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“Was it or not?” - real life story

I would never have believed in something like that if I hadn’t encountered this “similar” thing myself...

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

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. This time mommy didn’t “resist.”

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

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

“Don’t go for a walk through the cemetery at night!”

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

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

We've gathered. We left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. Fifteen minutes later we were there. I hesitated for a long time and did not leave the car. My beloved helped me! He offered his hand like a gentleman. If it weren’t for his gentlemanly gesture, I would have stayed in the salon.

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

We walked somewhere, past the graves, and were silent. When I felt really creepy, I suggested returning. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from the famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The lump in my throat did not allow me to do this. I pulled my hand out of his hand. But I saw that everything was fine with his body, that he had become the same. But I couldn’t imagine it! I clearly saw that my beloved’s body was covered with “transparency.”

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

I was so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. In the summer, can you imagine?! I myself can’t imagine... We drove off. And when the cemetery ended... I again saw how for one moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he became normal and familiar again. He turned to me (I'm on back seat was sitting) and said that we would take a different route. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, probably! But I didn’t try to persuade him to go along the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was beating somehow restlessly. I chalked it all up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck drove into us.

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

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

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

Continuation of scary stories

"Terrible Secrets of the Little House"

Three hundred kilometers from home... It was there that the inheritance stood and awaited me in the form small house. I've been meaning to look at him for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. She opened the door. The lock jammed as if it didn’t want to let me into the house. But I still managed to handle the castle. I walked in to the sound of creaking. It was scary, but I managed to cope with it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone.

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

Ten minutes into my stay in the house, I heard some noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window and saw the curtains swaying. The moonlight burned through my eyes. I saw the curtains “flash” again. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table I found a yellowed note. It said this: “get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead!” I sold this house and never came near it again. I don’t want to remember all this horror.

After his death, I didn’t dream about my father for three or four years. During his lifetime we often quarreled, he loved to drink and was very violent. On such days the whole family got it.

To tell the truth, when he died, I didn’t really grieve, I thought that at least now my mother would live in peace. She, despite the insults, often remembered him. And on my parents’ Saturday, my mother asked me to go to church to light a candle for my father’s repose and offer a memorial service. I reluctantly agreed. I overslept in the morning and then decided that I wouldn’t go, it would be enough that my mother often did this. And she went to bed again.

I have already written a story about my cat here, and I want to tell you another one.

My paternal grandfather, from his business trip to the virgin lands, brought the Siberian three-haired Murlichka, a mousetrap of such beauty and intelligence that neighbors lined up for the kittens.

When my parents got married and I was born, the cat didn’t pay any attention to me at first. At the age of 2 months, I began to scream a lot, ate poorly and did not gain weight. Murlichka literally began to break into my crib, lay down next to me and tried to rest her head on my neck. If she was kicked out of the house, the cat would climb up to me through the window and next to her I would calm down a little. I don’t know whose advice my father’s mother listened to, but my grandmother decided that the cat should be thrown away. Grandfather obediently took Murlichka to the dacha.

I’ve been reading the site for a long time, I’ll write separately about the circumstances under which I found it and really fell in love with it. There were mystical events in my life. I want to describe one summer night, I remember it very much.

It was back in 2003, I was living with my parents at the time, my bedroom faces the street, where the sun is in the afternoon, then there was no air conditioning yet, and the heat was like in a steam room. I had to go to work in the morning, an important meeting and I had to speak, I decided to go to bed early, but I couldn’t fall asleep, neither the wet sheet nor the fan helped. The fan gave me a headache, I turned it off and spent half the night wandering either into the kitchen or onto the balcony and already lay down in a state of half-asleep, my body was tired, but my brain did not want to turn off.

The story of the money found brought back memories of my discovery. One day, on the bank of a river, I found a beautiful ring with a ruby. She picked it up and could no longer part with it, although she understood that such things could bring misfortune or even death into the house. Usually they are damaged, but I thought that it might have been lost.

I brought it home and showed it to my mom. To my surprise, she did not scold me, but said that I should put it on a silver chain or silk cord, which is closed with a negative, and hang it in my room. The ring will thus convey positivity and bring good luck, especially since the stone is red – the color of good luck.

My late grandmother also told me that the money found will not bring wealth. She especially forbade raising coins on the road. But one day I simply ignored her ban, deciding that someone had simply lost the money and nothing would happen if I took it for myself.

