One of my acquaintances, a mountain hiker, told me this story.
Further from the narrator's perspective:

We moved from the village to the mountains. It was a wonderful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. A kilometer from the village we found strawberry thickets, ate our fill and moved on. On the first day we climbed one peak (it was very difficult to climb). Our guide showed us from the top of Hoverla on the horizon, showed us the Montenegrin ridge and in which direction Transylvania is located. We went down at about five o'clock, took a break below, and, happy and well-fed, went on. Here it must be said that it gets dark quite quickly in the mountains, as soon as the sun sets behind the mountains. It was getting towards evening, we were walking along one of the ridges and decided that we needed to look for a place to spend the night. Below, to our left, an almost bare slope began, and then there was a rather dark and dense pine forest. In general, we collected firewood, lit a fire, and set up tents. The girls prepared dinner and we all ate together. We made some tea (ordinary black tea in the mountains with the addition of herbs is something) and began to tell stories. Meanwhile, the sun had already set and the sky was overcast, although the sun had been shining all day. Well, we told a few stories by the fire and gradually began to disperse to our tents. I went down to the forest to relieve myself before going to bed. Downstairs, when I turned off the flashlight, I already felt uneasy. This is a very creepy feeling when you are standing in the dark, there is an ancient forest around you, and you are constantly listening and peering into the darkness (though, when you turn on a flashlight, it gets even worse, because you only see tree trunks, the light of the flashlight does not penetrate further, but anyone in the forest can see you perfectly).
So, I returned to my tent and climbed into it. I talked with the girls some more, then they decided that it was time to go to bed, they turned off the flashlight, they lay down, but no one could sleep. Here, somewhere else, lightning flashed and the rain began to beat on the tarpaulin of the tent in large drops. One of the girls whined quietly, I calmed her down, rolled over and tried to fall asleep. But then I heard footsteps. Of course, at first I thought that it was one of our people (there were three of us in tents) who went outside, but the steps... they were too heavy. It was as if someone very large was slowly moving from foot to foot. And walked around our tents. I pulled the ax closer to me and was very glad that our tent had a “dressing room”. In general, I don’t know how long these steps continued, but in the end sleep overcame fear and I fell asleep. The next morning it turned out that everyone heard the steps, but no one left the tents. Everyone lay there and was afraid. It was a terrible night...

And just a comment on this story:

I once wrote to an old friend, with whom I went to the same school as a child. We hadn’t seen each other for 10 years, and when I learned that she lived not far from me, I invited her to visit on occasion, saying, come over for tea, we live nearby, let’s sit and reminisce about our childhood. Well, he invited and invited her, like an old acquaintance, completely without any ulterior motive. And so, we sit, drink tea, talk, we talk for a long time - I look at the clock, it’s already past midnight - I understand that my friend is clearly in no hurry to go home. I start hinting from afar, saying that I have to get up for work tomorrow, but oh, how I don’t want to, and sleep, they say, there are already 5 hours left. Is sitting. It should be noted that I did not notice any hints, coquetry or other signs from her throughout the evening - an ordinary conversation between two childhood friends. Well, I think it's okay. I make myself and her in separate beds. She asked to take a shower, and although I still didn’t fully understand her intentions, taking advantage of her absence, I still put the “essential item” under the mattress, just in case.

It turns out that he immediately starts a conversation again in the style of: “Do you remember Romka? Petka-Vaska-Natasha.” Those. hints - well, zero at all. And so we go to bed, turn off the light - she rustles in the dark, undresses, lies down in her bed and with a playful intonation deliberately declares: “Only I will sleep without a top, don’t peek!” “Okay,” I say. And in order to finally dot all the i’s, I make a joke: “If it’s scary to sleep alone, come!” “And I’m already scared!” And she jumped into bed with me, half naked, all pressed against me, giggling, throwing her leg over me. Well, there’s nothing to guess about. And as soon as I begin to touch her with my hand, she suddenly jumps up and exclaims in a completely indignant tone: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!” I, of course, was taken aback by this reaction, and couldn’t say anything other than “well... uh...”. She lay back and snuggled again. I lie there and frantically think about what I’m doing wrong and what I should do next. I don’t touch, I’m silent. Think. After just a couple of minutes I hear him sniffling. I'm quietly freaking out. In the morning, as if nothing had happened, she woke up, cheerfully thanked her for the pleasant evening of memories, and went home.

