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RUSTY SCISSORS

Last year, I had to fly to another city for business reasons. I needed to spend one night there, so I opened my laptop and found a cheap hotel that was closest to the airport.

When I arrived at the hotel I was disappointed to see how dirty and unkempt the place was. I tried to find another hotel, but there were no rooms available anywhere. There was nothing to do, I had to stop there.

Entering my room, I felt a heavy unpleasant smell in the air. And the room itself was somehow creepy and cold. I lay down on the bed, but I was terribly uncomfortable. After shaking out the linen on the bed, I found a strange thing. It turned out to be rusty metal scissors.

"God. This is terrible!” was all I could say. “The maid didn’t even bother to clean this room properly.”

I picked them up and placed them on the bedside table. I was so tired that I immediately went to bed. I decided to complain about the scissors the next morning.

Lying down on the dirty sheets, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. At night, I dreamed a strange dream. I felt someone sitting on me, very heavy, and I felt how this someone was looking intently at me.

I don’t remember exactly what time I woke up, but the room was still dark. When I reached over and turned on the light on my nightstand, the hairs on my head stood on end.

Rusty scissors lay on my chest. Their blades were pointed at both sides of my throat and even broke the skin. Another couple of centimeters and my throat would have been cut.

SHADOW IN THE MIST

When I was little and still in school, my father often took me hiking in the mountains. One day, we were very late, not noticing how it was already getting dark. A thick fog lay on the ground, and we could hardly make out the road. My father held my hand so that I would not stumble and fall.

As we went downstairs, I noticed a small dark figure in front of us. My father suddenly squeezed my hand very tightly.

Aw, dad, it hurts! – I exclaimed.

My father looked at me. There was genuine horror on his face.

“Close your eyes!” he barked. “And don’t open them until I tell you.”

He said this in such a tone that I immediately listened to him without asking any further questions. So, holding my hand tightly, he led me through the fog.

As I thought we were passing by the place where I noticed the dark figure, I heard a faint muttering: “Die, die, die, die, die...”

The rest of the way my father was silent, and only almost at the house did he finally allow me to open my eyes. Since then, he hasn't talked about it and refused to say what it was.

20 years have passed. I came to visit my father. We shared a bottle of vodka with him and had a heart-to-heart talk, like father and son. I remembered that incident in the mountains, and I dared to ask about it again.

“Remember that little dark figure in the fog?” I said. "What was it?"

My father was silent for a while, and then quietly whispered: “It was you.”

Having said this, he drained his glass and flatly refused to talk about it further.

PHOTOS FROM THE SCHOOL TRIP

When I was in sixth grade, our entire class went on a camping trip. All the children brought cameras and cameras with them and filmed our trip. Returning to school, we began to look and show each other all the photographs we had taken, when suddenly one girl said: “OH! WHAT IS THIS?"

Everyone ran towards her to see what she saw. One photo was taken of a boy from our class while he was sitting on the bus. There was nothing strange in this photo, if not for his reflection in the window.

His face in the reflection of the window looked yellow and swollen, disfigured and distorted, and there was some kind of white shadow behind him. Looking closer, it became clear that it was a skull. It was terrible.

When the boy saw the photographs, he began to cry and became hysterical. Everyone in the class was scared. Classroom teacher sent the boy to the first aid station and forbade us all to discuss this case.

Seven days later the boy died due to a brain tumor.

WHERE IS MOM?

There was a taxi driver whose wife went missing. He had to raise his five-year-old daughter alone. My father had to work a lot, so he could not spend much time at home. He often left home in the morning and returned only late at night.

His neighbor was a lonely woman who was happy to sit with the girl when her father was not at home. Every night, the girl woke up and cried, calling for her father. But one day, she stopped crying. After listening, the neighbor heard the girl laughing. It seemed like she was talking to someone.

“Her father has probably returned,” the neighbor suggested.

She opened the bedroom door and saw the girl sitting in bed alone and laughing in the dark. There was no one else in the bedroom. The neighbor decided to find out the reason for the girl’s strange behavior.

“Who were you talking to?” she asked.