Early in the morning I was going to work and saw banknotes scattered at the intersection of paths. At first I wanted to pass by, but I couldn’t resist and picked it up, deciding that they would pick them up anyway, so why not me. It was just that money was tight, and here was such a find.

I felt bad all day at work, regret about the money I took was replaced by joy that this money would be enough for me for a whole week. Then a wave of shame and fear came over me again, I wanted to throw them away, but then the thought came that I hadn’t stolen them, but simply found them, and it was unlikely that the person who had lost them would come back for them. To calm down, I spent it all on groceries that evening.

This pond was previously used as a fire pond while the base was in operation. But in the 90s the base was closed, the fence was broken, everything valuable was taken away, leaving devastation and ruins. And they found a “worthy” use for the reservoir, because our people are very talented and creative, so someone realized that it was expensive to remove sewage from the toilet using a sewer truck, and dumped it all into the reservoir. And as often happens, as soon as one person does something nasty, others will immediately pick it up, in general, through the efforts of people, this pit has turned into a septic tank, with a terrible stench and a lot of flies nearby.

At the moment, this disgrace has been stopped, the foundation pit has been buried and an industrial building has appeared in its place, but in those days people tried to avoid that place, fortunately residential buildings there was no one nearby.

I had one strange incident in my life. I was planning to go shopping on the weekend. I was just about to get on the subway when a friend called and said that she had come to see me and that she needed to see me urgently.

I didn’t want to go back and ruin my plans, but I had to. Annoyed by my friend, who could not warn me in advance about her arrival, I approached my house and only when I entered the entrance, I remembered that I had forgotten the kettle on the stove, since the smell of burning was heard even downstairs.

At the very beginning of the 90s, trouble happened to my grandfather. He worked on a bulldozer at a large construction site. There was an accident and his bulldozer overturned. The tracks (they weigh several tons) crushed the cabin. Other workers managed to save my grandfather: they pulled him out of the cab and took him to the hospital. At the same time, the doctors were surprised for a long time: “How did you even bring him alive?”

The condition was very serious, you can imagine: fractures, enormous blood loss. He spent a long time in intensive care, his condition remained serious, and later problems with his kidneys began. Toxification of the body began, swelling and grandfather became worse.

My grandmother spent almost all this time in the hospital, was on duty at the intensive care ward, and also spent the night there, under the door. Grandfather's condition became critical. The doctors said that’s it, my heart can’t handle it. If the kidneys don’t start working soon...

Real mysticism from real life- absolutely Mystic stories…

“As happens in some films... We moved from a new house to a very old one. It was just so convenient for us, for some reason. Mom found a photo of the house on the Internet and immediately “fell in love” with it.

We moved there. We started to get used to it and look around... One day, when we had already started planning a housewarming party, I was terribly shocked. Now I'll tell you why. I went out onto the porch in the evening to admire the stars. About ten minutes later I heard some strange noise (as if someone was moving dishes from one place to another). I came back to look at it. When I approached the kitchen door, I saw something richly white slip out of its doors. I was scared, of course, but I never realized what it was.

Several days passed. We were expecting guests from afar. They were going to spend the night with us and we made a small rearrangement in the room (to make our place more convenient and comfortable for people).

The guests have arrived. I was calm because nothing supernatural was happening anymore. But! The guests told me something completely different. They stayed overnight in the same room (in the same room in which we specially rearranged it). The uncle said that the bed shook and swayed under him. The second uncle assured that the slippers were “rearranged” under the bed by themselves. And my aunt said that she saw a dark shadow sitting on the windowsill.

The guests have left. They hinted that they would never return. However, our family has no plans to leave here. Nobody (except me) believed in these “fairy tales”. Maybe it’s for the better.”

A story of three dreams

“I had an interesting dream. More precisely…. Some. But I decided not to “climb” into the dream book in order to accumulate my dreams even more.

The first dream was that a friend said: “I’m pregnant.” I haven’t called this friend for three months. We haven't seen each other again. The second dream was also pleasant. I won the lotto. What have I done? The result of the dreams did not take long to arrive...

I called my friend and she said that her father-in-law had died. This means that pregnancy in a dream “gives birth” to death. And my second dream came true: I won fifty dollars in the lotto.”