After this incident, I generally shied away from girls for a long time. He completely refused to understand what was going on in their heads. Even to this day I cannot understand what happened then and what intentions motivated my friend. So don’t blame yourself - perhaps your classmate was really just scared at first, then just cold, and then just hot. Sometimes it is impossible to guess what a woman wants.

I propose to dedicate this post to such juicy stories that still haunt you.

At night we woke up from the sound of someone quacking sharply, and this quack ended with a barely noticeable crunch. Then we heard someone walking around the tent, rustling branches. I took the phone, turned on the screen, it was 2:17 am. Shining the screen, I found a knife and, daring, shouted: “Who’s there?” The rustling suddenly stopped, as if whoever was walking suddenly stopped. Then there was a sound like someone chuckled. And then the completely indescribable began: slowly, between the buttons of the closed tent, parting the tarpaulin, an object similar to a cow’s horn, thick, with black hair at the base, stuck into the tent. This was accompanied by the sound: “buude, buude, buude.” The sound or “voice” was very strange, low and loud, and the manner of “pronunciation” was similar to the way the deaf speak. My ears were ringing with fear. Who or what was it? The horn remained in the tent for just a few seconds, then suddenly disappeared, the sound of retreating footsteps was heard, and then everything became quiet. We sat in the tent and did not dare to leave until the morning.
As soon as morning came, we went out and saw a cross in front of the tent! It was made from two sticks and wrapped with grass and branches and stuck into the ground. Since the phone remained clutched in my hand, I took a photo of it. I was sure that he had not been there yet in the evening! And the most important thing! Musya is missing! The peg, leash and collar remained in place, only the collar was torn. It didn't take us long to realize that it was extremely unsafe to stay here. We called Musya, but we guessed that it was useless: she never ran away, and the torn collar made us understand that it was useless to call and search. Leaving the tent and grabbing everything we needed, we rushed back to the car. And we reached the city without incident.
For a long time we did not dare to return there, but it was a pity to leave the tent, and after some time we finally returned. And, oddly enough, for a long time they could not find the place where they stopped for the night. We got lost until we noticed something strange: quite a lot of tree trunks were cut either with a knife or a machete, and some even had drawings on them (photo). And suddenly we noticed some object in the bushes. Approaching it, we were dumbfounded: we saw a clearing with a dug-out dugout, and everything said that they LIVE here (photo). And when they saw the remains of a tarpaulin (possibly from our tent) and our Arkhyz bottle, we realized that it was useless to look for our things. Suddenly it became very alarming, and we, not daring to stay here for long, quickly left. No matter how much we wandered, we, of course, never found the tent.
Returning to the road, we saw another cross! It resembled the one that was discovered that terrible morning, and... near the car... Musya, or rather, her almost rotten corpse. I swear she wasn't there when we arrived...
A year has already passed, but I am not left with a depressed state and some kind of detachment. Needless to say, we never went into the forest again. And a month after this incident, my wife left for someone else, and I became seriously ill. I can’t write anymore, it’s bad and painful.

