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True mystical stories about invisible spirits, good and evil housewives, poltegreists and restless terrible ghosts. If the floorboards are fastened in your house, and a strange rustling is heard from the closet at night, write to us about it. Or read the stories already sent in on how to appease the brownie and get rid of the ghosts in the old grandmother's apartment.

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My grandmother often told me about the brownie. When I heard rustling in her hut, then she said that it was the brownie who woke up and was drinking tea. I imagined him as a little man in the form of a gnome, with a cup of tea in his hand. For some reason it seemed to me that his cup was white with red polka dots. I was ten years old then. When she told her parents at home that a brownie lived with her grandmother, they only smiled, and the older brother laughed, saying that it was not the brownie that rustled, but mice. But I wanted to believe that it was just a brownie.

Time passed, I got married, built a house with my husband. When they moved in, I took the cat to be the first to enter the house, although my husband was against it, saying that these were all the superstitions that my grandmother taught me. He said that the owner should enter the house first. I insisted, and when they let the cat in, I said: “brownie, come with us, you will help us, and we will love you.” Not that I really believed it, I just wanted a brownie with a cup with polka dots to be in my house. As soon as my husband heard my words, he immediately began to scream, call me names, remember my grandmother with unkind words. And he was so inflamed that he said: “I will throw this brownie of yours out of the house by the hair!”.

My grandfather told me this story personally. He once came to visit one of the sons, that is, to my father's brother. He had a two-story small house in the private sector of the city. There was a meeting, gatherings, tea drinking and talking about this and that. In the evening, after the bath, the uncle's wife began to prepare a place for grandfather to sleep. And he asks why not on the second floor, because there is a cozy room with a window, and in summer it is hot and it will be more convenient for him there. My uncle and his wife looked at each other and reluctantly said that it was better not to sleep there. And my grandfather was a combatant, who went through the whole war and the Battle of Kursk, he asks - what, then, is the matter? Uncle, who respects his father very much and was brought up in strictness, did not evade and said that the room was strange. When we first moved into this house, I slept there myself, but something or someone did not allow me to spend the night there. Strangled, frightened, hissed. And the guests complained that it was restless there, someone was there. Well, they decided not to put anyone in this room and themselves tried to visit it less often. Grandfather, who does not believe in any devilry, and even after a couple of glasses, says: “They didn’t frighten me in the war, and even more so I’m not afraid of that. Let me sleep there!" Uncle and his wife tried to dissuade, but in vain. I will not describe how the room was prepared, everything is as usual. Further from the words of the grandfather.

When we bought an apartment in an old house, we decided not to do repairs yet, everything suited us anyway. But on the very first night they started. It got to the point that I was afraid to stay at home alone if my husband was not there, I slept with the lights on. Nobody believed me, my husband laughed, and my mother said that I was just not used to the new housing yet, and I invent my own fears, I had to redo everything in my own way. But the neighbor, a very old grandmother, advised to talk (she believed that it was he) and try to make friends with him.

Secretly from everyone (sweets), I began to talk, offer friendship, ask not to scare. I didn't get an answer, although I waited. But the very next night everything stopped, maybe this is self-hypnosis, I don’t know, but sometimes I heard that the cat was walking on the floor, but there were no animals in the house, no mice either. Yes, and mice run differently, I heard from my grandmother in the village.

In 2004, we decided with my boyfriend (now husband) to try to live together. They rented an apartment, a two-room "Khrushchev" for a year. I note right away that in the apartment the wall between the kitchen and the living room was partially demolished. The month of February, in the apartment +14, as it turned out, the batteries were clogged, so they were heated with gas (stove). One day I came home from work, cooked dinner, lit all 4 burners (for warmth) and lay down to watch TV, dozed off. I woke up from the fact that I went into the kitchen, and it turned out that while I was sleeping, the gas was turned off for a while.

Interesting story and scary at the same time. Once I came to the dacha to my boyfriend, who was already almost my husband (the groom already). The dacha was in a forest village. They arrived and I began to sweep the house, clean everything, and my boyfriend got on a bike and went to the nearest store for groceries. It was already getting dark, I cleaned everything and I think I need to go outside to turn on the light in the area. I’m walking, the plot is not small, 35-40 acres, and suddenly I see that my boyfriend is sitting on an old barrel near our street toilet and, smiling, crosses my legs, sits and shakes one leg! I'm shocked, but here again it's not there. How confused I was and what it was, how I ran into the house. I think he’s not there, he’s in the store and on his nerves again took a broom and started sweeping again and then again.

