Meeting with evil spirits. Meeting with evil spirits Eyewitness accounts of encounters with evil spirits

Than looking for nightmares on ancient Elm Street.

In the central part of the main region of Romania known as Transylvania, you will find Bran Castle, internationally known as Dracula's Castle. It is believed that the prototype of the seductive bloodsucker, the main character of Bram Stoker's novel, was actually existing person, Prince Vlad III the Impaler, who lived in this castle from 1456 to 1462.

Now there is a museum in this terrible place. When you enter this Gothic castle, climb the spiral staircases or walk along the narrow underground corridors alone, you will inevitably experience a nagging feeling of fear. If that doesn't excite you, take a dungeon tour called "Trails of the Witches." Here, professional actors will act out scenes of brutal torture, hanging, beheading, burning alive and all the other tortures that Prince Vlad III subjected his enemies to.
“Such entertainment is becoming popular. Bran Castle, which has a market value of $140 million, attracts more than half a million visitors a year and generates revenue of nearly $60 million a year from hosting guests, transporting them to the castle and selling souvenirs, says Simon Alb, director of the Romanian tourism department in North America.

What if you're not ready to fly to Eastern Europe? Dracula's Castle isn't the only creepy place known for its dark past.
"Ghost chasing and possession are becoming increasingly popular," said Jeff Belanger, author of The Encyclopedia of Haunted Places. “However, there are places where ghosts are part of the marketing plan.”

This is exactly what we have in Sleepy Hollow. Every October, guests gather here to watch an actor portray the Headless Horseman, the hero of Washington Irving's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." This event takes place during the Hudson Valley Legends weekend, held at the Philipsburg estate, where 25 acres of land come to life. witches, goblins, pirates and spirits (these roles are performed by professional actors). This year the event will take place from October 26 to 28.
In the neighboring cities of Irvington and Tarrytown, locals will also be happy to scare you: there are also haunted houses and scary tales for the night.

Last year, more than 47,000 people attended Halloween celebrations in the Hudson Valley. This year the organizers hope to attract more than 70,000 people, they have already managed to sell 61,000 tickets, which is 77% more than last year.

Some tourists to the Parisian catacombs, the underground chambers where bodies dug up from the city's crowded cemeteries were stored, are more interested in stories of seeing ghosts or hearing otherworldly voices than in contemplating a pile of bones piled up against a grave wall. .

On the other side of La Machine, tourists are primarily attracted to the Tower of London, where they expect to meet the ghost of Anne Boleyn, the wife of King Henry VIII. It is said that her ghost still wanders the Tower, cradling her severed head, searching for her unfaithful husband, who decided to execute his own wife only to marry another woman.

“In both places you will get to know the history and learn all the supernatural secrets of the cities. It won't be just a trip to the Louvre, as many others do. It will be something scarier that will give you goosebumps,” smiles Jeff Belanger.

Background

The Abyssinians have a saying: “When a woman sleeps alone, the devil thinks about her.” What exactly he thinks, the proverb is silent about. Although you don’t need to be a genius to guess... It’s much more interesting that the devil sometimes not only thinks, but also acts. And quite successfully. According to the testimony of the French researcher J. Delassus, in Paris alone at the end of the last century there were several women's clubs in which the only activity of thrill-seekers was summoning demon lovers.

But this phenomenon began much earlier. At the beginning of the second millennium of the current era, an “epidemic” of witchcraft, unprecedented in history, began in Western Europe. It was so powerful that in 1229 Pope Gregory IX was forced to introduce inquisitorial courts. It was then that sexual relations with evil spirits were studied and classified.

A witch (or witcher) was considered a person who consciously entered into a transaction and practical relationship with evil spirits. Sometimes such relationships included carnal relations.

Medieval church demonologists even developed a special terminology: demons who appeared to women in the guise of a man were called incubi, and demonesses who visited men were called succubi. Intimate intimacy with these creatures among witches, according to the famous Dominican inquisitors J. Sprenger and G. Institoris, occurred as follows:

“For a witch, the incubus demon always acts visibly, since, due to the agreement concluded between them, he does not need to approach her invisible. As for those around them, many often saw how witches lay on their backs, bare below the navel, and, giving their legs a position corresponding to lewdness, moved their hips and legs, while the incubus demons acted invisible to others, although at the end of the act from the witch completely black steam rose into the air, but this happened very rarely..."

At the instigation of witches or of their own free will, prodigal demons can attack ordinary people who have never practiced witchcraft. Sometimes, for this purpose, they first possess someone, and then force the possessed person to commit violence.