I don’t see the point in talking about myself in too much detail. I don't think you'll be interested in this. Let me just say that my name is Evgeniy and I love to travel to the point of trembling in my legs, and often visit different places. Of course, constant travel around the world took me to different hidden corners. Traveling was both funny and sad, but it was never lonely.
I was always with friends or with people who also love to travel. I want to tell you the best of my stories and, of course, the worst of them. I won’t bother you with a long introduction and today I’ll tell you about one of the hikes that my friend and I went on. The funny thing is that he didn’t see anything, because he was sleeping peacefully, and at that time I... In general, it was in the midst of summer.
Maksimka and I, he was about thirty years old at the time, it should be noted that we were the same age, were going camping for the weekend. We weren’t seen in serious relationships with girls at that time, so no one stopped us, and we happily loaded our tents and set out towards the endless Russian expanses. The weather was wonderful: the sun was hot and the mood was excellent. We drove quite far, or rather deep - into the very depths of the forest. Fortunately, our off-road vehicle allowed this, and, having unloaded our backpacks and tents, cheerfully discussing our wonderful journey, we began to prepare a camp site. A little beer with fish, in the evening barbecue on the fire and under the crackling of dry branches and bright sparks flying from the fire, illuminating the forest thicket, we are already discussing life’s problems. In general, the trip was a success! And with a pleasant warmth in our stomachs and trembling in our souls, we went to bed.
This is where the backstory ends. Max had been asleep for a long time, while I was planning my life to the singing of crickets and other forest animals. Oh, yes, if you haven’t guessed yet, we went to sleep not in the open air, but in rather cozy tents. We decided to take one big one, so Max was snoring somewhere nearby. It was because of this that I did not immediately hear how someone’s snoring began to come from the street. Somewhere there, behind the rag door of the tent, there was clearly someone. At first it was even breathing, then a snorting, but when the sound was heard very close, I began to feel it more and more clearly. My head lay against the very wall of the tent, and I clearly heard someone’s hot breathing a centimeter from my face. Of course, whether it was hot or cold, I could not know. It was all a play of my imagination, driven by terrible fear. He shackled my limbs, and I couldn’t move, and when Maxim suddenly decided to turn over on the other side in his sleep, I almost gave in, despite the fact that, it seemed, I couldn’t do it. But adrenaline was already boiling in my blood, and it was becoming difficult for me to control myself. Meanwhile, what was walking on the other side of the tent came so close that it slightly pressed a tubercle on the rag wall, apparently sniffing out a tidbit, which could very well be me. Snorting once again, someone began to move away. Only now large goosebumps ran from my back all over my body, lifting every hair of mine. I did not dare to leave the tent, but in the morning I looked with curiosity at the strange footprints near our overnight stay. These were prints of human hands and feet. Of course, Max and I decided that these were his and my footprints left after we set up the tent during the day. It seems like they agreed on this. But this was only the beginning of my travels and adventures, so then this version was the only one. And only now I realized that these were not the tracks of Max and me.
In the following stories you will understand that the world is not as simple as you see it.

Everyone thinks: “Nothing supernatural can happen to me!” But the time comes and otherworldly forces, which seemed unreal, illusory and distant, unceremoniously invade our familiar and explainable world. How does a person live after he learns that there is something next to him that previously seemed fantastic and unattainable?

Incident on a hike

This story happened to my friend many years ago when he was a student. In the summer, during the holidays, he and three of his friends decided to go hiking in Western Ukraine. Moreover, it was supposed to travel some distance by train (to a certain settlement), walk part of it, and sail part of the river on an inflatable boat. We planned it and did it.

We reached the village, loaded up with provisions, and walked through the forest to the river. They had a map with them, but it was probably not very accurate, because they walked for a long time, the river near which they planned to stop was not at the indicated place, and meanwhile evening was approaching. And suddenly, on the path along which they were moving, a grandmother appeared, warmly dressed in a precocious manner. The tired guys asked her how far it was to the river. Grandmother looked at them carefully and said: “There is no river here. It would be better if you guys returned home.

Because there's a black cat walking around here. She will eat you and drink you." Deciding that the old woman had lost her mind, the guys, laughing, went on and very soon reached the river, which was marked on the map. Here they pitched a tent, inflated the boat, prepared dinner, and, according to On the occasion of a long-awaited vacation, they drank a bottle of port, sat near the fire, sang songs with a guitar, and began to go to bed. Their tent was cramped, and one of the tourists, Genka, volunteered to spend the night in the open air in an inflatable boat so that “no one would snore in his ear.” "We fell asleep quickly - the physical activity during the day took its toll. What happened next: in the middle of the night, three friends who were sleeping in a tent were awakened by a loud meow. Not even a meow, but rather a howl - ominous and sad. Moreover, the sound from each As the seconds went by it became louder and louder.