Cat mysticism or real fiction

“My husband and I live in the apartment of my grandmother, who died seven years ago. Before we moved here, this apartment was rented out to six different tenants. We have made repairs, but not completely. In short, we settled there... And I started finding strange things in the rooms. Either some scattered pins, or fragments (completely incomprehensible to me). Grandma started dreaming. In the evenings I saw her in several mirrors.

A friend advised me to urgently get a black kitten. We did this immediately. The kitten avoided mirrors. And in the evening, when I passed by them, he would jump on my shoulder and begin to hiss intimidatingly, glancing at the reflection in the mirror. And the kitten does not approach her husband at all. I don't know what this is for. I do not know why. But with a kitten we feel somehow calmer.”

Mystical shell

“My boyfriend died. Died while riding his motorcycle! I don't know how I survived it. And I don’t understand if I survived. I loved him very much. With such force that I went crazy with love! When I found out that he was no more... I thought that I would be taken forever to a psychiatric hospital. A month has passed since his death. Naturally, I grieved no less. I wanted to bring him back to this world. And I was ready to do anything for this.

A classmate gave the address of a magician. I came to him and paid for the session. He whispered something, hummed, squeaked... I observed his behavior and stopped believing in his “power”. I decided to sit until the end of the session. And it’s good that I didn’t leave earlier. Fiol (that was the name of the magician) gave me something in a small box. He told me not to open the box. I should have just put it under my pillow, constantly remembering Igor.

I did just that! True, my hands were shaking a little. And lips (from fright), because it had to be done in the dark. I tossed and turned for a long time and couldn’t even take a nap. It’s a pity that you couldn’t take sleeping pills. I didn’t notice how sleep visited me. I dreamed that...

I walk along a narrow path towards a bright light. I walk and hear a declaration of love that Igor continuously whispered to me. I walked, walked, walked... I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. It was as if my legs themselves were leading me somewhere. My uncontrollable steps quickened.

He said the following:“I'm needed here. I can't go back. Don't forget me, but don't suffer either. There must be someone else next to you. And I will be your angel...”

He disappeared and my eyes opened. I tried to go back - nothing worked. I grabbed the box and opened it. I saw a small gilded shell in it! I will not part with her, as well as with the memories of Igor.”

Beautiful story of an ugly girl

“I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I was the ugliest girl in the Universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I didn’t believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.

I was twenty-two, but I wasn't dating anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the same way I ran away from my own appearance.

I decided to go to Kyiv to distract myself and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music..... I don’t know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart yearned for this city. This one, and not any other!

Time passed quickly on the road. I really regretted that I didn’t have time to enjoy the road as much as I should. And I couldn’t take any photographs, since the train was moving unbearably fast.

No one was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those I met. I stood at the station for three seconds and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel where I had booked a room in advance.

I got into a taxi and heard:“Are you the girl who is insecure about her appearance and who still doesn’t have a soul mate?”

I was surprised, but answered positively. Now I'm married to this man. And how he knows all this about me is still a secret.” He doesn’t want to admit it, he just flatly...

There is probably not a person in the whole world who would not like to tickle their nerves, at least from time to time. scary stories. Remember, like in a summer camp, when a group of guys gather around the fire, and someone starts telling another horror story: everyone is wildly scared, but it was simply impossible to leave without listening to the end. That's how it is human nature– a thirst for the mysterious, mystical, and unknown is, to one degree or another, common to everyone. Ultimately, the desire to know the world in all its manifestations is inherent in us at the genetic level.

But if most mystical stories are nothing more than scary tales or the result of a wild imagination, then there are those that are based on real events. And they really make your blood run cold.

After all, it’s one thing to understand that what scares you doesn’t actually exist, and quite another thing to know that all this is true, and that these events have many eyewitnesses - the same ordinary people, how are you. And if fictional horror stories don’t seem scary to you, then real mysticism, stories from real life, will certainly be able to creep you out. All the following stories are based on real events.

Nakhodka

Returning from summer holidays, students of a popular Sydney primary school Riverwood found a jar filled to the brim with blood in the schoolyard. No one knew where it came from, but since the jar contained about one and a half liters of blood, which is about a third of the total blood volume in the body of an adult, the police became interested in the unusual find. Conducted DNA forensic experts-tests showed that the jar contained real blood belonging to a man. But since no matches were found in the DNA database, it was never possible to find the person to whom this blood belonged. Many local residents believe that the jar found by the students belonged to a vampire who showed up in the city.