But much more often, incubi and succubi act without intermediaries. One of the signs of an incubus attack is immersion in sound sleep all possible witnesses nearby. In addition, rapist incubi almost never show their appearance. And they act wisely, because they look pretty disgusting. It happens that after night vigils with such a “visitor”, reddish marks remain on a woman’s body, like after a slight burn, resembling the prints of hands, cat or dog paws and, occasionally, letters and numbers.

The nature of incubi and succubi

Who are they, the rulers of transcendental love? The most common explanation is given, as always, by the ubiquitous psychiatrists: this is, they say, a special form of self-hypnosis, when a person cannot realize the moment of transition of consciousness into a trance state. It is curious that the same psychiatrists, when their patients try to explain their “excessive” sensations with hypnosis, make a diagnosis: Kandinsky-Clerambault syndrome, or, more simply, delusion.

Church professors believe that these are demons - messengers of the devil. It is in this exquisite way that they destroy human souls, that is, they lead them to eternal destruction. But who is the devil? Evil spirit - answers the church. What is spirit? In no religion is there a qualitative definition for it - a definition of its essence, and not a description of its properties.

The most probable hypothesis still seems to be the existence of a special, intangible world. There is no space and time - in our understanding of these categories. But it is possible that that world intersects at some level with our world, and this makes it possible for “otherworldly” inhabitants to explore our lives and ourselves.

Of course, the actions of incubi and succubi and evil spirits in general can hardly be called research, since they are disgusting and cause a feeling of disgust. But let's look at ourselves: who can guarantee that mice and rabbits experience joy when we vivisect them?

Is it possible to give birth to an incubus?

As for pregnancy, after intercourse with an incubus it is most often false. However, the real one is quite likely. In fact, if a poltergeist can transport various objects, substances, including liquids, why not assume that an incubus is in the same way capable of transporting male seed expelled, say, during a wet dream? And if medicine has been practicing artificial conception for many years, isn’t it within the capabilities of a creature whose capabilities are many orders of magnitude greater than any doctor’s? The answers seem to be contained in the questions themselves.

In the old days, all those who had some kind of atavism were considered children born from incubi. We have even received fantastic reports about half-animal babies with the head of a wolf or, say, the legs of a goat. It was also believed that the offspring of demons could have a normal human appearance. But all the same, at least something definitely distinguishes them from ordinary children: either too much weight, or an incredible appetite, which, however, does not lead to obesity.

Modern evidence of encounters with incubi and succubi

The same thing happens today. As, for example, with I.R. from Vyatka.

“It all started in 1986,” she said in her letter. - I sleep with my husband. Or rather, he is sleeping, and I hear some noise from the side. Then a man’s voice begins to talk to me, someone strokes me, as if with his hands, kisses me and generally has a connection with me, like a man with a woman. Moreover, something strange is happening to me: my arms and legs don’t obey me, as if I were completely petrified. And only my mind goes on strike against this violence.

This happened to me many times afterwards. Sometimes I managed to drive him away, sometimes he took possession of me. Then I physically felt his strong, elastic body. He seemed handsome to me, and one day I mentally asked him: “Show me your face.” And what did I see! Such a freak - covered in thorns, his face is fiery, his eyes are burning. After this time, spots that looked like splayed fingers began to appear on my body frequently in the morning, but they quickly disappeared. And when I was pregnant, I told him not to pester me anymore. And he growls: “Don’t get your hopes up, the child was conceived not from my husband, but from me.” I’m afraid to tell my husband about this, but I don’t know what to do...”

Fortunately, the fears of I.R. turned out to be in vain. A few months later, she again sent a letter in which she said that the child was born absolutely normal, without any abnormalities. Now he is already in his ninth year, he looks very much like his father (I.R.’s husband). Like all boys, he is mischievous, but he studies well. The night visitor sometimes still visits I.R., but since then it’s as if his mouth has taken on water.

Well, it couldn’t have been any other way: the injured party had nothing to do with the witches and did not enter into an agreement with the unclean spirit. In such cases, the incubus cannot exercise undivided power over its offspring, and spend on this precious for spiritual beings " vital energy“It’s simply not profitable for him.

But as soon as a woman allows even a slight compromise, everything can turn out differently, as it happened with N.B. from Ufa:

“I’m twenty-three years old... I’ve never been involved in spiritualism, but then on Christmas my sister persuaded me. Among others, we summoned the spirit of my loved one, who committed suicide some time ago... I became interested, and then I repeatedly communicated with him on my own, when no one was at home, using a magic pendulum and alphabet.