I used to spend the summer, where there were always scandals between relatives who came to visit. The people who came there (my relatives), who stayed overnight, often cursed, sometimes it came to an ax, although in the city we went to visit each other, were friends with our families and I did not notice any aggression towards each other.

My grandmother used to say that one woman and her husband used to live in this house, they drank a lot and constantly quarreled, and after their death my grandmother and father bought this house. When buying according to an old custom, it was necessary to let the cat into the house first, so that it drove out the previous owner and let the new one move in. They forgot to do this, and after that a series of scandals began. At first it was strange, but after that no one paid attention to it, especially since there were always reasons for scandals, and no one wanted to give in.

I've been working as a parking guard for about six months. I work on a schedule day after two, now I have a schedule for two days at work, one day off, that is, I practically live at work. I am in a small room (iron trailer) with two monitors, a bed, a chair and a table. Modest and cozy. But there is one peculiarity - from the first days I began to notice that on the trousers left at work, a button was buttoned up for my next shift. At first I sinned against my replacement, I thought that it was he who puts on my clothes, and when he takes them off, he fastens them. After 2 months, the shifter fell ill and another person came to his place, but with his arrival the situation did not change - the trousers were periodically buttoned up. The new shift found himself another job and quit. A new one took his place, and as before, someone unknown, either out of concern or out of prank, fastened his trousers. I began to see clearly that an unknown force lives in our tiny room, or as superstitious people call it in everyday life -. The most interesting thing is that all the negligent security guards who were negligent about their work quit their jobs, and those who drank, but wanted to get to work with us, have the feeling that he simply did not allow it. People have been caught drinking.

The question of whether ghosts exist disappears from you as soon as you carefully examine these photos. Many do not believe in the existence of parallel worlds, ghosts and ghosts. However, the line between our world and the worlds of the dead has become so thin that you can see the soul of a dead person with a camera or camera. That's just the ghosts are in no hurry to show us. They probably only appear when there is some definite meaning to it.

All provided images were carefully checked by experts who confirmed their authenticity and lack of editing. Does this mean that ghosts really exist and can be captured on camera?

Photo of a ghost in a cemetery

This photo was taken in the middle of the last century. The woman wanted to photograph the grave of her deceased relative, but when the photos were shown, everyone was horrified by what they saw: a little boy was sitting on the grave. Apparently, he clearly saw a woman photographing a grave, as he was looking directly into the lens.

Hellraiser photo

This staged photo in the style of the Wild West clearly shows a man in the background. In the photo it seems that he is either without legs or rising from the ground.

Photo of a ghost soldier

This is a real photo of a ghost, in which a dead pilot stands among the living soldiers. This photo was taken in 1919, the man behind is an airman named Freddie Jackson, who died two days before this group photo appeared.

Scary photo of a ghost on the railroad

This ghost photo was taken on a railroad track in San Antonio, Texas. The locals associate the origin of this ghost with a sad story that happened to several schoolchildren. An accident occurred at this place, as a result of which the children died under the wheels of the train.

Photo of a ghost in a car

This scariest photo of a ghost was taken by a woman, Mabel Chinnery, in 1959. On this day, she and her husband went to the grave of her mother. She took the picture on her way back from the cemetery. In the foreground is Mabel's husband, and behind her is her late mother.

Photo of a ghost behind

This picture of an old woman was taken by her granddaughter in 1997. The photo is shocking because in the background is the late grandmother's husband.

Grandmother's ghost photo

This photo was taken very recently. The woman posted it on the Internet in the hope that someone could tell her what was hiding behind her child. As she herself suggests - there is the ghost of a deceased grandmother.

Photo of the human soul

This photo captures the last seconds of a person's life. Here you can clearly see how with the last breaths of a dying man his soul leaves.

All these real photos of ghosts indicate that another world exists and it is not as far from ours as it seems to us. We are waiting for your comments and do not forget to press the buttons and

17.09.2014 09:03

Would you like to have a wallet that would attract money to you? If you believe the money horoscope, then this is quite possible, ...

Dear detective fans!

When I was working on a collection of ghost stories, it was very clear to me that no matter how implausible phenomena Nancy Dru faced, she would solve all the mysteries like a real detective. Of course, you understand that Nancy does not believe in ghosts, however, many of the strange events that occur in each story almost made her change her mind.

