this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! I sold this house and never came close to it again. I do not want to remember all this horror.

We present to your attention photos that, at first glance, may seem quite ordinary and harmless. But what made them famous was the fact that terrible events lurk behind each of them. It is unlikely that any of us thinks that this or that picture can be the last in our life or anticipate a tragedy. For example, not so long ago, newlyweds on vacation were photographed a second before the misfortune. And if death itself cannot be captured, then in each of the photographs below it is definitely invisibly present.

Survivors. In this photo, at first glance, there is nothing unusual. Until you notice a gnawed human spine in the lower right corner.

The heroes of the picture are the players of the Uruguayan rugby team "Old Cristians" from Montevideo, who survived the plane crash on October 13, 1972: the plane crashed in the Andes. Of the 40 passengers and 5 crew members, 12 died in the crash or shortly thereafter; then 5 more died the next morning..

The search operations were stopped on the eighth day, and the survivors had to fight for their lives for more than two months. Since food supplies quickly ran out, they had to eat the frozen corpses of friends.

Without waiting for help, some of the victims made a dangerous and long transition through the mountains, which turned out to be successful. 16 men were rescued.

In 2012 the star of Mexican music Jenny Rivera died in a plane crash. Selfie on the plane was taken a few minutes before the tragedy.

No one survived as a result of the plane crash.

Thunderstorm Games. In August 1975, a girl from the United States, Mary McQuilken, photographed her two brothers, Michael and Sean, during severe weather, with whom she spent time on top of one of the cliffs in California national park sequoias.

A second after the picture was taken, all three were struck by lightning. Only 18-year-old Michael survived. In this photo - the sister of young men Mary.

It is worth noting that the atmospheric discharge was so powerful and close that young people's hair literally stood on end. Survivor Michael works as a computer engineer and still receives emails with questions about what happened that day.

Regina Walters. Photographed a 14-year-old girl Serial killer by the name of Robert Ben Rhodes, a few seconds before he was killed ... The maniac took Regina to an abandoned barn, cut her hair and forced her to wear a black dress and shoes.

Rhodes toured the United States on a huge trailer, which he equipped as a torture chamber. At least three people a month became its victims.

Walters was one of those who fell into the trap of a maniac. Her body was found in a barn that was supposed to be burned down.

"Pli!". In April 1999, high school students from American school Columbine posed for a group photo. Behind the general gaiety, the two guys, pretending to point a rifle and a pistol at the camera, hardly drew attention to themselves.

But in vain. A few days later, these guys, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, showed up at Columbine with weapons and improvised explosives: their victims were 13 fellow students, 23 people were injured.

The crime was carefully planned, which led to such a number of victims.

The culprits were not detained, because in the end they shot themselves. Later it became known that teenagers were outsiders at school for many years, and what happened was a cruel act of revenge.

Girl with black eyes. You might think that we have a frame from a horror movie, but, unfortunately, this real photo. In November 1985, the Ruiz volcano erupted in Colombia, as a result of which the province of Armero was covered with mudflows.

13-year-old Omaira Sanchez was the victim of a tragedy: her body was stuck in the rubble of a building, as a result, the girl stood up to her neck in mud for three days. Her face was swollen, her hands were practically white, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Rescuers tried to rescue the girl different ways but in vain.

Three days later, Omaira fell into agony, stopped responding to people, and eventually passed away.

Family photo. It would seem that in the photo Victorian era, which depicts a father and mother with a daughter, there is nothing strange. The only feature: the girl turned out to be very clear in the picture, and her parents are blurry. Guess why? Before us is one of the most popular in those days posthumous photographs, and the girl imprinted on it died shortly before from typhus.

The corpse remained motionless in front of the lens, and therefore it appeared clearly: photographs in those days were taken with a long exposure, which made it necessary to pose for a very, very long time. Perhaps that is why photos of “post-mortem” (i.e. “after death”) have become incredibly fashionable. Oddly enough, the heroine of this picture is also already dead.

The woman in this photo died in childbirth. In photo salons, they even installed special devices for fixing corpses, and the eyes of the dead were opened and buried in them. special remedy so that the mucous membrane does not dry out and the eyes do not become cloudy.

fatal dive. It would seem that there is nothing strange in this photo of divers. However, why does one of them lie at the very bottom?

Divers accidentally discovered the body of 26-year-old Tina Watson, who died on October 22, 2003 during her honeymoon. A girl with her husband named Gabe went on a honeymoon to Australia, where they decided to go diving.

Under water, the beloved turned off the young wife's oxygen cylinder and held it at the bottom until she suffocated. Later, the criminal who received life imprisonment, said that his goal was to obtain insurance.

sad father. At a cursory glance, there is nothing unusual in this picture with a pensive African, but if you look closely, you can see that a severed child's foot and hand lie in front of the man.

Pictured is a Congolese rubber plantation worker who failed to meet his quota. As a punishment, the overseers ate his five-year-old daughter, giving the remains for edification ... This was practiced quite often, as can be seen from other pictures.

At the same time, white officers and overseers, as evidence that they had destroyed the local cannibal, presented his right hand. The desire to rise in the service led to the fact that the hands were chopped off from everyone, including children, and those who pretended to be dead at the same time could stay alive ...

Assassin with a sword. It would seem like a picture from Halloween, right? 21-year-old Swede, Anton Lundin Peterson, came in this form to one of the schools in Trollhätten on October 22, 2015. Two schoolchildren decided that what was happening was a joke and happily took pictures with a stranger in a strange outfit.

After that, Peterson slaughtered these youths and went after the next victims. He ended up killing one teacher and four children. The police opened fire on him and he died from his wounds in the hospital.

dying tourist. Americans Sailor Gilliams and Brenden Vega set off on a hike in the vicinity of Santa Barbara, but due to inexperience they got lost. There was no connection, and due to the heat and lack of water, the girl was left completely exhausted. Brendan went to get help, but crashed after falling off a cliff.

And these photos were taken by a group of experienced tourists who, returning home with horror, noticed a red-haired girl lying unconscious on the ground. Rescuers went by helicopter to the scene of the tragedy, Sailor survived.

kidnapping two year old James Bulger. It would seem that it is strange that an older boy leads the younger by the hand? But behind this picture lies a terrible tragedy ...

John Venables and Robert Thompson were taken away from shopping center two-year-old James Bulger, brutally beaten, covered in face paint, and left to die on railroad tracks.

The 10-year-old killers were found thanks to video footage from a surveillance camera. The criminals received the maximum term for their age - 10 years, which greatly outraged the public and the mother of the victim. Moreover, in 2001 they were released and received documents for new names.

In 2010, it was revealed that John Venables was returned to prison for an unmentioned parole violation.