There was a full moon in the sky, and the shadow of a large cat moved along the canvas wall of the tent. The animal not only walked around, but also tried to tear through the fabric of the tent with its claws. My friend said that the thought immediately arose of Genk, who was sleeping outside. But the horror that gripped the boys (I remembered the words of the strange grandmother) made them unable to do anything. The cat howled and scratched into the tent almost until dawn, and then disappeared. Even after everything calmed down, the guys did not immediately crawl out of cover. And this is what they saw: Genka was lying on the grass, completely naked (his things were piled up nearby), and the inflatable boat was missing. When everyone woke him up, it turned out that he had heard nothing and absolutely did not understand what had happened.

The boat was found half an hour later: it was hanging high on a tree. With great difficulty we managed to remove it. That's all. There are no explanations. And Genka died of leukemia that same year.

Wandering Guest

Lately I’ve gotten used to the fact that I just attract failures and troubles with frightening frequency. I even began to treat it with humor. But one of the next adventures really scared me.

I don’t like the dark, and most often the floor lamp is on in my rooms in the evenings, even when I leave the house. And so, one winter evening, the dog began to whine and huddle towards the front door - she thought that she wanted to go for a walk. Then I was surprised that he immediately let me put a leash on him, because usually I have to run after him throughout the apartment or pull him out from under the bed. Rejoicing at my small victory over the obstinate dog, I put on my hat and leave the house. It's minus thirty outside, there's a full moon, there's a cold wind - real Siberian romance. In order to enter the dog walking area, you need to climb the stairs. And this miracle of architectural activity is located almost parallel to the windows of my apartment. At some point I just look at the second floor and see: the black silhouette of a person flashes through our windows, as if someone is running from room to room. At first I thought they were thieves. The idea arose in my head to go lock the common door and call the police, when suddenly it dawned on me: “Lord, he’s walking through the walls!” We have four windows: the first two are in one room, and there is a wall between the remaining two. Basically, I’m standing on a cold street and I just don’t know what to do. I call my friend and tell her what’s going on. She convinces me not to do anything and call someone for help. For some reason, her alarmed chirping gave me confidence and moral strength, and I decided to act. Staying in touch with my friend, I went home. I go into the apartment, look into all the rooms, and take the dog with me. It seems like no one is visible, my friend is trying to cheer me up. I let the dog go, she wanders to her place, and suddenly the electricity goes out. And at this very moment the dog begins to bark in the corridor. I'm hysterical. I call the dog, but I can’t stop the barking.

I left the room, I didn’t turn on the flashlight, because I thought that if, God forbid, I saw something, I simply wouldn’t survive. A friend is on the phone trying to figure out what's going on. I hear something falling with a crash in the kitchen. At this time the light turns on. Me and the dog, led by the collar, and with my friend’s voice on the phone, I go to the kitchen. There are dishes dumped from the sink onto the floor, which my mother asked me to wash earlier in the day. I ended up washing the dishes and the floor.

Since then, nothing like this has happened in the house, but the dog barks at corners and emptiness from time to time.

Digital Phantom Attack

I’ll say right away: everything that happened to me is the pure truth, but unfortunately there is no evidence and only two people can confirm the veracity of this incident - me and my girlfriend.

A very strange story happened to me yesterday at 14:16 local time. As usual, I talked to my girlfriend on Skype - such a connection is the only way that allows us to see each other often, because we live in different cities. That time, for some reason, we touched on the topics of killer files, anomalous paintings and other devilry.

After exchanging opinions (as well as a couple of pictures), we moved on to solving other issues, when suddenly the conversation was interrupted by the ringing of my home phone. Automatically looking at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, I apologized to the girl, asked her to wait and, throwing my headphones on the table, ran to the kitchen to the phone. But when I picked up the phone, I heard only silence, among which muffled, hoarse breathing could be discerned.

Repeating politely: “Hello?”, I waited a little and hung up, attributing the strange behavior of the interlocutor to a malfunction of the telephone and, in general, to the negligent behavior of telephone service employees who had screwed up the connection. I was about to go back to the room when a new trill from the house phone stopped me. In response to my “hello” there was again silence and rare muffled sighs. Having hung up the phone, I waited a little on the threshold of the kitchen (what if the call was repeated?), and then moved into the room. And suddenly everything swam before my eyes, sickening light spots danced around, a sharp unpleasant sound hit my ears, blood rushed to my temples, and heaviness appeared in my legs.

