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Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol in his amazing “Evenings” publicly declared that witchcraft is blooming in full bloom in Ukraine; that there are devils, goblins, 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 one old woman “to the open water.” 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, as if in a thunderstorm, and at any second a flash was ready to flash 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 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.

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 cinema. 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 had slender figures and expressive 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, it’s like some kind of kindergarten. 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 retreated 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, my friend, who was already not looking his best, 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 still 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.

Story by Viktor Promyslov (Vladivostok): – I don’t consider myself a timid person, but a fierce wave of fear swept down my instantly sweaty back when I saw a coffin without a lid, standing vertically in the center of my bedroom. He appeared there unexpectedly almost exactly at midnight, as if falling from the ceiling. A second ago he was not there, and now he was standing there, slightly, I noticed, swaying from side to side!... In the coffin was an old deceased woman with her hands folded on her chest. The deceased suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me point-blank.

The next moment, the coffin with her body disappeared. I see some kind of foggy creature, huge, stooped, hairy, towering in place of the coffin. As soon as it appears in the room, it almost immediately begins to “crumple”, “smear” in the air, and lose its outline. After a few seconds, where it loomed, a ball the size of an orange, gray, translucent, slightly glowing, appears. The ball, I clearly remember, is removed from its place and flies to the ceiling. Disappears... This is where my whole midnight nightmare ended. While all this was happening, I felt completely paralyzed.

“I was 18 years old at that time,” says Galina Ivanova from Shchelkovo, Moscow region. – My husband, an officer, and I lived in the same military town in the Volgograd region... My husband was sent on a business trip, and I was left at home alone with my almost one-year-old son. I wake up one day at dawn...

Galina was awakened by someone's footsteps. She assures that at that moment she was no longer asleep - she definitely woke up. It turns out that what happened next was not a dream. Galina's naked hand was hanging from the bed... Quick steps were approaching the bed.

“Before I even had time to open my eyes, I felt something wild, something absolutely incredible. A huge shaggy hand - precisely a hand with five long and thick fingers, and not the paw of a beast - tightly clasped my palm and squeezed it lightly. In horror, I tried to open my eyelids, but it didn’t work. The eyelids became heavy, not wanting to rise. Cold sweat instantly broke out all over my body. I wanted to scream, but there was no voice. And the hairy hand loosened its grip for a moment. Then she squeezed my palm again - this time quite painfully. And then, by some miracle, I managed to open my eyes a little...

I see some kind of flickering in front of me - I didn’t really see it. Something like a cloud of luminous smoke... Silently and sharply, I pulled my hand out of the hairy paw, which, according to my tactile sensations, was like being in a downy mitten or something. And she pulled the blanket over her head. I lie there, sobbing through clenched teeth in fear. I'm waiting to see what happens next. But there was nothing. After some time I looked out from under the blanket; there is no one near my bed.

According to the story of Liya Shvedova from Rostov-on-Don, she was attacked twice by an unknown creature. Leah woke up at three o'clock in the morning, awakened by a feeling of irrational fear that appeared from God knows where. Shaking her whole body, she sharply opened her eyes.
“I will never forget what I saw,” Shvedova said in a conversation with me. – Diagonally across the room, from the ceiling down to my bed, I see something black, covered with thick fur, the size and shape of a billiard ball, planning. I saw this creature clearly in the moonlight that fell into the room from the window. Outlining a curved arc in the air, the hairy flying monster plopped onto my shoulder and then rolled onto my neck. And then just below the neck - on the chest. And the reptile begins to crush and choke me!

I began to thrash about on the bed terribly, trying to get up from it and throw the “billiard ball” off my chest. Alas, all my attempts to free myself from his suffocating “embrace” ended in nothing. It was as if a heavy concrete slab had been piled on top of me. After about a couple of very long minutes, the “ball” jumped off my chest on its own. I don't know where he went. Exactly two days later, the hairy strangler showed up again. Again I woke up, gripped by an irrational fear coming from the depths of my consciousness, and again I saw something black, round, overgrown with fur planning on me. It was planned and - let’s, like last time, put pressure and strangle!

Anatoly Zubashev, Krasnodar:
– I woke up at night with the feeling that I was hit on the head with a log. Well, I jump up, clenching my fists, intending to fight back in my sleep. I look around. And my jaw dropped when my gaze fell on the one who, apparently, cracked me on the forehead. I look - a huge hairy monkey is moving away from my bed, stooped, with his arms hanging below his knees. As she walked past the window, the light of a lantern from the street hanging outside that window illuminated her. It was the most natural monkey, but... 2 meters tall.