With mom,” the girl answered. “When I cried, my mother came to me, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

The woman was puzzled.

But I was here all the time and Entrance door closed,” she said. -How did she get in?

The little girl pointed to the door to the basement and whispered - She crawled out of there...

A chill ran down the neighbor's spine, and she immediately called the police.

PANTRY

When my father retired, he had a lot of free time. He began to look for something to do with himself.

“There's a lot of wasted space at the end of the hallway,” he said. “It can be converted into a storage room.”

My father, being a keen man, spent two whole days on his new project. He nailed some shelves to the wall and installed a door at the end of the hallway, creating a small closet. The next day when I returned home, my father was nowhere to be found and I noticed a shiny new lock on the closet door.

The next evening my father was not at home again. Mother was very alarmed and asked me to inspect the pantry. I broke the lock and we went into the storage room.

Inside, we found my father. He sat on the floor, his eyes expressed nothing and he quietly laughed at something. What did he do? How was he able to lock the door while he was inside? We didn't get the answer to these questions because the father went crazy. He is still sitting in his closet, looking somewhere and smiling happily at something.

EMERGENCY CALL

An emergency call was received at the duty station at approximately half past seven in the morning. An elderly, desperate woman called, she said simply terrifying things. The task force quickly responded to the call and at eight in the morning was already at the apartment of the caller, or rather her neighbors.
The seasoned investigator Kalmokov felt uneasy; he was simply turned over with fear. In appearance, a monstrous, heartbreaking dismemberment, an incredible murder, took place in the apartment. Pieces of human flesh and body parts were lying everywhere: an arm, a leg. The investigator had never seen so much blood; it seemed to be everywhere in this apartment. But the worst thing, in his opinion, was a boy of about six standing silently in the corner of one of the rooms and covering his face with his hands. According to neighbor Marya Petrovna, who discovered all this horror, the boy screamed loudly, cried and called his mother. Kalmokov was perplexed as to who dealt so horribly with the boy’s parents. He had already begun to suspect the neighbor Marya Petrovna herself of this, began to ask her intrusive questions in a rude tone in a rude manner. To which the boy, who had previously been silent all the time, said:
- Don’t yell at Aunt Masha, she’s good and kind, she didn’t do this.
Kalmokov turned and said in a whisper:
- Who?
- And that pale guy over there who sometimes crawled on our ceiling, and now stands behind you, he’s very, very angry.
The boy pointed his finger behind the backs of investigator Kalmokov and neighbor Marya Petrovna...

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“Was it or not?” - a scary story from real life

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!

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 was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would take a different road. 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.

"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 went anywhere near it again. I don't want to remember all this horror.

When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to run there slowly. He opens the door, and there is a woman sitting there. He was embarrassed and quickly closed the door.

I stood there thinking for a while and remembered that it seemed like all the guests were in the house or nearby, there shouldn’t be anyone in the garden. I opened the door again, and there was no one there. He screams and runs. They barely calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the bride’s mother in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.

It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I also fell asleep. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - either fear or cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with its ears pinned somewhere to the side nearby. I turn my gaze in that direction and see a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature sneaking across the room. With something like a face with closed eyes. He moves towards the window, holding his hands out in front of him, like a man in the dark - by touch.

I couldn't even scream from horror. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released his claws at my leg with all his might, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, walked to the window and disappeared.
The cat soon fell asleep, and I shivered in bed until the morning, afraid to even get up to turn on the light.

This incident also happened at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short ring at the door. My first thought was, what if something happened to my relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door, sleepy, and asked: who is there? Silence. I didn't see anyone through the peephole. I looked at my watch and went to bed. And as soon as I lay down, the second call immediately came.

Then I foolishly opened the door without asking questions. Behind the door stood something tall, resembling a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And where the chest was, there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone is going crazy, they’ve arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I'm coming to you. Can I log in? I answered: no. She slammed the door and went to bed. That's all. There were no more calls.

I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.

A friend of mine and her friends, having gotten tipsy, decided to summon the “spirit of Pushkin,” even though the aunts were already adults, all at least 40, but such childhood had come over them.