Well, I will not spoil your impression by retelling the exciting events that happened to Nancy Drew. Read and understand everything yourself!

Nancy! We saw him! Well, the ghost that haunts Claremont College! Plump blonde Bess Marvin was choking with excitement.

Bess decided that we just needed to go back to River Heights and tell you everything, because you are a great specialist in mystery stories, - continued Georgie Fane, Bess's cousin, a dark-haired girl with a boyish figure.

Nancy Dru's blue eyes lit up.

Well, tell me more, she asked.

Bess and Georgie were at a dance near Greyton, and during the break they went for a walk with their gentlemen along the creek that skirts the campus. That's where they saw her.

She was wearing the same gray hooded cloak she wore in life,” Bess reported.

The girls claimed that it was the ghost of Professor Sophie Hanke, who once taught science at Claremont College. Five years ago, on a stormy night, her car drove off the road into a river and crashed against a rocky bank. Professor Hanke was thrown out of the car and disappeared without a trace. Since then, a ghost has been seen several times at night, very similar to Sophie Hanke.

And sometimes there's a ghostly light flickering in her lab, Georgie said. - I know some of the students who saw him. All this is very mysterious!

The girls decided to go back to the dance, and Nancy was about to watch TV, but found herself thinking only about this story that Bess and Georgie had told her.

Finally, looking at her watch, Nancy jumped off the couch and said to her pet terrier:

Not even eleven yet, Togo. Let's go and see for ourselves, maybe it still wanders around the campus.

There were few cars, and Nancy quickly got to Greyton.

Driving around the town, she moved along a forest road that followed the bend of the river, but she did not see any ghost in the moonlight.

Well, we are not lucky, Togo, - she said to the dog, patting him on the withers.

After a while, Nancy turned toward the college and stopped in front of the science building. And suddenly her heart skipped a beat. There was a faint flickering light from the second floor window!

Nancy started the car again and slowly moved forward until she saw a uniformed guard.

You are right, miss! he exclaimed, when Nancy showed him the light. - It's really the window of Professor Hanke's laboratory!

Entering the building, they hurried up the stairs. Togo, of course, ran ahead. When the guard unlocked the laboratory door, they found themselves in a completely dark room!

He turned on the light. Test tubes and other equipment lay on the work table and looked like they had just been used. But there were no uninvited guests in the laboratory.

Looks like someone was just here,” the guard said, scratching the back of his head. "But how did that someone get in?" The laboratories are closed at night. Students cannot get here, and the laboratory itself is not yet assigned to any of the new professors!

But there are no signs of forced entry, - Nancy announced, carefully examining the lock.

At breakfast the next morning, she told her father, Carson Drew, about her nightly adventures. This message quite surprised the well-known lawyer.

An interesting coincidence! I've just been asked to take on a case involving Professor Hanke.

Drew told his daughter that shortly before Sophie's death, Hanke had managed to obtain a certain substance called florium pentose.

Unfortunately, Professor Hanke's body was never found, further complicating the matter from a legal point of view.

Everything is clear, - Nancy said thoughtfully. - Do you want me to join the puzzle?

The father smiled and put the cup down on the table.

I was hoping you would offer your services, dear. If you dig up something, it will be very cool.

After breakfast, Nancy helped Hannah Gruen, their housekeeper, clean up the dishes and went to Claremont College to talk to the Dean of the Faculty of Science, Mr. Tapley. He told her a lot of interesting things.

Sophie Hans was a rather ugly and unhappy woman, the dean said. She had a crooked nose, and her face was disfigured as a child as a result of some kind of accident. And although she was only about thirty-five, the students among themselves called her the Old Witch.

I think it made Sophie rather sharp-tongued and not very pleasant to talk to, Mr Tapley reflected, but we kept her on the faculty because she was a brilliant teacher. All the papers left from her were folded into her personal box in the laboratory. But we can't hand them over to Foster," the dean went on, "because she was never declared dead. Also, my faculty colleagues and I have been going through her notes, and I can assure you there is no mention of a catalyst.

Did the police look for her body in the river? Nancy asked.

Sure, but they didn't find anything. That night, a thunderstorm turned the river into such a turbulent stream that the body was most likely carried downstream. The college knows nothing about her relatives. Although ... just a few days ago, - added the dean, - a young lady named Alice Duran showed up here, who claims to be Sophie Hanke's niece.

