Story 1:
In my youth, when I was about 19, I went to study in England, in the glorious city of Bath.
And then one late evening, after a weekday sitting in a local pub, my friends (from Russia), the same degenerates as I, of course, having previously thrown a couple of pints on our chests, went home.
We were (at least considered ourselves) decent people, therefore we were not drunk, but at the best, cheerful. And so we rush home to our host families, we rush for a very long time, since from the center of even a small Bath to the sleeping areas we still have to go on foot, and we see a cemetery.
The cemetery is healthy, old, beautiful... and locked up. On the hefty gate was a lock and an inscription, something like "I did not call you, go away before nine o'clock in the morning." The good fellows were bored, and the cemetery is too beautiful to just pass by, and the church is still out there, and here it’s just a green hedge. In general, they found a tree, climbed over, began to cultivate. The spaciousness and well-groomedness of the place today impressed the Russian fellows so much. Without any vandalism of course.
We walk, look at the tombstones buried in the grass, marvel at the dates of deaths that go back centuries, and then it seems that the cemetery is patrolled by a watchman, also with a dog. Well done, they quickly merged with the area, hiding behind the bushes, and are thinking about their fate. And these fellows sit on the graves, look through the bushes at the watchman and the dog, who do not yet see them.
And here I see that on the neighboring grave, a meter from me, between me and my friend, sits a brown-earthy figure, like a shadow rising from the ground, in exactly the same position as me (if in Russian - on courts), and I see it for exactly a second, while others do not notice at all. And at that moment I was overcome by a very unpleasant and difficult to describe feeling, but which made it clear to me that someone really doesn’t like me here and that he / it is very dissatisfied not only with my actions, but with my presence on this heel of the earth in general.
I briefly, without unnecessary details, outlined my feelings and thoughts to my comrades, who by that moment had decided to continue their inspection of the cemetery, after which they surprisingly easily agreed to my proposal to leave. Here.
Story 2. Short. What happened not so much to me as to my mother.
It was a long time ago. I was so old then that they took me in a stroller, and the times were still such that they were not afraid to leave children on the street.
It was winter, my mother had to go to the store and she wanted to take me with her so as not to leave me at home. For one and the air to breathe. But on the other hand, she did not want to do the same for some reason. And my mother to this day does not like to do what she really does not want. She went to the store, which means she was alone, and did not leave me on the street in front of the store, where she always left, and where everyone else then left their children in the same way, so as not to drag them to this very store.
Upon my return, my mother sees a picture whose description only horrifies me as I get older. In the place where the stroller with little me was supposed to stand, there is another one, pierced through and through by a huge icicle, through which blood flows to the ground. The feeling of such a bad premonition that my mother visited that day, she remembers very well.
History 2.5. Also short and again about my mother, but I took more part in it.
I was then a few years older, and no longer a baby, but a n * zdyuk who did not want to, but sometimes still found trouble on his head. And we also had a stunning and dearly beloved Doberman, with whom she loved to walk for a long time, at least 40 minutes.
And now it was the late summer month of August, I was at home alone, my mother had just gone for a walk with the dog, and I wanted to eat watermelon. And somehow it didn’t smooth out in my head how to cut it, brand new and not yet opened, and I came up with the simplest option - to press it to my chest with my left hand and cut it with a knife with my right. No sooner said than done, and I opened a vein in my left arm almost to the very tendon, very effectively sprinkling myself and everything around me while running around the apartment in search of a bandage. After all, do not stain your clothes, tablecloth or sheets, right?
According to the description of my mother, who obviously skipped her letter to Hogwarts, she suddenly had a sharp desire to go home, although she had not walked our cute dog weighing half a centner for ten minutes. Returning home, she sees that everything was not in vain - the door to the apartment is open, very quiet and there is literally blood everywhere. I can hardly imagine what was going on in her head then, but her mother’s mother was a nurse, and now only a red pink stripe on her arm reminds me of those days, which every year creeps closer to her elbow.
Story 3. Even shorter, but exclusively about me.
I was already older, no longer a n * zdyuk, but still not a kid, and I went that day, as expected, to school. Why did I need to cross a quiet road (along the lane in both directions), but which did not have any pedestrian crossing. Despite the headphones, which I did not part with, from which neither Ramstein nor Bi-2 sounded, I crossed it calmly, since the lane "to the city" stood dead, being clogged with cars. And now I’m passing between two bumpers, they are already raising my leg to take a quick step into the “oncoming” lane (I only looked in the right direction, in the direction of travel), as something literally pulls me up. Such a cold feeling, like neither a gust of wind, nor a shake, as if someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled. Neither back nor forward, but as if to bring me to my senses, from which I just froze in place. The main point is that in the next second, in which I should have already been on the road, a car rushed along it at full speed against the movement. Despite the fact that I had a little breath, I went to school, I was so shocked by the fact that I remained alive, and that "something" kept me from this fatal accident, I gave myself lunch not to swear and followed it for many more months.
Each of these mysterious stories could be called a detective story. But in detective stories, as you know, all 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 clues for them at all? Or will the veil of secrecy be lifted someday? And what do you think?