After things started disappearing from the house of an elderly Japanese man, he had to install cameras in his house CCTV. In a video recording made one night, the owner of the house saw how a short and very thin woman, unfamiliar to him, quietly climbed out of the wardrobe in his bedroom.

The cameras recorded the stranger walking around the house and looking at different things. She stole money from the man and even took a shower in his bathroom, and then, at dawn, she again disappeared into the closet, slipping in so as not to disturb the owner.

Deciding that it was a burglar who had somehow gotten into his room through the ventilation in the wall, the man contacted the police. The police arrived to clarify the circumstances moved the closet, but neither the ventilation hatch nor any secret passages were found behind it. But when, at the insistence of the owner of the house, they began to break down the wall, they discovered something that made the hair on the heads of those present stand on end. The corpse of the former owner of this house, who disappeared many years ago, was walled up in the wall behind the closet.

Death phone

Bulgarian phone number 0888-888-888 has been considered for many years damned, and some even call it nothing more than a “phone of death.” Since 2000, this number belongs to one of the largest operators mobile communications Bulgaria, and everyone to whom it was connected died terrible death– every single owner of this number died. So, the first person to be offered this “golden” number died of cancer a few weeks after receiving it. The second and third owners died from gunshot wounds.

A series of deaths continued, and several years later the operator decided to block this number indefinitely.

However, according to many people, the number is still active: usually the machine reports that the subscriber is unavailable, but sometimes a strange, unintelligible voice answers callers. So if others non-fictional mystical stories seem to you to be nothing more than legends, then you can verify the veracity of this yourself - if you wish.

In our world, interesting and funny situations often occur that amuse many people. But in addition to such curiosities, there are moments that make you think or simply frighten, driving you into a stupor. For example, some item mysteriously disappearing t, although a couple of minutes ago I was in my place. Inexplicable and sometimes strange situations happen to everyone. Let's talk about real life stories told by people.

Fifth place – Death or not?

Liliya Zakharovna- a well-known teacher in the area primary classes. All local residents tried to send their children to her, since she aroused honor and respect, trying to teach children wisdom not according to the usual program, but according to her own. Thanks to its development, children quickly absorbed new knowledge and applied it in practice with skill. She managed to do what no teacher could do - make children work beneficially and gnaw on the granite of science.

Recently Liliya Zakharovna reached retirement age, which she happily took advantage of by going on legal rest. She had a sister Irina, whom she went to see. This is where the story begins.

Irina had a mother and daughter who lived next door on the same staircase. Lyudmila Petrovna, Irina’s mother, had been seriously ill for a long time. The doctors did not know the exact diagnosis, because the symptoms were completely different with each visit to the hospital, which did not allow them to give a 100% answer. The treatment was very varied, but even it did not help put Lyudmila Petrovna on her feet. After several years of painful procedures, she died. On the day of death, the cat that lived in the apartment woke up my daughter. She caught herself and ran to the woman and found that she was dead. The funeral took place near the city, in his native village.

The daughter and her friend visited the cemetery for several days in a row, still not accepting the fact that Lyudmila Petrovna no more. On their next visit, they were surprised that there was a small hole at the grave, the depth of which was about forty centimeters. It was clear that she was fresh, and sitting near the grave was the same cat that woke up her daughter on the day of her death. It immediately became clear that she was the one who dug the hole. The hole was filled up, but the cat was never released. It was decided to leave her there.

The next day the girls went to the cemetery again to feed hungry cat. This time there were already three of them - they were joined by one of the relatives of the deceased. They were very surprised when there was a hole on the grave bigger size than last time. The cat was still sitting there, looking very exhausted and tired. This time she decided not to resist and voluntarily climbed into the girls’ bag.

And then strange thoughts begin to creep into the girls’ heads. Suddenly Lyudmila Petrovna was buried alive, and the cat was trying to get to her. Such thoughts haunted me, and it was decided to dig up the coffin to make sure. The girl was found by several people without a fixed place of residence, they paid them money and brought her to the cemetery. They dug up the grave.

When the coffin was opened, the girls were in complete shock. The cat was right. Nail marks were visible on the coffin, which suggests that the deceased was alive, trying to escape from captivity.

The girls grieved for a long time, realizing that they could still save Lyudmila Petrovna, if they had dug up the grave right away. These thoughts haunted them for a very long time, but nothing could be returned. Cats always sense trouble - this is a scientifically proven fact.