Is she in town now? Dean Tapley considered this.

Yeah, I think she's staying at some hotel. I sent her to Professor Martin. He probably knows which one.

Mr. Tapley explained that among faculty members, Professor Abel Martin was Sophie Hanke's closest friend. And in her papers, letters were found from another close friend named Vanessa Lee, nude she has nothing to do with the college.

Nancy went to Professor Martin's office and was quite surprised to see a man in his thirties who, as it turned out, taught a course in English literature. He was tall, with tousled hair, in a tweed jacket and slacks.

I don't understand anything in the natural sciences," he said, smiling embarrassedly. - I think we became friends with Sophie because of her love of literature. Everyone was talking about her harshness, and I felt that she was just a lonely and unhappy person; we spent many wonderful evenings with her.

Once, in my youth, I managed to go to visit my college friend at the dacha. And after all, the wife was against it until the last minute: she could not stand this Valka! But I stood my ground.

It was in the distant 1990s, when I was a poor ford, just graduated from the Institute of Instrument Engineering. My friend lived richer - he had a strong house left from his parents in the village, then a farm for a dozen heads appeared - in a word, he started his own business.

At the time of our studies, we lived together in a hostel, and, of course, we ate a pound of salt. For which Valka was not loved by my wife - she knew very well how much we drank, how many young ladies we courted, and so on. Of course, I explained to her that all this was a young time - crazy. Now, they say, Valka and I are adults, settled down. But all in vain. My wife was adamant: "Legs so that he was not here! I can't see this drunk and a dog!"

In general, my missus got angry at my friend in earnest. And all because Valka talked too much when I introduced them at our wedding with Ira. Who asked him to tell the bride about our cheerful life, to tell about our adventures?! Like a woman, by God! About all night long with my guitar, about rope ladders to our classmates. About the commandant, whom we tried to please in every way, so that she would let her in to the girls. Valka, by the way, as a result was expelled from the last year for violations of discipline and countless tails. However, all this is lyricism - it's time to get down to business: to a description of that amazing incident that happened to a classmate during a trip to the farm.

On the eve of my arrival to the old comrade, I called him, of course, by city phone - there were no mobile phones then. He said what time I would be at the station, which is five kilometers from his village

You pick me up, otherwise I don’t even remember the road.

Sure, old man, don't worry! I'll meet you.

On that we said goodbye. At the appointed hour, I jumped out of the car, looked around and saw that I was standing alone, except for a couple of summer residents who hurried down the shaky ladder from the platform and disappeared into the twilight. There was no Valka. After waiting for about half an hour, I decided, until it was completely dark, to move on foot towards the village. I knew an approximate route five kilometers long. But I was very angry, I was dying to hear this farmer's explanation! Sloppy! Uniform slob! Slobber and yap! How should I be? The only thing I remembered (and I only visited him once!) was that an inconspicuous path leads towards his village, going straight from the platform into the forest. That's like her. I'm going. Half an hour later, I began to worry: in fact, the places are deaf and unfamiliar. The devil knows! Get lost again! I smoked a cigarette, went on, finally a village appeared in the distance. And I stepped up. "Well, - I think, - now I will arrange this empty nonsense and gouge it!"

At the very first house, which was almost near Kamchatka, there was a forest, on a mound sat some old man with such a wonderful carved stick, obviously made with his own hand.

Father, - tell me, please, is this the village of Mutovki? I called out to my grandfather.

The old man nodded his head gravely and stared at me mockingly.

Where do the Safronovs live? I need a Valek. Safronov Valentin.

Grandfather waved his hand in the direction of the houses and made such a movement: they say, come, now I’ll really tell you everything.

Yep, thanks a lot! I answered and walked quickly away.

I know these village old men, now he will start a conversation - you will stay with him until night. “Why are you going to the Safronovs? And who will they be? And where are you from to them? not a garden, everyone would have died long ago.

I found Valka in the big yard. He stood almost waist-deep in manure, trying to drive the squealing heart-rending pigs into the barn.

Imagine, the door was opened by the bastards! - swore Valka, not at all embarrassed by my appearance. - While I caught all ten of them, I got out of my strength! Well done for getting there! I was worried you were going back.

Yes, it was necessary! I said darkly. - You promised to meet! I don't remember the road! Walked at random. I could get lost and disappear in the forest!