At the end of February, after another communication session, the spirit did not leave, as usual, but remained with me. Something clicked in my head, then a “voice” appeared and began to talk to me. The voice was alien, not the same as my beloved.

Now I understand that some kind of demon was attached to me, but then for some reason I didn’t realize it. The demon began to force me to cohabitate. When I lay in bed and closed my eyes, he persuaded me, “drew” pleasant erotic pictures, and sometimes scared me with scary faces. And I gave in to his temptation...

One day I realized that I was pregnant. Don’t think I’m crazy, but for the last year and a half before this, I hadn’t had intimacy with men... That’s when it dawned on me what kind of mess I’d gotten myself into.

The demon began to take care of me in everything, and I increasingly thought about abortion. But I didn't want to be a child killer. And then I prayed to God: if this fruit was sent to me by evil spirits, let me have a miscarriage.

Amazingly, after an hour I had the first discharge, and by the end of the next day everything happened as I asked...”

Spiritualism, like any other method of summoning spirits, is precisely a witchcraft procedure. In addition, this woman, without realizing it, entered into a deal with one of the demons: she gave herself to him in exchange for satisfying her own curiosity or even receiving pleasure. Although, judging by numerous descriptions, the pleasures from such sex are very doubtful: instead of them, very often women experience pain, since the incubus’s genital organ seems very hard (“like steel”), sharp (“like a knife”) and cold (“like ice”) "), and sometimes “horns” also grow on it.

As already mentioned, love demons did not bypass the stronger half of humanity. True, all demonologists are unanimously convinced that there are ten times fewer succubi than incubi. Perhaps this is true; cases of succubat are indeed less common. It happened before that a succubus had the appearance beautiful woman. Lately, the invisible people have been acting more and more. Here is an excerpt from a letter from a Moscow artist:

“I experience all the actions of this force at night. I go to bed exactly at 23 o'clock. But then, after five to ten minutes, I begin to feel a slight but frequent vibration, shaking of my bed. Then, barely perceptibly, something rolls under the blanket and, like elastic air, envelops my body. The blanket begins to float above me... This is a “friend”, “bride”, and possibly “wife” (I live alone), mysterious, more refined in her feelings and desires, every day, without delay, at 23:10 minutes comes to see me on a date. She immediately, as if bored by the day’s separation, begins to caress me with light, airy touches. The feeling of fear has long been gone - I’ve been treated kindly, I’ve gotten used to these “tendernesses”, but it’s still disgusting, unpleasant. But the most unpleasant thing for me is that after all the gentle touches I begin to feel the impact on the sexual center... I never allow myself to be brought to climax - I sharply throw up the blanket and say seven times: “Don’t touch!” Everything stops, but after about an hour it starts again. And so three or four times a night you have to take up your shield and sword..."

Here are several modern cases told by ufologist from the city of Volzhsky G. Belimov:

“After the publication of my book “In touch - other worlds,” which described in detail the unusual contacts, including sexual ones, that took place with Tatyana Anatolyevna V., a resident of the city of Volzhsky contacted me and asked to meet with her daughter, where a similar story is happening. At that time, my daughter was 34 years old, she had four unsuccessful marriages, she had a 13-year-old son, but in general her personal life was not going well. The mother believes it is because of the creature who will not leave her daughter as a sexual partner. Since then, for several years, I have been keeping abreast of events with Rimma - let's call this young woman that way.

It turned out that Rimma first felt an outside presence at the age of 17, shortly after she began dating men. She was and to this day remains quite an interesting and sociable woman, and knows how to please men.

But first, it should be noted that from childhood, Rimma possessed some special qualities: she often and with pleasure flew in her dreams. Moreover, the flight dreams were varied, sometimes in completely unfamiliar places, as if on another planet, and most often over water spaces. Often flights were provoked by chases that preceded them - she would escape from some terrible creatures, and then fly. The nightmares recurred quite often. But she liked the flights themselves so much that she “wanted to cry with happiness.”

Another feature was that sometimes in these dreams she ended up in... well, let's say, in the afterlife. I mainly saw my deceased grandmother and some other relatives, but not only. As soon as someone died somewhere, that dead person could appear in her dreams. So Viktor Tsoi, Talkov, Vysotsky, her friend’s deceased fiancé and other people, sometimes previously unknown to her, came to her. Rimma communicates often with her deceased grandmother. She talks to her, shows her her house, a two-story cottage, beautiful trees near. One day I flew past and saw my grandmother dancing in her garden and singing songs. That is, “there” she is completely happy.