43 missing Mexican students
In 2014, 43 students from the teacher training college from Ayotzinapa went to a demonstration in Iguala, where the mayor's wife was supposed to speak to the residents. The corrupt mayor has instructed 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 were killed. The rest of the students, as it turned out, were handed over to the local criminal syndicate Guerreros Unidos. The next day, the body of one of the students was found on the street with the skin torn from his face. Later, the remains of two more students were found. Relatives and friends of the students organized mass demonstrations, provoking a full-blown political crisis in the country. The corrupt mayor, his friends, and the chief of police tried to escape, but were apprehended a few weeks later. The provincial governor resigned, and dozens of policemen and officials were arrested. And only one thing remained a mystery - the fate of almost four dozen students is still unknown.
Oak Island money pit
Off the coast of Nova Scotia, in 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 tried to get there - but the design is insidious, and after the treasure hunter digs to a certain depth, the mine begins to be flooded intensively with water. They say that the daredevils found at a depth of 40 meters a stone tablet with a scrawled inscription: "Two million pounds are buried 15 meters deeper." More than one generation tried to get the promised treasure out of the pit. Even the future President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, in his student years at Harvard, with a group of friends came to Oak Island to try his luck. But the treasure is not given to anyone. And is he there?
Who was Benjamin Kyle?
In 2004, an unidentified man woke up outside Burger King in Georgia. He had no clothes on, he did not have any documents, but the worst thing is that he did not remember anything about himself. I mean, absolutely nothing! The police conducted a thorough investigation, but could not find traces: no missing people with such signs, no relatives who would identify him from a photo. Soon he was given the name Benjamin Kyle, under which he continues to live to this day. Without documents and certificates of any education, he could not find a job, but one local businessman, having learned about him from a TV program, out of pity, gave him a job as a dishwasher. He works there now. The efforts of the doctors to awaken his memory, and the efforts of the police to find his former traces, did not yield results.
Shore of Severed Legs
Severed Leg Coast is the name given to a coast on the Pacific Northwest coast of British Columbia. He got this terrible name because local residents several times found severed human legs here, shod in sneakers or sneakers. From 2007 to the present, 17 pieces have been found, most of them right. There are several theories to explain why feet wash up on this shore - natural disasters, the work of a serial killer ... some even claim that the mafia destroys the bodies of their victims on this remote beach. But none of these theories looks convincing, but no one knows where the truth is.
"Dancing Death" 1518
One day in the summer of 1518 in Strasbourg, a woman suddenly began to dance in the middle of the street. She danced wildly until she collapsed from exhaustion. The strangest thing is that gradually others joined her. A week later, 34 people were already 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 that inhabited the dancers. In the end, it was decided to leave the dancers alone. The fever gradually subsided, but no one ever found out what caused it. They talked about some special kind of epilepsy, about poisoning, and even about a secret, pre-coordinated religious ceremony. But scientists of that time did not find the exact answer.
Signal from aliens
On August 15, 1977, Jerry Eman, who was monitoring signals from space at the volunteer Extraterrestrial Research Center, picked up a signal on a random radio frequency that clearly came 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 very specific, in the observer's opinion, completely random list of letters and numbers, which, however, was reproduced with accuracy several times in a row. Eman dutifully wrote down the sequence and reported it to his colleagues in the search for aliens. However, further listening to this frequency did not give anything, as well as any attempts to catch at least some signal from the constellation Sagittarius. What it was - a prank of quite earthly jokers or an attempt by an extraterrestrial civilization to get in touch with us - still no one knows.
Stranger from Somerton Beach
And here is another perfect murder, the mystery of which has not yet been solved. December 1, 1948 in Australia, on Somerton Beach in South Adelaide, the body of an unknown man was found. He did not have any documents with him, only a note with two words was found in one of the pockets: “Taman Shud”. It was a line from Omar Khayyam's rubaiyat meaning "the end". The cause of death of the unknown could not be determined. The forensic investigator believed that it was poisoning, but could not prove it. Others believed that it was about suicide, but this statement was also unsubstantiated. The mysterious case excited not only Australia, but the whole world. They tried to establish the identity of the unknown in almost all countries of Europe and America, but the efforts of the police turned out to be in vain, and the history of Taman Shud remained shrouded in a veil of secrecy.
Treasures of the Confederates
This legend still haunts American treasure hunters - and not only them. According to legend, when the northerners were already close to victory in civil war, Treasurer of the Confederate government, George Trenholm, in desperation decided to deprive the winners of the legitimate booty - the treasury of the southerners. This mission was personally undertaken by Confederate President Jefferson Davis. He and his guard left Richmond with a huge cargo of gold, silver and jewels. Where they went, no one knows, but when the northerners took Davis prisoner, there were no jewels 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 buried it until better times, others that it was buried somewhere in the vicinity of Danville, Virginia. Some believe that a secret society of the Knights of the Golden Circle laid a paw on him, secretly preparing revenge in the Civil War. 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 money or the truth.
Voynich Manuscript
The enigmatic book, known as the Voynich Manuscript, is named after Wilfred Voynich, an American second-hand bookseller of Polish origin, who bought it from an unknown person in 1912. In 1915, after taking a closer look at the find, he told the whole world about it - and since then, many have not known peace. According to scholars, the manuscript was written in XV-XVI centuries in central Europe. The book contains a lot of text written in small handwriting, hundreds of drawings depicting plants, most of which are unknown to modern science. The signs of the zodiac, medicinal herbs are also drawn here, accompanied by a text, apparently, of recipes for their use. However, the content of the text is only the speculation of scientists who have not been able to understand it. The reason is simple: the book is written in a language that is still unknown on Earth, moreover, it is almost impossible to decipher. Who wrote the Voynich manuscript and why, we may not know even after centuries.