Fourth place – Forest paths

Ekaterina Ivanovna is an elderly woman living in a small village near Bryansk. The village is located around forests and fields. Grandmother lived here all her long life, so she knew all the paths and roads inside and out. Since childhood, she walked around the neighborhood, picking berries and mushrooms, which made excellent jam and pickles. Her father was a forester, so Ekaterina Ivanovna was in harmony with Mother Nature all her life.

But one day a strange incident happened, which my grandmother still remembers and crosses herself. It was early autumn, when it was time to cut hay. Relatives from the city came to help so as not to leave all the care of the household to the elderly woman. The whole crowd moved to a forest clearing to collect hay. Towards evening, the grandmother went home to prepare dinner for her tired assistants.

It takes about forty minutes to walk to the village. Of course, the path ran through the forest. Here Ekaterina Ivanovna He has been walking since childhood, so of course there was no fear. On the way, in the forest thicket, I met a woman I knew, and a dialogue began between them about all the events taking place in their native village.

The conversation lasted about half an hour. And it was already starting to get dark outside. Suddenly, the unexpectedly encountered woman screamed and laughed with all her might and evaporated, leaving a strong echo. Ekaterina Ivanovna was in complete horror, realizing what had happened. She was already lost in space and simply became nervous, not knowing which way to go. For two hours the grandmother walked from one corner of the forest to another, trying to get out of the thicket. In a toga, she simply fell to the ground, exhausted. Thoughts already came to mind that she would have to wait until the morning until someone saved her. But the sound of the tractor turned out to be life-saving - it was towards it that Ekaterina Ivanovna headed, soon reaching the village.

The next day, the grandmother went home to the woman she met. She rejected the fact that she was in the forest, justifying this by the fact that she was caring for the beds and simply did not have time. Ekaterina Ivanovna was in complete shock and already thought that, against the background of fatigue, hallucinations had begun, leading her astray. For several years now, these events have been told to local residents with fear. From that moment on, the grandmother was never in the forest again, as she was afraid of getting lost or, worse, dying from extreme fear. There was even a proverb in the village: “The devil leads Katerina.” I wonder who was really in the forest that evening?

Third place – Dream come true

In the life of the heroine, various situations constantly occur that one simply cannot dare to call ordinary: they are strange. In the early eighties of the last century, Pavel Matveevich, who was his mother’s husband, died. The morgue workers gave the heroine’s family his belongings and a gold watch, which the deceased loved very much. Mom decided to keep them and keep them as a memory.

As soon as the funeral has passed, the heroine of strange stories has a dream. In it, the late Pavel Matveevich demands from his mother that she take the watch back to where he originally lived. The girl woke up in the morning and ran to tell her mother about her dream. Of course, the decision was made that the watch must be returned. Let them be in their place.

At the same time, a dog barked loudly in the yard (and the house was private). When one of her own comes, she is silent. But then, apparently, someone else came. And it’s true: my mother looked out the window and saw that a man was standing under the lantern and was waiting for someone to leave the house. Mom came out and it turned out that this mysterious stranger was Pavel Matveevich’s son from his first marriage. He happened to be passing through the village and decided to stop by. The only interesting thing is how he found the house, because no one knew him before. In memory of his father, he wanted to take something from him. And my mother gave me the watch. The strange stories in the girl’s life are not going to end there. At the beginning of the 2000s, Pavel Ivanovich, my husband’s father, fell ill. On New Year's Eve, he found himself in the hospital awaiting his operation. And the girl dreams again prophetic dream. There was a doctor there who informed the family that the operation would be on the third of January. In the dream, another man furiously demanded the question of what interests the girl most. And she asked how many years the parents would live. No answer was received.

It turned out that the surgeon had already told his father-in-law that the operation would be performed on January 2. The girl said that something would definitely happen that would force her to reschedule the operation the next day. And so it happened - the operation took place on January 3rd. The relatives were stunned.

The last story happened when the heroine was already fifty years old. Special health the woman no longer had it. As soon as the second daughter was born, the parent had a headache. The pain was so strong that I was already thinking about giving an injection. Hoping that the pain would subside, the woman went to bed. Having dozed off a little, she heard that Small child awoke. There was a night light above the bed, and the girl reached out to turn it on, and she was immediately thrown back onto the bed, as if something had happened electric shock. And it seemed to her that she was flying somewhere high above the house. And only the child’s strong cry brought her back to earth from heaven. Waking up, the girl was very wet, thinking that there was clinical death.