Rimma talks about sexual contacts with an alien being:

When Someone comes, a chill runs down her spine and she gets goosebumps. She feels footsteps, the bed squanders as he lies down next to her. No matter how she lies, Someone climbs up from behind, she doesn’t see him. At these moments she is overcome by numbness; she cannot, for example, turn over from her stomach or look at him. She says that only once she managed to overcome her fear and looked back when he was leaving the bed. I saw a whitish substance similar to a human silhouette. Everything is indistinct, but the eyes seem to be very beautiful, large and expressive.

“One day I saw his hand when he put it in front of me,” she recalled. – Regular male hand, thin hair is clearly visible, the hand is cool. I tried to turn around, but he pressed on my shoulder, preventing me from looking. And he removed his hand.”

Sexual intercourse always occurs only in the position from the back. Feels the weight of a normal large man. Rimma actively objects to the assumption that she is dreaming all this, and that there is actually no physical presence, because all the accompanying sounds - the creaking of the bed, breathing, noise - all this persists. But such meetings did not take place with their husbands. Usually the creature came when her husband left for work early in the morning, and she had to get up later. Sexual intercourse always ended with orgasm, and Rimma noticed that she regulates the onset of orgasm herself and achieves it when she wants: either soon, or over time. It's as if the creature guesses or knows her physiology.

Rimma firmly states that she receives pleasure from alien beings much sharper and better than from earthly men. Although she does not refuse earthly ones and regrets that her marriages or courtships fall apart.

He believes that his first marriage did not break up due to a connection with another being. And the following - yes, perhaps that’s why: I felt discomfort, dissatisfaction when I involuntarily compared partners. True, men, in a strange way, did not stay near her.

For example, over the years, several meetings were interrupted due to some force majeure circumstances occurring with her partners. Either someone’s job and earnings went to hell, then someone’s apartment was robbed, then he suffered some serious illness, then he was arrested and had to sort things out with the police. Someone was drinking...

The stories did not repeat themselves, but they no longer seemed random. She and her mother visited healers and witches, they identified Rimma’s “crown of celibacy”, assured that they would remove it or have removed it, but despite the costs, Rimma still remains alone.

It is also curious that dogs, which she loves madly, do not live in Rimma’s family for a long time. They all died under different circumstances. And then everyone comes to her in dreams. Therefore, she believes that dogs also have souls. And her beloved puppy not only dreams, but sometimes comes to her at night and lies at her feet as he did during life. She feels the dog’s heaviness, his breathing...

All of a sudden, her first dog's bones began to deteriorate. He was crumbling all over and couldn’t get up. The second dog was handsome, but with a defect, he could not perform at exhibitions. He disappeared somewhere, but judging by the fact that he appears in dreams, he apparently died. The third dog was hit by a car as an adult. Rimma does not rule out that the dogs are eliminated by a creature from another world. Why? “He sees that I’m shaking over the dog, I love him - that means he needs to be removed.” Now she doesn’t get dogs out of pity for animals.

After conversations with me and at my request, Rimma tried to enter into a verbal conversation with the creature, although, as a rule, she did not succeed. When he came one day in the morning, she woke up as if with a jolt. Mentally asked “Why are you coming?” She repeated it twice. I heard him approach the bed, take a bottle of juice from the floor, and finish it. Then he left. She heard the knock of the bottle, in the morning she saw that it was empty, through her eyelids she saw a dark silhouette in the twilight of the room. He didn't seem to like her curiosity.

He came to her again only a few days later, even lay down on the bed, but did not engage in sexual contact. One day she heard his quiet, hissing words, as if through force: “I am protecting you. It won't last long." What it protects from, and how to understand “for a short time”, if all this has been going on for 19 years, cannot be answered. Communicates in Russian. Sometimes during intercourse he hisses and whispers in her ear: “Rimma, Rimmulya...” If he happens to kiss her ear, then it seems to freeze, temporarily loses sensitivity, although his body itself is not cold and does not cause any discomfort.

She answered my questions about some of the features of these contacts frankly, as far as the situation allowed us to talk “eye to eye.”