Her steps could be clearly heard. The beast went out through the door into the next room, and there the footsteps died down. Armed with a chair raised above my head, I carefully moved after her. I look into the next room - it’s empty. I pass through that room, go out into the corridor - it’s empty. I look around the kitchen, open the doors to the toilet and bathroom - there is no monkey anywhere. Where did she go? Dissolved, perhaps, in the air.

The story of Vladimir Putilin from Rostov, recorded by me from his words:
– Two months ago I was an involuntary witness. Firstly, I am not a psychopath, and secondly, I am not a fan of stupid pranks and jokes. What I will now briefly talk about actually happened. And it happened around midnight; I haven't had time to fall asleep yet. I heard the characteristic creak of a door opening, and some luminous creatures entered, or, more precisely, floated into the room in which I was lying on an ottoman. Outwardly, they looked like people, but they consisted of... I don’t know how to say... tobacco smoke, that’s the closest analogy. One of the “smoky figures” slowly walked towards me, while the rest froze in place, near the door. As the silhouette approached, the hairs on my head stood on end.

Don’t ask me how (I don’t know how), but with some inner instinct I caught and realized that it was my deceased mother who came up to me. She stood next to me for a short time, then swam away, without touching the floor with her feet, back to the doors. And the “smoky figures” floated out of the room... Two weeks passed. I wake up in the middle of the night from some kind of strong roar. He opened his eyes. I see a white translucent body, like a small ball, flying around the room. He flies up to my bed and literally throws himself at me from top to bottom! It falls on the chest, rolls up to the neck and begins to choke. I'm trying to get up. I feel like I can't get up. I closed my eyes, half-stifled, then opened my eyes again. What kind of miracle and what kind of nonsense?

A white translucent ball swooped down on me, I clearly remember. And now... Now, I see a woman bending over me. I remember well her hands stretched out to me and grabbing my neck. And I also remember the long, very long hair that fell below the shoulders. Her hair completely hid her face, bent over me. She was dressed in something white. I have never experienced such horror as that night in my life! I screamed and... And lost consciousness.

O. Valkina from Krasnodar tells:
– That nightmare happened almost a month ago. Happened here, in Krasnodar, in my apartment. I wake up at two in the morning because I feel someone put their hands on my shoulders. I see that someone’s hands are actually lying on their shoulders. Long, black and, it seemed to me, feminine. I looked at them and gasped. The arms did not go into the shoulders. Where, in theory, the shoulders should be, where the body should be, there was nothing. The hands hung in the air like two large intestines living an independent life...

Frightened until my knees trembled, I began to read the “Our Father” prayer. Almost immediately the hands disappeared. At that same moment, some unknown force lifted me into the air and threw me out of bed onto the floor. As I was falling, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a ball the size of an orange was flying across the room low above the floor. Flies towards the window. Then I slammed my whole body onto the floor, badly breaking my knee, and I no longer had time for those hands or that ball.

Tatyana Sheveleva from Sevastopol said: “It was a long time ago.” During my youth. In those days, as a high school student, I loved to tell fortunes with cards and, by the way, I was very good at telling fortunes. My grandmother taught me the art of fortune telling... My friends told me: “Quit. Stop. Otherwise the devils will hover around you.” I just laughed in response... And then one day I heard footsteps in the middle of the night in the house where I was alone at that moment. The front door to the house was, by the way, locked from the inside with a key. An unknown person walked along the corridor, slapping, as I heard by ear, the heels of his slippers on the floor. His gait was heavy, senile. He froze for a moment there, in the corridor, and loudly cleared his throat, grunting. And then he walked further, towards the kitchen, and in the kitchen his steps died down. I was terribly scared! And then I decided: I will never, ever guess again. My friends turned out to be right. The devil himself came to me, a fortune teller, at night!...

Many years have passed. I got married and had a child. My husband and I went to visit his mother, who lives in another city. The day after our arrival, my mother-in-law gave me a huge scandal. “I’ve lived in this house for 30 years,” she shouted, “and nothing supernatural has ever happened here!” And you arrived, and miracles began, damn them! I’m sure you brought them with you.” What caused the scandal, you ask? And the fact that both my mother-in-law and I, who were sleeping in the same room, were awakened together in the middle of the night by some kind of noise. Both of us - you know, both of us! – we saw a black creature of an unclear, blurry appearance.