Karst wells in 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 hurt from the explosion and the appearance of the failure. However, such a strange and potentially dangerous phenomenon required an explanation, and a scientific expedition set off to Yamal. It included everyone who could be useful for studying a strange phenomenon - from geographers to experienced mountain climbers. However, when they arrived, they failed to understand the causes and nature of what had happened. Moreover, while the expedition was working, two more similar failures appeared on Yamal in exactly the same way! Until now, scientists have been able to express only one version - about periodic explosions of natural gas coming to the surface from underground. However, experts consider it unconvincing. The Yamal sinkholes remain a mystery.
Antikythera mechanism
Discovered by treasure hunters on a sunken ancient Greek ship at the beginning of the 20th century, this device, which at first seemed like just another artifact, turned out to be nothing less than the first analog computer in history! A complex system of bronze discs, made with precision and accuracy unthinkable in those days, made it possible to calculate the position of stars and luminaries in the sky, the time according to different calendars and the dates of the Olympic Games. According to the results of the analyzes, 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 century BC, was the heyday of several European and Middle Eastern civilizations at once - Greek, Cretan, Canaan. People developed metallurgy, created impressive architectural monuments, and tools became more complex. It seemed that humanity was advancing 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 the once powerful and educated countries, writing disappeared, many secrets of construction and work 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 guessing who and where this people came from and what was their fate. But there is no clear answer to this question yet.
Murder of the "Black Dahlia"
Books were written about this legendary murder and films were made, but it was not possible to unravel it. 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 mutilations. 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 disseminated by journalists, giving Short the nickname "black dahlia". Despite an active search, the police could not 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 gave an SOS signal while in the Mallak Strait off the coast of Sumatra and Malaysia. According to eyewitnesses, the radio message said that the captain and the entire crew were dead, and ended with the chilling words: "And I'm dying." The captain of the ship "Silver Star", having heard a distress signal, went in search of "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, preferred 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 investigation became zero. Why the crew died and the ship exploded is still a mystery.
Baghdad Battery
Until recently, it was believed that humanity has mastered the production and use of electric current only in late XVIII 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 containing the battery itself: 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 have been arguing about whether the devices were really related to the generation of electricity. In the end, they assembled the same primitive products - and managed to get an electric current with their help! So, did they really know how to arrange electric lighting in ancient Mesopotamia? Since there are no written sources of that era, this mystery will now probably haunt scientists forever.
Mystical stories from real life is a very early form of storytelling that originated in time immemorial. They were told to each other by people around fires, mothers frightened children (for the purpose of education, of course), etc., etc. It is often just a legend, a modern form of folklore or mythology that reflects the fears or awes of an age. While they used to be passed down by word of mouth in real life, modern technology has also become the purveyor of fairy tales. Today, at the peak of popularity, the use of various sites (such as our collection of mystical stories) and social networks who were able to create a special atmosphere of fear through design, music and video design.
Most mystical stories actually change throughout life depending on the place and era of the narrator's residence. They usually happened to a "friend of a friend", giving some kind of reality and a sense of "aliveness", adding an additional factor of fear. They are the scourge of playgrounds and wine parties. They are always terribly scary these Mystical Real Life Stories.
The story of Bloody Mary (in real life, the mystical story is told on February 16, 1994)
Traditional Folk History of Bloody Mary
Despite the fact that the name "Bloody Mary" is firmly established in English language and familiar to any English-speaking person, there are many variations of this witch's name. Among different sources the following names can be found: Bloody Bones, Hell Mary, Mary Worth, Mary Worthington, Mary Wallace, Mary Liu, Mary Jane, Mary Stanley, Sally, Cathy, Agnes, Black Agnes, Madame Swart (Svart (e) in Scandinavian languages means "black"). It is noteworthy that many of these names refer to the most famous British surnames and popular names.
Traditionally, Bloody Mary is associated with Mary of England, who also had the nickname "Bloody Mary" for her cruel manner of ruling and reprisals against political opponents. During her reign, Mary suffered several miscarriages and false pregnancies. In this regard, some scholars of English folklore have suggested that "Bloody Mary" and her "passion" for kidnapping personifies a queen who is distraught from the loss of her children.
In addition to the role of a "horror story", the legend of Mary also often acts as an English rite of divination for a betrothed, mainly carried out on Halloween. According to legend, young girls in a dark house should climb the stairs, walking backwards, and hold a candle in front of a mirror. After that, they should try to see the face of the betrothed in the reflection. But there is also the possibility that the girl will see the skull, and this will mean that she will die before the wedding.
“When I was about 9 years old, I went to a friend’s birthday party. There were about 10 other girls there. Around midnight we decided to call Mary Worth. Some of us have never heard of it, so one of the girls told her whole mystical story.