For example, she doesn’t have to undress, because since childhood she sleeps in only a nightgown, and in the summer she’s completely naked. Usually sleeps on his stomach. She is not afraid of getting pregnant, since she uses an IUD, but if she were to become pregnant, she would like to see who she would give birth to from this creature, because it is “interesting.” The partner does not feel the seminal fluid, although there may still be some slight discharge. She confidently speaks about the materiality of the hand, which she herself saw, but she doesn’t know whether it will all materialize. Can't turn around when he leaves. She is immediately taken over by sleep. However, it loses energy, and a lot. After the night she gets up weak and sleep deprived. The problem critical days“The creature understands, and these days does not come. The frequency of contacts fluctuates. It happens once a month, and sometimes several times a week. Once, after her devout brother had stayed with her for a month, he did not come for two or three months, but then he appeared, and everything continues to this day.

Interestingly, moving from the north, where their family previously lived, did not affect their relationship. They did not interrupt, the creature did not disappear anywhere, as if accompanies her wherever she went. But the initiative - to come or not to come - comes only from him. Her desires, including sexual ones, are hardly taken into account.

Rimma was advised to contact me by her mother, Galina Alekseevna. In addition to her daughter’s celibacy, she is also concerned about her daughter’s health. Rimma got gastritis from a young age, which developed into an ulcer. There is a fear that a cancerous tumor may form or further deterioration of health. I suggested that Rimma meet and undergo treatment with Volgograd healers who practice treatment according to the method of MAI academician V.M. Privalova (rehabilitation of post-contact situations). However, Rimma refused for two reasons: she is not baptized and does not believe in God, and she did not want to be baptized for treatment. The second reason: she does not want to break off the connection with a foreign being, because she is used to it and she likes sexual relations with him. They, according to her, are better and brighter than with men. There seems to be no exacerbation of the ulcer now, but a severe allergy has emerged from new sores. Possible reason– loss of energy, but in principle for our city of “Big Chemistry” allergic diseases are not surprising.

I still remain aware of this situation, but extract more information, say, talking to that creature with the help of a woman does not work. Rimma still cannot overcome her numbness and inhibition in her relationship with him. Where the creature comes from - from another, parallel world or, say, from the other world - remains unclear. However, in connection with her “astral travel,” it can be assumed that her partner is a being from the astral world, which we, researchers, know very, very roughly.

From the archive of Valentin Golts, an expert of the Anomaly newspaper, I learned about a similar one-time incident with a certain Galina Andreevna (according to the original recording - Galina Andreevna Borzova - M.G.) from St. Petersburg. A similar story happened to her in March 1982.

She says that she was visiting a friend and went to bed at two in the morning. Woke up from strange sound, as if something metal had been passed across the glass. “Suddenly I felt,” I quote, “that, starting from my feet, something heavy began to fall on me, pressing down. On the wall, against the background of the carpet, I saw a loose shadow appear, and on my back lay a figure with a large head and a wide back. And suddenly the act began. My fear suddenly passed, since you are doing this, then be kind... The feeling was wonderful. Much better than with an earthly creature. Then there was a feeling that I was wrapped in warmth, bliss and affection. Then the shadow and heaviness began to evaporate, as it were, from the sides to the middle of the back. The stiffness of the neck, head, and arms disappeared. No fear, no constraint. I sat up on the bed, stunned, wondering whether I was dreaming or not. But the feeling was very real, still not a dream. The friend next to me was sleeping deeply and didn’t even move. I've never had erotic dreams before. Then I told my mom. She said that this happened to her twice in her youth.” (“Anomaly” No. 20, 1997)

We see that, without saying a word, both women talk about approximately the same sensations when contacting unknown creatures. According to other testimonies of victims, an identical picture emerges. If we recall ancient legends, prayers for protection from sexual aggression of certain spirits, descriptions of succubi and incubi, we can conclude that representatives of some other world often undertook and continue to carry out sexual contacts with earthlings. These creatures are humanoid and most likely have functionally similar methods of reproduction and sexual relations. Without being able to describe these creatures, I at least state their presence, which means I also state evidence of the presence of other worlds and other intelligent life.

Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol in his amazing “Evenings” publicly declared that witchcraft is blooming in full bloom in Ukraine; that there are devils, goblin, witches, sorcerers and many other evil spirits that prevent honest baptized people from living in peace. There, naturally, there are a lot of all sorts of beliefs and “instructions” on how to deal with and fight this evil spirits.
An inquisitive child's mind cannot stay away from the noble cause of fighting evil spirits in the countryside.