We had fun and fooled around. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend’s dacha, and everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, the radiators rattled, as if they were moving a stick back and forth across them. The peak was when a certain “force” pulled off the blanket from one of the ladies. Another received a blow to the cheek and even had an abrasion. It ended up that I had to send the priest out to clean the house. Oh, he swore! He said that they “let in a restless spirit.” But I cleared it, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And from scratch.

Oh, it’s better not to tell me, they won’t believe it anyway... When my father died, my grandmother, my mother and I decided to lie down in one room; in the other there was a coffin. Grandma quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I lay still and thought, thought, thought... And suddenly we clearly heard our father’s snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand, “Did you hear?” - “Yeah” - “Oh, mommies...”.

The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us to not leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives began to arrive early in the morning. Still no one believes. But we couldn’t have heard the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral service, his face changed, it became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw him off from home and attended the funeral service.

I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father built was at the stage of walls. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the ground floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed in there with the neighbor girls and a battery-powered tape recorder. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t take pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the folded hook jingled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.

We hid. Then this someone came into the house and went through the rooms. We heard footsteps - but through the cracks in the floor we could see that there was no one in the house! Then the steps started to leave, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and saw no one. The steps died down - we crawled out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house has been completed. My brother’s wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks carefully at one point.

One day - I was six years old - I woke up as if with a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table that stood behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light was falling from it! But I didn’t even have time to think about it or turn my head to look...

A chilling sound split the silence of the room. I turned sharply towards the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of a monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but its palms with outstretched fingers were facing me - one hand was at the shoulder, the other extended forward, attacking me... The creature's hair stood up, framing its head in a halo, its huge eyes glowed with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to severe stuttering I was unable to say anything...

After my grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. We went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “This is probably grandfather. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.

I told my mother later, it turns out she also heard the stomping and also fell asleep peacefully. But my grandfather’s son-in-law (my mother’s sister’s husband, my uncle) stayed up longer than us. He heard the door to the neighboring house slamming and something rumbled in the hallway. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers and didn’t hear anything else.

I was 12 years old then, maybe younger, and I was left at home alone. Parents went to visit friends or on some business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by forest.

So I decided to call my mother to find out when my parents would be home. I call and hear voices. I thought there was a problem on the line, I called back again, heard the voices again, and listened. And there two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was most likely a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard and would definitely find me by phone number.

I couldn’t call my parents, I thought I’d run into those cannibals again. Alone, the house is big, breaking a window is a piece of cake.

The younger of my two cousins ​​was getting married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was scheduled. The answer made her tense: this is the day of death of her mother, my grandmother, and, accordingly, the grandmother of my cousin. In response to the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for grandma.”

A week before the wedding, the bride's parents arrived at the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered around and went into our parents’ bedroom. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall and almost lost consciousness; the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.

It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought that she woke up), and next to her, leaning over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not appropriate to do this, we must honor it.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photograph on the wall. This was my grandmother.

By the way, they lived only two months after the wedding, then they ran away. The story is not made up.

Artist I. Oleynikov

It is absolutely clear that horror stories happened not only in the old days. They still happen now. Nearby, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since on the next street and in the neighboring area there are no vampires, no space aliens, no people with bear heads, all these today's stories have an absolutely everyday flavor.

With a focus on human meat pies, bags of blood and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "It was today, it was yesterday."

In city N there was a hotel that was notorious. A red light was burning above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were missing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a place to stay for the night. The director replied that free seats no, except for that ill-fated room with the red light. The guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The hotel director gave him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and feather beds and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night as well. It’s already past eleven, it’s almost twelve, but sleep doesn’t come. It's struck midnight!

Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She tore the pillow with terrible force and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly got dressed and went to look for the hotel director. But he wasn’t there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough search. One of the policemen noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Having unscrewed the screws and moved the bed, the police saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. Pressed the button. The lid of the chest rose sharply, but silently. And the Black Hand appeared from it. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were as many as seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second one - skeletons lay there. They opened the third one - there was only skin there. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood was dripping into basins. In the fifth, people in white coats were cutting up corpses. We went into the sixth room - people stood along long tables and packed blood into bags. We went into the seventh - and were dumbfounded! The hotel director himself sat there on a high chair.