Sorry! I'm sorry, old man! My wife drove off in the morning on my "Niva" to the veterinarian, and still hasn't. And then they fled. Long wandered? - Valka conciliatory slapped me on the shoulder.

No, your local grandfather helped. At the first house he sat on a mound with such a carved staff, like Santa Claus ...

Grandfather? With a staff? And, this is Palych, probably, judging by the description.

I don't know, he didn't introduce himself.

Yes, still not enough! You shouldn't have talked to him at all.

What? What is he, a leper, or what?

Yes, he is... - Valka thoughtfully scratched the back of his head. - He died about a month ago ... And his favorite stick, cut by him himself, was buried with him. He never parted with her. And always there at his hut he sat on a mound, basking in the sun.

What does dead mean? That is, I saw a ghost, in your opinion, or what? - My jaw dropped. - I hope you're joking.

No, - Valka shook his head, he seemed to be a little confused, but in his eyes I read that he was not lying. - Many of us have seen him. He scared the whole village.

Like this?

Well, every day one of the local women runs to the church in hysterics, to the priest for protection from the dead! And others fall into a swoon. They are already afraid to go to the other side of the village. At night, you can’t lure anyone out of the house at all ...

Yes go you! What nonsense!

Well, that's nonsense for you! You saw it yourself! If you want, let's go and see together if he's still sitting there! - Valka jumped out of the gate and almost dragged me along.

No, thank God, there was no one on that mound. But I believed in this mystical story. And all that evening, drinking and eating, I thought about this meeting. Why did old Palych appear to me? What makes him leave the land of ghosts and appear here, scaring the living? But the main thing - why did he look at me so thoughtfully? And what did you want to say? Maybe a warning?

For more than three thousand years, people have been fascinated by mysterious, inexplicable and eerie stories about ghosts, demons and goblins. Representatives of otherworldly forces gathered today to tell you their stories. And although paranormal phenomena are stubbornly rejected by science, nevertheless, mysterious and inexplicable cases occur throughout the history of mankind.

Egyptian ghost story

The ancient Egyptians believed in life after death and created a whole series of spells called the Book of the Dead. According to them, the only way to reach the afterlife. Exactly a century ago, Egyptologist Gaston Maspero published a translation of a well-known ancient Egyptian ghost story, which was discovered on ceramic fragments during excavations near the city of Thebes. This story tells of the spirit of a mummified man who was once a priest of the god Amon Ra. This is how the protagonist of the archaeological find describes his new, ghostly incarnation: “I wake up, but I can’t see the Sun, I can’t breathe air. Every day there is only darkness in front of me, and no one will come to find me. The archaeologist believed that the ghost could really be tormented by something. Probably, in reality, the death of the priest was preceded by some kind of accident.

Ancient Chinese Ghost Tai Po

Before he died, Tai Po served as a minister to the Chinese Emperor Xuan. These two nobles had certain disagreements. In 786 BC, the emperor executed his subordinate. However, Tai-Po vowed to return and exact revenge on his executioner. Killing the emperor outright in retaliation would be too easy. The ghost haunted and drove the royal lady crazy. Only three years later, Xuan was pierced by an arrow fired by someone from the crowd of feudal lords. That person strikingly resembled Tai-Po...

Chained Man (Ancient Athens)

The Roman senator Pliny Jr. believed that ghosts were real. True or not, now no one can verify for sure. But once he was in Athens and spent the night in a large abandoned house. The roomy dwelling had a bad reputation. Few people could live there for a long time, because at night there was a noise resembling the clanging of iron. If people had listened carefully, they would have been able to recognize the rumble of the chains. Pliny saw this man. An old man appeared before him in the middle of the night - emaciated, with a long beard and disheveled hair. There were chains on his arms and legs.

This story was passed from person to person, and when the ancient Greek philosopher Athenador heard it, he decided to go to a strange dwelling and find out the secret of the chained man. When the ghost, rattling chains, appeared before the scientist, he noted the place where the ghost disappeared in the morning. In the morning, he ordered the servants to excavate this place. There was found the skeleton of a man in chains. The body, which had lain for a long time in the ground, had already decomposed. After the remains were buried, the ghost no longer appeared in the house.

Boarded up in the bath

The writer Plutarch, who lived at the dawn of our era, told the sad story of ghosts from the Greek city of Chaeronea. Many local residents were killed there, but their souls were not at rest. They appeared to people in public baths and produced heart-rending screams and howls. Concerned authorities imposed a ban on washing in public baths. However, restless spirits still roamed the area at night.