One of the beliefs says that if you scratch your heels at a witch’s house at exactly midnight, she will definitely go out into the yard, since at midnight (with the first roosters) all the evil spirits gather for the Sabbath.
Here we are, 9-10 year old pioneers and ardent fighters against all evil spirits, decided to bring “to clean water"one old woman. In the village they suspected that she was a witch and milked her master's cows at night. Evidence was needed.
At that time, there was no radio or electricity in the village, but only a large radio speaker (bell) hung on a pole near the office of the collective farm named after Stalin and it could be heard at night almost throughout the entire village.
The suspect lived on a hillock not far from the office near the central road.
We, two brothers and a sister, two of us, my brother and two of our most faithful friends, sat on the road (to make it easier to escape). Seven faithful atheist Leninists, fighters against the machinations of representatives of the forces of Satan, were waiting in the wings near the grandmother’s house.

The audibility was excellent, grandma's front door was clearly visible, since the night was very moonlit. And now the moment of truth has come.
All our attention was focused on the door, the atmosphere of anticipation was electric, like in a thunderstorm, and at any second a flash was ready to sparkle, and we were ready to flash our brushed heels.
When the radio clock began to chime the seconds, the intensity of the heel scratching tripled. And then: boom! boom! boom! Everyone held their breath: well, now, now, now... and, suddenly, so loudly:

You, evil spirits, your mother! And some kind of slap.

All! Was the first thought.
- An old lady walked around us from the rear, we missed her!

Like a flock of sparrows, they flew up and across the stream (past the bridge) and instantly found themselves on the opposite hillock. Having caught their breath, they began to come to their senses, and there, near the grandmother’s house, it continued loudly and indignantly: Mother! Mother! Mother!... and something else from the Gospel of Matthew...

So this is our dad swearing! - said the only girl among us.
- This is his voice. Let's go home quickly, otherwise if he comes before us, he'll add more. We all found her words convincing.

What happened?
Not far from my grandmother’s house there was a round grocery kiosk (gandelik), which, in those days, also sold alcohol. Shrubs were planted around the kiosk (on the back side), and then the entire space was overgrown with tall weeds and turned into a men’s club “for the same interests.”

Of course, everyone had the same interest: in the evening, after a hard day, the village workers spread out what they could right on the grass, laid out what they had from whomever, bought it from a stall (already based on their interests) and relieved the stress that had accumulated during the day. As usual, they discussed the international situation and domestic politics, and also recalled incidents from their lives.

Our shepherd Uncle Yegor, who carried the fox on his shoulder for 2 hours, that evening became too carried away by “memories” and fell asleep on the grass. It was summer, it was not hot, there were no mosquitoes, and no one disturbed him, since almost all the “club members” found themselves in the same position.

To the sounds of the National Anthem, he woke up and, still clearly in a “suspended” state, went out onto the road, went home and ran into us sitting in his way. This is how, by pure chance, a carefully prepared operation to expose the “servant of the devil” - the witch - was disrupted.

The granny’s “guilt” remained unproven. Naturally, we no longer took this path in the fight against the witches, since, having stumbled upon us, the shepherd accidentally hit his eldest son with a stick and hit him very sensitively.
But the fight against the “evil spirits” did not end there.

The village where my parents lived all their lives was once a mining village, but more than twenty years ago all the mines were closed and flooded. Since his youth, my dad mined coal. The story he told me took place back in the happy communist times, when dad worked at one of the four mines and believed in the happy future of the country.

On the day when the strange incident that I want to tell you about happened, my father had to go to work on the third shift, at twelve o’clock at night. It was mid-October and a three-kilometer walk in the fresh air and under starry sky For young man I was even happy. Dad packed himself a small snack and went to work. He had to walk alone, at such a time there were few people walking on the street, and cars were very rare for the village then.

Part of his path ran through a rather interesting place: on the right, first there was a fence and ground buildings of one of the mines, behind them was a huge iron warehouse-hangar, and on the left was a helipad and a descent into a swampy lowland with long rustling stems of reeds and reeds. The path went right along this lowland. Because of the autumn rains, the clay soil became even more swampy, and the water came right up to the path. The night was not very dark, and there was enough light from the moon to get through without tripping.

Dad went down to the lowland and began to carefully move forward, although father was wearing rubber boots, and he wouldn’t get his feet wet; he could easily slip and fall in the mud. It was quite quiet, almost windless, and the tall stems of swamp vegetation rustled slightly on the left, and the measured hum of the mine units could be heard on the right.