Approaching the computer, I sat down on a chair and, putting on headphones, turned my blurry gaze from the table to the monitor, and was horrified - my girlfriend’s face froze and occasionally trembled.

The lips were tightly compressed, and from the speakers, instead of the usual speech, a distorted, accelerated voice was heard, which said something incomprehensible, inarticulate with an unnatural, frightening intonation. Then the girl’s face became distorted, blurred, and began to slowly dissolve in the matte whiteness of the monitor, and I, fighting a sudden nausea, turned off Skype.

A little later, having come to my senses, I called the girl back and told her about what had happened. With every word I said, the girl’s eyes widened more and more. It turned out that I described the same thing that happened to her. Checking both computers for viruses did not produce any results, and I cannot say with certainty whether it was a virus, since in the evening the call to my home phone was repeated. I felt like someone mysterious was smiling ominously on the other end of the line...

Doomed to loneliness

This story was told to me by my great-grandmother Masha, a very wise and wonderful person in all respects. As she herself admitted, it was the most mysterious and incomprehensible event that she had to witness...

Petrovka is an ordinary village where people lived cheerfully and quite amicably. They never had to deal with anything supernatural... until a certain point. A girl, Katerina, lived there, and she was madly in love with a young guy named Ivan. She loved him, but he didn’t love her. She suffered, and he only made fun of her. Ivan was very handsome, and it was not new to him that some girl was crazy about him. Everything would have continued like this if Ivan and his friends had not come up with a cruel joke. They decided to give Katerina a note, supposedly from Ivan, which said that he would be waiting for her in a birch grove. In fact, they were going to send Arsyushka, the local fool, to meet her; they wrote him the same note on behalf of Katerina. And then they spread the word throughout the village that Katerina was making love to a fool in a birch grove. Of course, village people don’t need a lot of information to create gossip.

Yes, another woman saw Katerina and Arsyushka coming out of the grove and roaring, but it is not clear why. Bad rumors spread throughout the village, God knows what they started talking about Katya... One can only imagine how desperate the girl was, how ashamed she was to look her parents in the eyes. And then the man she loves walks by and shouts offensive words after her. When this happened again, she couldn’t stand it. She caught up with him, tried to hit him, to take revenge for all the pain he had caused, scratched him, tore his shirt. And everyone decided that she had lost her mind. They began to pull the girl away from Ivan. She only managed to shout to him: “You will not be happy in love!” And two days later the whole village learned that Katerina had drowned herself.

Five years have passed since then. Everyone had already stopped thinking about the unfortunate drowned woman. Everyone except Ivan - he felt guilty. But it was this feeling that made him change for the better, settle down, become kinder, wiser. His parents died, and he was left alone in his spacious hut. But the loneliness did not last long. He fell in love with a young girl named Anna, who at that time was 17. It cannot be said that she was a beauty, but she had a gentle disposition and a kind heart. They got married and lived in the hut left by their parents. And it seemed that nothing could destroy happiness, but only a week passed after the marriage, and the devilry began.

Every night at exactly midnight, strange things happened in their house. At first it was just inexplicable sounds: light steps, sobs and sighs. Then it became cold in the hut, and there was a whiff of dampness from somewhere, and someone was constantly rattling dishes. But the most unpleasant thing: the newlyweds were overcome by unreasonable feelings of fear and despair, they did not know what to do and who to turn to, no one believed them, since nothing like this had ever happened in the village before.

But all of the above was just the beginning of trouble. Then the young bride began to melt before our eyes: day by day she became weaker and paler. It was as if life was slowly leaving her. Literally a month after the wedding, she could not move. The doctors shrugged their shoulders: it was impossible to identify the cause of her decline. And two months later she died. Ivan suffered greatly. But the day after the death of his beloved, all this devilry stopped. But it happened again 5 years later. Ivan married again, and all this devilry began again, and two months later he had to mourn his young wife.

He realized how destructive his love was for women, and lived alone for the rest of his life. This is how this man was haunted by the curse of a young drowned woman.