It was about a meter tall, not taller. And also, as my mother-in-law and I thought, it was hairy, overgrown with fur. In any case, I personally clearly felt that his hands were definitely hairy. The creature came to my bed and put these very hands on my shoulders. And then he leaned over and began to grunt quietly right in my ear. The mother-in-law screamed. I also screamed in fear. And the creature suddenly disappeared somewhere. I pulled myself out of bed and at that very second I saw two small glowing balls rolling along the carpet hanging on the wall. They roll towards the bookcase. They dive behind the closet and... that's it.

Olga Blinova, forty years old. At the time when all this happened, she was exactly thirty.
“It was in this very room that everything happened.” I wake up late at night because someone loudly called my name. I look, standing near the foot of the bed is a figure in a white robe, reminiscent of a nightgown, falling from the shoulders in folds. Judging by the specific features of the figure, it was a woman. I didn’t have time to really look at her face. The figure slowly disappeared into the air... I'm screaming at the top of my lungs! The whole house was alarmed. My husband calmed me down for a long time, and my mother gave me valerian.

The next night, the “ghost in white” visited our house again. Instead of a head, the ghost had something like a foggy oval, which especially struck me and was especially memorable. I woke up with a jolt, and the “ghost in white” was standing near my bed. Suddenly it disappeared. The next moment I felt something small, round, the size of a tennis ball, touch the sole of my right foot, which was sticking out from under the blanket. It was warm. The ball, spinning, began to slowly roll up the leg and rolled under the blanket. And I lost consciousness. In the morning I woke up feeling extremely bad. My head was pounding with pain, my whole body was terribly tired.

“Someone visits me at night two or three times a month,” says Olga Ukolova from the city of Stupino (Moscow region). – I wake up every time from a strong feeling of fear. I look, “he” is standing nearby, looking like a smoky shadow, and his hand is extended to my head. I feel that hand grabbed my braid... How “he” pulls the braid! And I’ll scream! And “he” will pull again! And - he is not there. Disappeared.

Excerpt from a letter from Lyudmila Kosenkova from Zaraf-shan (Uzbekistan):
“My elderly neighbor is in a panic. The other day a ghost appeared to her twice. Both times - in the middle of the night...
The woman woke up because she wanted to go to the toilet. She goes out into the corridor leading to the kitchen. Lo and behold, there’s a tall brute standing in the kitchen. His head is hidden behind the top door frame. Only the shoulders and body are visible. The old woman was so scared that she rushed out of her own apartment and began knocking on the door of the neighboring apartment - ours. My husband and I had to leave her to spend the night with us.

The next day, late in the evening, at the request of this frightened old woman, her daughter and her husband arrived to spend the night with her. And again I was woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on the door. I open the door. All three are standing at the door - the neighbor, her daughter and the latter's husband. In a friendly chorus, interrupting each other, they say that some noises coming from the kitchen woke them up. The three of them went, shoulder to shoulder, to the kitchen, and there they saw a giant towering, motionless and silent, as tall as the ceiling. They watched his motionless figure for three to four seconds. Then the “vision” disappeared, disappeared without a trace... That’s the story.”

And another no less strange story told by Elena Kozlenka (Chelyabinsk):
– Over the course of a month, miracles happened to me when I lived in the old apartment. Frightened by them, I hastily exchanged the apartment for the one in which I now live. And the miracles were cut off like a knife. They did not follow me to my new place of residence... In the evenings, around eleven o’clock, a certain creature began to visit me in that old apartment, appearing from nowhere. Resembling, in general, a man, it was naked and hairy from head to toe. Even this demon’s face is covered with thick hair. When it suddenly comes out of the blue! - appeared out of nowhere, a strong smell of burnt electrical wiring appeared in the room. The hairy monster came up to me and carefully stroked my arm with its fur-covered paw. And at that moment every time I felt like I was in tetanus. Then the creature disappeared, melting into thin air.

From the memoirs of Tatiana Novak (Chisinau):
– One late hot July evening, I lay, toiling from the heat, naked on the bed. I just can’t fall asleep, disturbed by the troubles in my personal life that took place last day. I glance absentmindedly at the ceiling, and suddenly my gaze focuses on an object that looks like a black soccer ball with an indistinct line dividing it in half... The “ball” looked slightly fluffy. He smoothly moved down and touched my chest. With a reflexive gesture, I tried to grab him and push him away.

The fingers sank into something soft, similar to the touch of a ball of sheep's wool. They closed into a fist inside the “ball”. I was shocked when I realized that inside that “ball” there was nothing but “fur,” which, however, was almost imperceptible to the touch. When my hand entered the ball, a wave of icy coldness swept through my body. I'm numb. The body became heavy and motionless. And immediately a colossal weight crushed me. The “gravity” moved, anointing itself more comfortably.