Mary Worth lived a long time. She was a very beautiful young girl. One day she had a terrible accident that disfigured her face so much that no one looked at her. After this accident, she was not allowed to see her own reflection for fear that she would go insane. Before the accident, she spent hours admiring her beauty in her bedroom mirror.
One night, when everyone had gone to bed, unable to fight her curiosity any longer, she crawled into a room that had a mirror. As soon as she saw her face, she burst into terrible cries and sobs. It was at this point that she was so heartbroken and wanted her old reflection back that she went into the mirror to find it, vowing to disfigure anyone who looked for her in the mirror.
Hearing this and others mystical stories from real life, we decided to turn off all the lights and try to summon Mary's spirit. We all gathered around the mirror and began to chant "Mary Worth, Mary Worth, I believe in Mary Worth." About the seventh time we said this, one of the girls who was in front of the mirror started screaming and trying to push herself away from the mirror. She screamed so loudly that my friend's mother ran into the room. She quickly turned on the light and found the girl standing in the corner, screaming loudly. She turned it to see what the problem was, and saw long fingernail scratches on her right cheek. I will never forget her face as long as I live!!
These fictional mystical stories, allegedly from real life, make the audience afraid of their own reflection. Yes, and the very essence of the story is ridiculous and boils down to the old adage "curiosity killed the cat." There is something terrible in the very idea of something coming out of a mirror or a television screen, as if it were some kind of parallel world, or perhaps a world opposite to ours, used in films such as Poltergeist. The idea of an opposite, parallel universe gives us the closest idea of hell. Bloody Mary gives rise to the idea that the evil spirits of the world are captured by glass, which also captures our own images and creates mystical fear. The fear that not only they may be summoned into our world, but that perhaps after death we ourselves will be trapped behind glass.
body in bed. Criminal a bit mystical story from real life.
"A man and a woman went to Las Vegas for Honeymoon and checked into a hotel room. When they got to the room, they both noticed a bad smell. Husband called the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they needed another room. The manager apologized and said they were all booked due to the conference. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice as compensation and he's going to send a maid to their room to clean and try to get rid of the smell.
After a good dinner, the couple returned to their room. When they entered, they both still smelled the same smell. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try to find a room at another hotel. He called all the nearest hotels, but there were no available rooms. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find a room for them anywhere, but they would try to clean the room again. The couple decided to go sightseeing, have fun and so they said they would give two hours to clean up and then come back.
When the couple left the manager and maid went to the room to try to find what smelled like that in the room. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, towels, removed the curtains and hung new ones, scrubbed the carpet and ripped out the whole room again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple returned two hours later to find that the room still had a bad smell. The husband was so angry that he decided to find the source of this smell himself. So he started to search the entire room himself. After removing the top mattress from the bed, he discovered... the dead body of a woman."
This story can really be considered one of the most terrible mystical stories from real life, because in that very REAL life it has REAL documentary evidence. Although there is no data that accurately confirms this particular case (none was registered in Vegas). But, there were many reports of similar events in newspapers all over America.
For example: in 1999 Burgen Record reports an incident with two German tourists who complained about a terrible rancid smell in their room. Despite complaints, the couple ended up spending the night sleeping over the decomposing corpse of 64-year-old Saul Hernandez, who was found in the same hiding place as the body in The Mystery of the Body in Bed. The most recent life story about the hidden body in bed was published in March 2010 in Memphis. ABC Eyewitness News reports:
“On March 15, investigators were called to room 222 at the Budget Inn, where Sonya Milbrook's body was found under a bed. Police say she was found in a metal frame that was sitting right on the floor after someone reported a strange smell. The body lay in a bed frame, with a spring mattress on top. Room 222 has been rented out 5 times and cleaned by hotel staff since the day Sonya Millbrook was reported missing, according to investigators. Homicide investigators say Milbrook was murdered."
This terrible truth behind the usual mystical life story is so real that it turns it into one of the most creepy and unpleasant urban legends in America.
Clown statue. ... maybe a mystical story from real life, or maybe not ...
“I have a friend who was a babysitter when she was a teenager. Worked as a babysitter for a short time. Her clients were quite wealthy and lived in a huge house on the outskirts of the city. I remember about clients that the wife was a doctor, and the husband was a co-owner in some law firm, so we are talking about a decent family income.
Their house was huge, luxuriously furnished and stuffed with family heirlooms.
One night, they go to a dinner party and leave this girl to look after the children. The owner is shaking for his jewelry and doesn't want her wandering around the house where she might damage some ancient piece of armor or something, so he says she should stay in the living room. A kitchen and a huge screen TV are attached to the living room, so there will be no problems with entertainment. So they leave, and their children, being obedient, soon go to bed. The babysitter settles into her designated room and starts watching TV while preparing her own snacks. Soon she begins to feel uncomfortable. In the corner of the room stands an ugly, bulky statue of a clown. It looks like some grotesque antique from the 20's or so, and it's sort of dirty, covered in what looks like oil. A really mystical story begins - it seems to the girl that the statue is watching her.
It is said that we have the ability to feel that you are being watched, but often this sensation plays a trick on you. The girl tried to ignore It, but she couldn't help feeling like the clown's eyes were staring at her. She eventually takes her phone and locks herself in the toilet in the hallway outside. In her head she told herself she was crazy, thinking that the statue might hear her talk, that it was a ridiculous thought, but she left anyway. She calls the mistress of the house:
"Hey. This is Sarah. Look, I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I have a strange mystical story here... you have a statue of a clown in your living room, I'm really uncomfortable.... she's staring at me. Maybe you can move to another room or just throw a blanket over her?