The director admitted everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, it was required large quantity donor blood. The director was associated with one of the states. He was offered to organize the production of such blood for a huge sum, and he agreed and developed a plan with the Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine shape and a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room disappeared. The city now lives calmly and sees at night beautiful dreams.

One day, a mother sent her daughter to the market to buy pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old lady said. That the pies have already run out, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her to pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl’s mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She didn't find her daughter. I bought some pies from the same old lady and returned home. When she took a bite of one pie, she saw a blue nail in it. And her daughter just painted her nails this morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police arrived at the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, sat them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human meat. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it at the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her life imprisonment.

A taxi driver is driving late at night and sees an old woman standing by the road. Votes. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, I need to see my son!” The taxi driver says: “It’s late, I need to go to the park.” But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: “Wait for me here, I’ll be right back!”

Half an hour passes and she is gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to something else!" The taxi driver says: “What are you talking about! It’s night already!” And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay you well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He’s not here either. Take it,” he says, “to something else!” The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman left. She doesn't exist and doesn't exist. The taxi driver's eyes were already starting to droop. Suddenly he hears the door open. He raised his head and saw: an old woman standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is bloody, his hands are bloody, he picks out a piece of meat from his mouth...

The taxi driver turned pale: “Grandma, did you eat dead people?”

A police captain was walking through an abandoned old cemetery at night. And suddenly he saw a large White spot. The captain pulled out a pistol and began to shoot at him. But the spot continued to fly towards him...

The next day the captain did not show up for duty. We rushed to look. And his body was found in the old cemetery. The captain had a pistol in his hand. And next to it lay a bullet-ridden newspaper.

One girl, her name was Lena, went to the cinema. Before leaving, her grandmother stopped her and told her that under no circumstances should she take a ticket to the 12th row in the 12th seat. The girl didn't react. But when she came to the cinema, she asked for a ticket to the second row... The next time she went to the cinema, her grandmother was not at home. And she forgot about her instructions. She was given a ticket to the 12th row in the 12th seat. The girl sat down in this place and, when the lights went out in the hall, she fell into some kind of black basement. There was a huge meat grinder in which people were ground. Bones were falling out of the meat grinder. Meat and skin - and fell into three coffins. Lena saw her mother next to the meat grinder. Mom grabbed her and threw her into this meat grinder.

One woman often had guests. These were men. They had dinner all evening. And then they stayed. And what happened then, no one knew.

From Yesterday, 11:35

One night at 3 am there were flashing lights outside my bedroom window (which is on the second floor) and the smell of incense. I was scared, so I woke up my mom (who is the most skeptical person ever) and asked her to watch while I closed the windows. At first she grumbled about how she had to wake up because of this, but then she became silent when she came into my room. I closed the windows, then we both went to bed.

The next day I felt pretty stupid when I let my imagination get the better of me, so when I saw my mom I said, “Hey mom, sorry about last night.” She replied: “It’s okay, I saw it too.”

When a person feels bad, he looks for a way out. When a person feels very bad and there is no way out, he will look for the most absurd solutions. He clings to every straw that can improve his life a little. What if everyone around you feels bad? Only a few are satisfied with their lives; the rest have massive depression. What then? Then dishonest people can make good money by offering others the illusion of such a straw.

In the mid-nineties, several countries experienced a financial crisis, rampant crime and a sense of hopelessness. And there have always been scammers. Now they operate more on the Internet on message boards, but then they loved mysticism more. People went to various fortune tellers, magicians, etc. I want to talk about the stupidest (in my opinion) way of making money on mysticism. It’s very strange that someone fell for it, it’s strange now, but maybe for some it was the straw.

People appeared at the bazaar, on trains and even in many organizations who were selling... Words. Yes, it sounds funny, but they really sold words. They claimed that these words were unusual, knowing them, you could solve any problem and force others to obey you.