The next second, I realized with horror that a huge invisible man, covered with thick hair from head to toe, was lying spread out on me, naked. My consciousness became clouded, and I don’t know what happened next. I fell into a deep faint. In the morning, remembering the nightmare of the past night and examining myself, I found one positive, so to speak, feature in this horror. The hairy invisible giant, thank God, did not rape me. Well, thanks for that.

MEETING WITH Evil Power.

Once I was visiting my relatives in a village in the Belgorod region and there I met a very interesting person. In fact, she can be called a local healer. She collected herbs, treated her with folk remedies, and could even tell fortunes. Only this was not an illiterate old woman, as we usually imagine a healer, but a woman in the prime of her life, she taught biology at a local school. A most interesting interlocutor!

I asked her, they say, herbs don’t conflict with biology, you know conspiracies, too?! How is that? And she replied that there was no contradiction here. Biology is like the first layer of knowledge; there are other layers, like gold underground. After all, not everyone can find gold. It is stupid to look for it on the surface. But it’s also unreasonable not to believe that it exists in the ground.

Surprisingly, it seemed to me then that she also believed in evil spirits. True, she was not afraid of her. All according to the same theory, we have our own layer of life, and the evil spirits have their own. Now, if these layers intersect, there will be trouble. But if you don’t do evil, then there’s nothing to be afraid of.

All these arguments seemed quite logical to me. But I still asked how one can really see this “second layer”. Until you see it for yourself, you somehow don’t believe it all.

She laughed. “Do you want to see evil spirits? Okay, I'll show you. But if you shit your pants, it’s not my fault. Although... there won’t be any pants!” I was intrigued to the extreme.

It was summer, Ivan Kupala Day was approaching - July 7th. The day before she came up to me and asked if I had changed my mind. This was said in such a tone that I was actually ready to change my mind, but I didn’t want to seem like a coward. “Then like this: in the evening one day you will reach the lake (and there was a small lake a few kilometers from the village), choose a place where you want, but more secluded. You will strip naked and use your hands (here she hesitated)... well, you will do what boys are scolded for. Understood?"

The “instructions” were, as you can see, very strange, but I was already completely at the mercy of what was coming. In the evening I came to the shore of the lake. He undressed, folded his clothes under a bush, and went to the water. I looked around carefully and listened - no one. The silence was dead.

Instructions are instructions! As soon as I began my inappropriate occupation, I heard a splash - a man was coming out of the water. A white silhouette was clearly visible in the darkness - it was a naked woman. But she was not moving towards me, but past me, diagonally. And when she caught up with me, she looked in my direction and I saw her eyes. Have you ever seen a cigarette butt going out in the dark?

It seemed to have already gone out, and then there was a draft, and it suddenly lit up again for a second with a barely visible pink light. Just like her eyes: they flashed with a reddish light. Not bright, even barely visible, but very clearly. Everything inside me went cold from fear. And she stopped, turned and took a step towards me... She extended her hands... We were separated by several steps. Forgetting about everything in the world, I started to run, and ran until I suffocated.

I stopped, and suddenly someone called out to me. It was the same teacher-witch. She turned on the flashlight, illuminated me and burst into loud laughter. But I forgot about my clothes and hurried to get out of the beam. “Scared? Okay, we’ll sit in the bushes until dawn, then you’ll come back and get some clothes.” She turned off the flashlight. In complete darkness we sat down under a bush.

When I came to my senses, I began to ask her what it was.

She answered with caution, as if she was afraid to blurt out too much: “Evil spirits have existed as long as humans. And man lived wild for a long time. The main thing then was reproduction. There are a lot of distractions now, although even now they are important. Therefore, evil spirits react immediately to all sorts of sexual pranks. Where they smell it, they will immediately appear. I saw it myself! Who is she, you ask? Don't know. Drowned woman. Maybe she drowned herself because of a woman’s sins, or maybe she was drowned by rapists. I know he lives there. It just doesn’t show itself, and you lured her out in such a shameful act... Do you believe it now?”

She didn’t explain anything else, and I didn’t ask - my head was spinning. It was getting light. “Well, now go, don’t be afraid While there are no people!”

It's easy to say - don't be afraid! But it was quiet on the shore. I got dressed and returned to the village.

Many times later I wanted to go to the Belgorod region, but it didn’t work out. Maybe I won’t have to go there. That's why I decided to tell you this story.

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 a real 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 towns of Irvington and Tarrytown, locals are also happy to scare you, with haunted houses and scary bedtime stories.

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.