After a long pause, the hostess replied:
“Okay Sarah, I get it. Calmly. Wake up the children, take them out of the room, put them in the car and knock on the nearest house. When you're there, call the police. I think it's safe to say that when you hear "call the police" you're not going to ask too many questions and waste time now."
She grabbed the children and ran away. As it turned out later, there was no statue of a clown in the house.
It turns out that children have complained before about the clown watching them sleep in their room. The father attributed it to stupid mystical stories and basically ignored their stories until the nanny saw him too. As it turned out, the local psychiatric ward had recently closed in the area, and not all of the former patients were cared for. The story goes that the police tried to hide their concern, though not very well, after hearing the mention of the clown costume before heading to the house. After a thorough search of the building, they were unable to find the clown. It turns out that before discharge the patient was treated for vivid and dangerous fantasies, but was unable to complete the course before the ward closed. They didn't catch him. "
Fear of clowns, or Coulrophobia, is not related to real life mystical stories and is a relatively common fear. It is related to the famous Stephen King novel in which seven children are terrorized by an entity that mostly appears in the form of "Pennywise the Dancing Clown". The twisted smiles and grimaces of the clowns became much more of a twisted and insane evil. V last years, the most famous of the clown forms is Batman's archimesis, the psychopathic Joker. Perhaps it is the mask and façade of innocence that the makeup represents that makes the clown so scary. There is also an association with pedophilia or sexual abuse. This mystical story is terrible mainly for nannies and young mothers. She plays on the fear of intruders, from which they must protect the children and which poses a potential threat to the nanny herself. There are different versions of the story. In any case, this is a mystical story from real life that has been told in different versions of the nanny for years and deserves a place in our hit parade.
Coulrophobia
The modern "evil clown" archetype developed in the 1980s, largely popularized by Stephen King's novel It, and possibly also by John Wayne Gacy, a real-life serial killer dubbed Killer Clown in 1978. Other pop culture examples include the 1988 horror comedy Killer Clowns from Outer Space. The Joker character of the Batman franchise emerged in 1940 and has grown into one of the most recognizable and iconic fictional characters in pop culture, topping Wizard magazine's 2006 list of the 100 Greatest Villains of All Time. Krusty the Clown (introduced in 1989) is a parody of Bozo the Clown on The Simpsons. In an episode of Lisa's First Word (1992), Bart's childhood fear of clowns manifests itself in the form of Bart's injury from a hacky Krusty the Clown bed, when he continuously utters the phrase "I can't sleep, the clown will eat me." This phrase inspired Alice Cooper's song from the album Dragontown (2001) and became a meme. Websites dedicated to evil clowns and fear of clowns appeared in the late 1990s.
Killer in the back seat. The story is not mystical, but from real life. And that's for sure. ;)
“A woman leaves work late, realizing that she has nothing to eat in the morning. She stops at the garage on her way home to pick up some supplies. The woman's company demands overtime, and by the time she leaves for home, the road is pretty deserted. Suddenly, another car pulls up behind her at high speed. She shines with a turn signal, gives on the gas and starts to go around in the oncoming lane as if she is going to overtake, but at the last moment she breaks back and continues to “snuggle” behind.
The driver of the rear car begins flashing its high beams, blinding her a little. In a panic, she starts to accelerate. In desperation, she reaches for her phone, but at the speed she's driving, she's afraid she won't be able to handle the car if she tries to make a call.
The driver behind her starts to become more and more aggressive, blink even more and drive right behind her. In the end, he even hit her several times from behind. Her phone jumped somewhere under the seat. She rushes home. Finally reaching her house, she rushes out of the car and runs to the front door, but another car pulls up behind her. As soon as she puts her key in the door, the driver of the other car screams.
"For God's sake, lock the car door!"
Without thinking twice, she does it. As soon as the lock clicks, she sees the face of a man materialize at the rear seat window, staring at her and tapping lightly on the window.
This story easily deserves its place as one of the scariest mystical stories. In real life, she has made countless people check their rear seats every time they drive at night (including me). The interesting moral of this story is that it's not always clear where the source of the fear is, which is actually the danger.
There is another common version of such mystical stories from real life history: a strange and even creepy-looking gas station attendant is trying to pull the driver out of the car and thereby save him from the killer lurking in the back seat. This story is meant to make people re-evaluate their prejudices, as the man who causes so much fear in real life is trying to save the driver in a dangerous situation.
The bottom line is hidden fear. You feel safe in your car and danger always lies outside. As long as you are locked up, you are protected from any threats. This turns this general concept on its head, for the victim is locked in danger.
I can lick too... More nasty than mystical story. In real life, it was a viral mailing (such as a chain letter).
An example of a real email distributed in May 2001: Subj: DO NOT DELETE THIS!!! (it scared me to death)
“There was a beautiful young girl. She lived in a small town south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to travel to the city for a while, so they left their daughter at home alone under the protection of her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all windows and doors. And at about 8 pm, the parents went to the city. Doing as she was told, the girl closed and locked all the windows and every door. But there was one window in the basement that didn't close completely."