Walking slowly and carefully, the father, out of the corner of his eye, noticed some movement to the right, about seven meters away. He stopped and took a closer look: in the very depths of the slurping clay slurry, someone was standing. Details could not be discerned due to the stalks of grass and darkness, only a black silhouette was visible, motionless standing man. A little surprised, dad shouted to him, offering his help, but the dark silhouette didn’t even move and, accordingly, didn’t shout anything in response. Dad watched him for a few more seconds and then moved on. He looked carefully at the path, but still noticed again that someone in the swamp was moving in the same direction as him, even slightly approaching. The father stood up again - the black silhouette froze. At this point it became clear that he was really getting closer. Dad looked at the black something absolutely motionless at that moment, and little by little he became horrified - there was a wasteland all around, no souls, he had to walk another hundred meters to the nearest private house, and it was not a fact that he would shout to anyone there either.

No longer looking at his feet, the father hurried forward with a very fast step. Risking falling, he constantly glanced to the right, at something inevitably approaching. As dad said, the creepiest thing was that the movement of the silhouette was not accompanied by any sounds: dry stems should have rustled and broken, and there was nothing to say about the clinking of wet clay and the splash of water, but everything that happened was accompanied only by the noisy breathing of dad himself and the sound his own steps. According to the father, this “something” had neither arms nor legs visible while moving - just an incredibly moving black mass.

Finally, the path ended, dad quickly jumped over the ravine with stagnant water and turned around to look at his pursuer and catch his breath. It became a little darker, but you could still clearly see a figure standing among the grass. It was impossible to distinguish facial features, hairstyle or clothing, but the father continued to convince himself that this was an ordinary person, although he did not believe it at all.

For the young communist that he was, brought up in atheism and complete denial of everything supernatural, what was happening seemed completely absurd, but dad did another action that was absurd for him - he crossed himself and crossed the black silhouette. As soon as he withdrew his hand, there was no one in the swamp, as if nothing had happened. Somewhere in the courtyards a dog barked, the most frost-resistant cricket crackled underfoot, and in the swamp the wind gently picked through the dried grass, in general, an ordinary rural night continued. For a few more minutes, the father looked at the swamp in confusion, but, remembering that no one had canceled the work shift, he continued on his way to the mine.

Naturally, he didn’t tell anyone about this incident at work, and at home he didn’t talk much about it, and he only told me about what happened recently.

I walked along that route more than once, but, thank God, not at night, to be honest, this place is really unpleasant, and after a methane explosion in an abandoned mine killed a teenager and his friends were badly burned, this place became doubly unpleasant for me.