Once a young man named Damon attracted the attention of a Roman general. He refused the commander in love, which angered him. The young man knew that he would be killed, and put together a militia. The group ambushed the commander with several soldiers and massacred them. After that, the gang was captured, and the city council of Chaeronea sentenced the rebels to death. However, the execution did not take place. Instead, all members of the city council perished. Damon and his friends went to plunder the villages. In the end, the locals grabbed the intruder and imprisoned him in the steam room of the bathhouse. Some time later, groaning phantoms appeared at this place.

Tower

Numerous gloomy castles in Great Britain are very popular among fans of the horror and mystic genre. The Tower of London has 900 years of history. There is an opinion that numerous spirits have found their refuge here, because earlier it was one of the most visited places by nobles. They say that the ghost of Arabella Stewart, the cousin of King James I, still roams here. She made a fatal mistake by marrying against the will of the monarch, after which she was imprisoned in the tower.

Aokigahara Forest

This picturesque place is located at the foot of Japan's Mount Fuji. Over the past two decades, the bodies of several dozen suicide victims have been found in the gloomy forest of Aokigahara. Why does it attract and beckon people trying to commit suicide? Local folklore ascribes a mysterious attraction to numerous ghosts that lure their new victims in a net. But even if a person who got here changed his mind about taking his own life, he is unlikely to get back out of such a dense and impenetrable forest.

Rolan Doe

In 1949, a group of Catholic priests performed an exorcism on a boy from Cottage City, Maryland. The child was handed over to the Holy Fathers under the assumed name of Roland Dou. However, regarding the alleged capabilities of the boy, there are very contradictory facts. Some sources claim that Rolan could speak ancient languages ​​and had supernatural powers. According to other eyewitnesses, the child was extremely lazy, lay on the couch and hated school. Studies have questioned the boy's supernatural powers and suggested that he was mentally unstable. One way or another, the procedure for exorcising demons from Roland Doe took place. These events inspired writer William Peter Blatty to write The Exorcist, published in 1971. Two years later, the book was made into a hit movie.

The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall

One of the most famous photographs of ghosts is considered to be a picture taken in 1936 in Norfolk, UK. The camera captured the image of the Brown Lady, who lives in the estate of Raynham Hall three centuries ago. Some experts believe that the effect in the picture was caused by a double exposure. However, the huge 2,833-hectare estate has a long haunted history. For three centuries, a woman in a brown robe wanders through her former possessions. This may be Dorothy Townshend, who died in 1726 allegedly of smallpox. In fact, she was killed by an angry husband, Lord Townshend, who found out about the betrayal. The ghost often came and frightened the inhabitants and guests of this estate.

Ghost of the Hampton Court Hotel

And again, good old England appears before us, with its centuries-old castles and "skeletons in the closet". The Hampton Court Hotel is located in Surrey. A mysterious spirit often appears here. In 2003, a video camera installed in a hotel captured an image of a skeleton dressed in medieval robes closing an open fire door. The ghost was nicknamed Skeletor and the story received a lot of media attention. This was seen not only by security personnel, but also by visitors.

Probably, in addition to Skeletor, there is another ghostly inhabitant here. Presumably this is the phantom of Catherine Howard, one of the wives of King Henry VIII, falsely accused of adultery. Having shown serious resistance, she was nevertheless thrown into the Tower and then executed. Thus the king decided to make room for his next wife, Anne Boleyn.

Amityville

Our final story is perhaps one of the most famous in America. Ronald Defeo Jr. was convicted of killing his mother, father, and four of his siblings in 1974. Arriving at the scene of the tragedy in the house of the small town of Amityville (New York), the forensic experts were quite puzzled. There were no silencers on Ronald's weapons, but there were no signs of a struggle. A year later, a new family moved in. The house was bought at a discounted price. A month later, the inhabitants of the gloomy dwelling began to hear voices everywhere, and the little daughter made an imaginary friendship with a red-eyed pig named Jody.

The paranormal activity continued. The dwelling attracted swarms of flies, loud knocks were heard in the walls, and the furniture moved spontaneously. Paranormal researchers Edd and Lorraine Warren were called to help the residents of the house, who also encountered an unknown force. This house is still standing, and the plot of the tragedy formed the basis of the book "The Amityville Horror" and the film of the same name.