“Trying her best, she finally closed the window, but it did not latch. So she went out the window and went upstairs. To make sure no one could get in, she closed the bolt on the basement door. "
“Then she sat down, had dinner and decided to go to bed. Around 12:00, she cuddled up to the dog and fell asleep.”
“At some point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at her watch...it was 2:30. She snuggled up again, wondering what had woken her up...when she heard the noise. Dripping sound. She thought that the faucet in the kitchen was leaking and water was dripping into the sink. So thinking it wasn't that scary, she decided to go back to sleep."
“But for some reason she was nervous, so she reached her hand to the edge of the bed and let the dog lick her hand to make sure that he was there and would protect her. She woke again at 3:45 to the sound of dripping water. But she went back to sleep anyway. She stretched again and let the dog lick her arm. Then she fell asleep again."
"At 6:52 a.m., the girl decided she'd had enough... she got up just in time to see her parents pull up to the house. 'Good,' she thought. 'Now someone can fix that faucet...'." She went to the bathroom, and there was her collie dog, skinned and hung on a hook. The noise she heard was her blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to grab something heavy in case anyone else was in the house.....and there on the floor next to her bed she saw a small note written in blood: "I DO NOT DOG, BUT I CAN LICK, MY CHARM! »
“Now it’s time for you to lock all the windows and doors. This is a letter with a mystical story from real life. It is true. This happened many years ago, and the man who killed the dog was never caught. If you delete this letter, then you will suffer the same fate as the girl in the story, years after the dog was killed. She was raped and killed in the same city and in the same house as the dog. Do not erase this letter, because if you do, a terrible thing will happen to you, everyone will soon know your name. Because it will be the headline of your local newspaper. It will sound like this ... Murder in a small town. Killer on the loose! The letter is real. The only thing you can do is send this letter to 23 people and you will have your chance at life. You have been warned. I hope I don't see any murder stories in the papers anytime soon. And now I wish you a good day. And one more thing... you only have 23 minutes... sorry. "
This story was sent out by e-mail under the guise of a mystical story from real life. And this is a perfect example of the evolution of an urban legend that has gone viral and demands action from the reader. This feature proved to be a popular phenomenon among users of social networking sites, and it was a popular subject for mailings on e-mail, mostly among younger users who believe that not sending an email will end in your death.
An interesting feature of this mystical phenomenon is its resemblance to the films A Nightmare on Elm Street. That if something is not done, then the killer will return in some supernatural form to get a new victim. Most of these mystical stories invade real life and threaten that evil will come at night while you sleep. Sounds familiar?
Due to the fact that media and technology are developing very quickly, it will be interesting to see what “real life mystical stories” will become tomorrow, how they will spread and what role they will play in our world. Let's see!
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I found my great-grandmother alive and healthy. I remember well how, as a child, I loved to sit winter evenings on a warm stove, listening to the crackle of fire, and drinking the most delicious herbal tea in the world with homemade hot bread, and listening to the incredible and sometimes a little that my great-grandmother told me. Some of them have already disappeared from my memory, and some I still remember, here are a few of them.
Today is one of my favorite holidays - Christmas. After, they begin, which will last until Epiphany. I would like to write about one fortune-telling, which I have been watching for many years in a row.
When I was still a teenager, a schoolgirl in Soviet times, we sometimes gathered with the girls from the class to tell fortunes for the grooms. Maybe one of us will meet true love maybe even the name of your betrothed will fall out, whom you will then marry, or what other events will fall out in the coming year.
One girl from the class said that she knows fortune-telling that always comes true in a year. She said that she learned about him from her mother. We asked what needs to be done so that everything works out for us, like adults. She said that it’s nothing complicated, that we have everything for this fortune-telling, that many people know about it, and guess after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (there were no lighters at that time) and paper. The paper needs to be crumpled with your hands so that the lump is bigger, put on a plate, and then set on fire and wait until the paper burns out to the end. Then you need to go to the wall and find a place where the shadow from the paper will be best visible, where you can examine the figures that have turned out. You need to constantly turn the plate so that you can see better, look at what everyone did, what values fell out, and what to expect in the coming year.
The story begins with the post-war period. Since the 50s. My grandmother Lida was completely ugly: crooked teeth, a slanting eyebrow from a scar, and a prickly, unpleasant, stubborn character. But she married my grandfather - handsome guy 30 years old, military. Got married. I still don't know what he found in her shifty personality and very ordinary appearance, but they never quarreled among themselves. Grandfather obeyed, as if he was giving in.
But on the other hand, violent quarrels with relatives happened all the time, with daughters, son - there were constant conflicts with them. At one time, my mother's brother was always drinking a bottle. And yet no one was lucky on the personal front. Aunt only met a man at 35, before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. After that, this man kicked her pregnant out of the house and completely turned away from her.
Who remembers, Tolkien's elves are not small creatures with wings, they look like people and differ from them, in addition to their brighter appearance, in that they do not get sick, do not age, live almost forever (if they do not die in battle) and have magical abilities.