MEETING WITH Evil Power When I was seventeen years old, during the summer holidays I had the opportunity to go to visit my cousin for a month and a half. It was 1998, I had just finished my first year at university. A cousin lived in a Siberian city. And so I managed to escape for a whole month and a half, and my parents easily let me go. So much time of freedom at this age is just happiness. There is no need to constantly see reproaches in the eyes of your parents and listen to their moral teachings. You don’t have to invent something to get them to let you go for a walk until the morning. What about my cousin? He was twenty-five years old. He had recently gotten married and now lived in a separate apartment with his young wife. He was young and understood me perfectly. My brother and his wife greeted me well, and I quickly became friends with the guys from the yard. I could communicate with my new friends until late at night, visit discos, and go to the movies. What else is needed for complete happiness at seventeen? I especially became friends with Andrey. He was my age, although he looked younger than his age: not tall, puny, rustic in appearance. But it was fun and interesting with him. One hot July day I went to visit him. After listening to music and watching some cheap action movie on VCR, we decided to go for a walk in the park. I noticed these two girls from afar. The first one is black, the second one is red. - Look, the girls are walking. Let’s get acquainted,” I suggested to Andrey. No sooner said than done. Yes, Andrei, unlike me, was not strong in amorous matters. He didn’t even hide the fact that he didn’t have anyone yet. As we approached the girls, I realized that they were not just cute, they were damn beautiful. However, they quickly made contact. The brunette introduced herself as Olga, and the redhead as Elena. Both girls were with slender figures and expressive facial features - real Russian beauties. We chatted with them about this and that, exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet the next day. Andrey and I liked Olya and Lena, but something incomprehensible in common in their faces seemed strange to me, some hidden cunning in their eyes and something mysterious in their behavior. We walked them to the city high-rise buildings and said goodbye. The next day we met with them in a designated place - in the same park where we met. We invited them to the cinema, but the girls politely refused, and they didn’t want to go to the cafe either. We wandered with them through the streets of the city for several hours and chatted about nothing. Like the previous evening, we walked them to the entrance of the high-rise building, where Olya and Lena said goodbye to us. I decided to act more decisively at the next meeting. - Listen, come straight kindergarten some kind. Let's somehow go into pairs. I’ll take on the dark one, and you and Lenka make contacts. However, I understood perfectly well that my friend had no chance! People like Andrei cannot please beauties like Lena. Surely the girls have dozens of fans. Nevertheless, they did not refuse to meet with us. At the next meeting, my friend, having listened to my advice, somehow decisively and at the same time with humor grabbed the red-haired Lenka by the arm and began to lead her away. And at the same time I began to persuade Olga to stay alone. When I was alone with her, I immediately began bombarding her with offers to go to a cafe or nightclub. She refused everything, she just wanted to walk around the city. Here we are again in the park where we met, and she’s all kind of thoughtful and taciturn. Suddenly she stopped, turned to me and suddenly began to kiss me. These were such hot kisses... only a man in love kisses like that. I felt her intoxicating scent, and she continued to show serious initiative. I was looking forward to something more! And suddenly she stepped away from me, saying that she needed to leave for a couple of minutes. I volunteered to go with her, but she ordered me to wait on the bench. I was a little confused and waited. I don’t know how long I sat on the bench in the park, maybe three hours, maybe four. Having given up on this matter, I went home. The next morning, the first thing I did was go to Andrei to find out how his day went yesterday, and at the same time tell me how Olya cheated on me. However, I had no doubt that my friend’s evening went exactly the same way. Andrey was sleepy and tired. And his evening was much more interesting. He said that he had been walking around the city with Elena all day, it was fun, and they had casual conversations. Suddenly, Olga joined them, and the three of them continued their walk. When it began to get dark, the girls invited Andrei to come and visit them. The interesting thing is that they did not live in a high-rise building, but in an old mansion on the edge of the city. The friend continued to say that the three of them drank a little at the house and danced to loud music. The wine, apparently, hit Olya and Lena well in the head, and they began to take off their clothes, which were already minimal. And then the three of them found themselves on a wide bed. That's lucky, I thought! Lose your virginity with two beauties at once. And I had no reason not to believe Andrey. This is not a person who would embellish sexual exploits; on the contrary, he was never shy about talking about his unpopularity. In the evening, he again prepared to go to the edge of the city. This happened every day. I was a little jealous of my friend, who was learning sexual science in the company of two beauties, while he himself more often communicated with other guys from the yard. But every day, I didn’t like it more and more. I didn’t understand what these girls were up to; they didn’t want the plain-looking Andrei just for the sake of a whim. In a word, no matter what in the best possible way looking friend, began to lose weight and turn pale. Every day he looked worse and worse, and spoke less and less. So far it hasn't disappeared at all. The police spent two days searching for Andrei. His body was discovered in the bushes on the outskirts of the old cemetery. The cause of death was heart attack. Of course, I told the investigator about Olya and Lena, but no one found either them or the mysterious house on the edge of the city. And at the entrance to which we escorted the girls, no one knew anything about them. The day before departure, I nevertheless decided to go to the place where Andrei’s body was found. This was the edge of the city cemetery with old graves that are rarely visited. Everything around was overgrown with tall and dense bushes. The place where the body was found was fenced off with tape, it is clear that the investigation is in full swing. Nearby are two overgrown graves and two rickety crosses, each with portraits of young girls. Such familiar girls, only their hairstyles and clothes are old-fashioned. Olga Bueva (11/12/1931 – 07/9/1948) and Elena Nekrasova (05/3/1931 – 07/9/1948). The names and photographs really scared me. The date of their death frightened me even more; it turned out that we met the girls in the park exactly half a century later. I didn't tell anyone about this story. Who would believe me? They would twirl their finger at their temple, and that’s it. I got married, about ten years passed. I knew that my wife’s grandmother was interested in all sorts of herbs, potions, love spells and the like. This elderly woman was the first person I told about this incident. She then told me that there is a category of witches who feed on the vitality and energy of virgins, this helps them live long and look young. A simple-minded and inexperienced person who wants to quickly try the forbidden fruit opens his soul to dark forces, and this allows him to suck all the energy out of him. - Okay, okay, but I saw the graves of these girls, which means they died. Are we talking to ghosts? This cannot be, I touched them, felt their warmth - they were living people. - I said. - But I can’t say anything about this. But it is worth knowing that witches possess not only magic, but also cunning. - Grandma answered.