So, these Tolkien fans believe that the elves did not disappear, but simply assimilated with people. And now among us there are a lot of people in whose veins elven blood flows. Tolkien described two cases of marriage between an elf and a man. And children born in such a marriage make their own choice - to become a man or become an elf. According to Tolkien, humans are, of course, incomparably weaker than elves. But humans are free to choose their own destiny, elves are not. There is a reverse side of the coin - a person can choose the path of serving evil, while an elf is initially not subject to most vices, is organically connected with the earth, nature and is not able to mindlessly destroy it, which is sometimes characteristic of people.
I am 23 years old, secondary education and I worked in a call center on a helpline. I was born and live in a run-down province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics increases proportionally to closed factories, layoffs and, in general, the closure of jobs in the region. The oppressive atmosphere of the city is reflected in the gray-dirty Khrushchev houses mixed with rotting wooden houses, which give the impression that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will collapse on the people living in those houses.
A large number of abandoned places and an ever-decreasing population of the city suggests that people have two options here - either take the risk of leaving for a big city, or stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your mind. At least somehow the situation was saved by the presence of volunteer organizations, such as ours. A lot of people needed moral support, and our small company of volunteers tried to help these people. I worked for the organization for about a year and a half. I earned a penny there, but the benefit was the skills in graphic design and the main income was freelancing. I couldn’t leave the helpline, because work experience in the work book is quite an important thing, and since childhood, my now deceased parents taught me to always help those in need. For the entire year and a half that I spent in the call center, there were many frightening and sometimes mystical situations.
No matter how many people exist on earth, each of them goes through his own unique and unique by no one and never, life path.
On May 28, 1991, something happened to me that is hard to believe even for myself. And this is a true story, not fiction, and it is one of many in my current life. That night, I flew to the planet Tron. This planet is next to the Galactic Central Sun. Yes, yes, that's exactly what it is. There is our Earth Sun, and there is the Central Sun.
So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as always, but before I even closed my eyes, I saw a beam of light descend on me and noise, as if something was smacking inside me. In a moment, I was already standing near my bed, or rather, I didn’t stand, but hovered a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body, as always, remained lying, and I stood and floated in another body, and if the physical body lay and phosphorescent with a greenish light, then it glowed like a bright electric light bulb. I had a body, arms and legs, my mind worked as clearly as in that lying body, but there was a difference - my legs fell through the floor into the next apartment to the neighbors who lived below me on the first floor.
A friend told me this mystical story even though he is a skeptic. I completely preserve the style of the author, that is, I copy his text completely.
It took me once to work in another city. Decided to change city. I rented one piece there in Khrushchev. The setting is spartan. Room, kitchen, bathroom combined, floors, boards under linoleum, sofa and wardrobe. Basically I was fine with it. In the evening I came home from work, cooked dinner and went to bed. Laundry there, ironing, all sorts of cleaning, this is on weekends.
I lived like this for a month, everything is fine, it’s quiet, the neighbors are not restless, all the grandmothers are old and cats. And then something started. At night, some kind of mysticism is going on. I was lying, not sleeping yet, tossing and turning, and then the floorboards creaked in the corridor, as if someone was walking cautiously. There in the apartment, as you enter, immediately there is a corridor to the left, and at the end there is a room and a kitchen. He himself is deaf and at night there is darkness, nothing is visible at all. There it creaks in the dark. I think the door, or what, who opened it? Yah. I got up, I went out, I looked. Everything is fine. Lie down. Another creak, as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, fell asleep, in the morning everything somehow already seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Creak, creak, creak, creak. And the water in the bath from the tap flowed. I think, wow, someone decided to wash with me. Went to the bathroom. Nothing flows there. But I clearly heard the same. I'm going to bed. Again flows, clearly, I have. I get up - it does not flow. Cursed, climbed under the pillow. fell asleep.
I had an older brother, now deceased. For a long time, his parents did not agree to buy him, because as soon as he spoke about it for the first time, his grandmother burst into tears and said that she had seen a cross in a dream. Parents still gave my brother a motorcycle when he was 17 years old.
My brother's joy did not last long, he walked sad, became taciturn, and once admitted to me that he sees crosses everywhere, although the cemetery was far from us. I tried to calm him down, saying that it was grandmother's words that stuck in his head, but he looked at me so strangely and turned away. I saw fear in his eyes.
Fifteen years ago, when I was ten years old, I visited my grandmother in the village. She had a barn with an annex on the plot, shovels, scythes and my bicycle were stored in the annex. Earlier, when my grandmother had ducks, there was a paddock for them in the annex, and a small door near the ground, locked with a latch, was preserved in the door. Once we were playing with a friend in the yard and saw something darting into the barn, through a small door. He looks like a small man, we decided to catch him, closed the door on the latch. Then the door began to shake, the latch shook, then the whole door shook, we closed it with a bolt. They ran to tell my grandmother, she got angry, shouted, said if we let him out, he would avenge the insult. After that, the grandmother hammered the door with nails, took a bundle, went around the barn several times, then spread the grass near the barn and left. We went around the side of the barn, but whoever was there was still rushing out. Grandmother did not say who it was, she said if she called his name, he would break free. Since we were small and believed in gnomes, queens of spades. I was sorry that the bike was left inside, but I didn’t even think of going after it. When I came back a year later to my grandmother for the holidays, he was still in the shed, knocking and scratching. In the end, we got used to it. I graduated from high school and went to college. When I was in my fourth year, they took my grandmother from the village, they decided to sell the house, buy it closer to Moscow. I went to see what and how, and remembered the barn. The door was open, I looked inside and was stunned. Doors and walls were slashed with claws, floorboards were torn out, spade handles were sharpened and stuck into the walls under the ceiling. My bike was without a seat, the wheels were lying separately, all curved. I went to the neighbors to find out what and how, half of the grandmothers had already died, there was only one left, Glafira. We drank tea, chatted, told about our barn. They opened it in the winter, as soon as we took our grandmother. The local bum decided to profit, broke into the barn. A neighbor saw early in the morning, the barn was open, and in the snow there was a long, bloody trail, as if someone was being dragged. The trail stretched to a ravine in which there was a dugout, since war times. The homeless was found near her, he had no entrails, his arms and legs were broken, his eyes were gouged out, his tongue was “chewed”. The dugout was flooded with frozen water, there was nowhere to hide. The killer was never found.
When I was a teenager, I often walked around the cemetery. My classmates did not like me, I often skipped classes in this calm, gloomy place, because I knew that they would not look for me here. I didn’t feel fear; on the contrary, there was something mysterious here. Suddenly someone tugged at my jacket sleeve, I screamed and turned around. It was a girl of seven years. It is November, and she is dressed in a light dress, I thought that she is from an unfavorable family looking for cookies, sweets that people leave on graves. I wanted to ask what she was doing here, and why without outerwear, but she was pulling me somewhere, I followed her. We came to an abandoned grave, I was shocked, I was shaking. I saw a photo of the same girl who brought me here. And her name was Leila. She died not so long ago, and the grave was in a terrible state, as if no one had visited. I felt sorry for her, with tears in my eyes, I began to clean up with her. Removed debris, weeds, cleared the tombstone. I decided to leave my breakfast, which my mother gives me in the morning. When I finished everything, I mentally said goodbye to the girl and decided not to go to the cemetery anymore. After this incident, a miracle happened, classmates stopped bothering me, and then they didn’t notice me at all. Before, after they bullied me, I didn’t want to go to school at all, but after the incident at the cemetery, I became invisible to them. This suited me, I finished school with a solid good. Six years have passed since that incident, I had a favorite job around me, there were people who appreciated and respected me. When I visit the cemetery with my mother, I always come to Leila, clean the grave, leave sweets and flowers.
This story took place in the summer of 1978. Tractors and harvesters worked in the fields, it was time to harvest fodder for livestock. At that time, everyone in the village had their own household. My friend Kolyan and I worked as a cattleman. At lunchtime, he suggested that I go to the silo pit in the evening, there were collective farm stocks. Let's take it says six bags, the collective farm does not become impoverished. I agreed. The silo pit was five kilometers from the village. This place was popularly called "Mad", so in the evening and, especially at night, I did not go there. They said that the witches arranged a sabbath there, evil spirits. I did not believe in these fairy tales, as it turned out in vain. Nikolai came for me on his horse harnessed, wagon, but kept urging me to be in time before sunset. When we arrived, we realized that we would not have time before sunset, so we decided to load them directly into the wagon.
Why did it get dark so fast?” I asked.
Demons, - answered Kolya.
Goosebumps ran through me, I looked around, rustles came from everywhere. The horse began to panic.
Kolya was even more scared than me. Before we had time to jump into the wagon, the horse raced like crazy. We felt that someone was chasing us, took the pitchfork and aimed them, but someone grabbed it and pulled it into the fog. Behind us was a fog from it came the clatter of hooves, then approached. then it was removed. I closed my eyes, began to read a prayer asking God to help. I opened my eyes and saw the lanterns of the village. We were shaking with fear, drove into my yard, unloaded the silage and silently went home.
Grandma's gift
My grandmother treated people with herbs, conspiracies, prayers, many people came to her. I was teased as a witch, although my parents and I did not take part in this, my father cursed with my grandmother and drove people away. They thanked the grandmother who, as best they could, mostly with food, rarely with money. It just didn't work for us. We began to notice that as soon as my grandmother helped someone, strange things happened in our household. Either the chickens die, or the cow gets sick. Once my grandmother treated a woman who lived with us for a week, after that my mother broke her leg when she fell out of the blue. Her father ran out of patience and he forbade her to do this, even for a lot of money. He shouted that she was bringing trouble to the whole family, people were shunning us, and if the neighbors had what was happening, they blamed the grandmother.
Many did not believe my grandmother, they said that it was all because of the money, the father did not believe it either, he said that this was pampering in old age. Grandma didn't mind. Some time passed and a woman came to us with a girl of seven years old, the father said that the grandmother does not accept anyone. The woman burst into tears, knelt down and begged, dad waved his hand and left. Ten minutes passed, they went out, the woman was crying. I wondered what was the matter with them. I ran to my grandmother.
Grandmother stood in front of the icons and prayed. Usually she did not like when I interfered with her, but then she called me and said that she could not do anything. The girl has a dark spot in her chest and will die in a month. It seemed to me then that my grandmother was suffering from this. As the grandmother said, the girl died a month later. The dark spot turned out to be a lung tumor. I could not understand how she saw him, it turns out that dad scolded her in vain, she will help many.
