Horrible stories about evil spirits. Evil spirits, their manifestations - eyewitness accounts

I will give here the stories of two people who became eyewitnesses of the action of otherworldly forces that were not explainable to them from a logical point of view.

A long time ago, back in the pre-revolutionary years, a certain engineer from Lvov was involved, by the will of fate, in a nightmare adventure. He went on a business trip to a small town. I stayed at a hotel there.

“I was given a room at the very end of a long corridor,” he later recalled. - With the exception of me, not a single visitor happened to be in the hotel at that time. Having locked the door with the key and latch, I went to bed and put out the candle. Probably no more than half an hour had passed when, by the light of the bright moon that illuminated the room, I saw quite clearly how the door, which I had previously locked with a key and latch and which was directly opposite my bed, slowly opened. And at the doorway appeared the figure of a tall man armed with a dagger, who, without entering the room, stood on the threshold, suspiciously examining the room, as if with the goal of robbing it.

Struck not so much by fear as by surprise and indignation, I could not utter a word, and before I was about to ask the reason for such an unexpected visit, he disappeared through the door. Jumping out of bed in great annoyance at such a visit, I went to the door to lock it again, but then, to my utter amazement, I noticed that it was still locked with a key and a latch.

Struck by this surprise, for some time I did not know what to think. Finally, he laughed at himself, realizing that all this was, of course, a hallucination or a nightmare caused by too much dinner.

I lay down again, trying to fall asleep as quickly as possible. And this time I lay there for no more than half an hour, when I again saw a tall and pale figure enter the room. Entering the room with a stealthy step, she stopped near the door, looking at me with small and piercing eyes...

Even now, as if alive, I see in front of me this strange figure, who had the appearance of a convict who had just broken his chains and was about to commit a new crime.

Mad with fear, I mechanically grabbed the revolver that was lying on my table. At the same time, the man moved away from the door and, like a cat, took several sneaking steps, with a sudden jump he rushed at me with a raised dagger. The hand with the dagger fell on me, and at the same time the shot of my revolver rang out.

I screamed and jumped out of bed, and at the same time the killer disappeared, slamming the door hard, so that a rumble went down the corridor. For some time I clearly heard footsteps moving away from my door. Then everything was quiet for a minute.

A minute later, the owner and servants knocked on my door with the words:

What happened? Who shot it?

Haven't you seen him? - I said.

Whom? - asked the innkeeper.

The man I was just shooting at.

Who is this? - the owner asked again.

“I don’t know,” I answered.

When I told what happened to me, the owner asked why I didn’t lock the door.

For pity’s sake,” I answered, “is it possible to lock her up tighter than I locked her?”

But how, despite this, the door still opened?

Let someone explain this to me. “I absolutely cannot understand this,” I answered.

The owner and servant exchanged significant glances.

Come on, dear sir, I'll give you another room. You can't stay here.

The servant took my things, and we left this room, in the wall of which they found a bullet from my revolver.

I was too excited to fall asleep, and we went to the dining room... At my request, the owner ordered tea to be served to me, and over a glass of punch he told the following.

You see,” he said, “the room given to you by my personal order is in special conditions. Since I purchased this hotel, not a single traveler who has spent the night in this room has left it without being frightened. The last person who spent the night here before you was a tourist who was found dead on the floor in the morning, stricken with apoplexy. Two years have passed since then, during which no one spent the night in this room. When you came here, I thought that you were a brave and determined person who could remove the curse from the room. But what happened today makes me close this room forever...

Reader, I don’t know if you caught all the vile, most vile background of the terrible incident in the middle of the night in a hotel room?

The hotel is empty. There are no guests in it. Finally, to the delight of the hotel owner, a guest appears - our engineer from Lvov. With a great many other free rooms, the owner gives the order to accommodate the guest in the “room with a curse.” Two years ago, a tourist died in this room under mysterious circumstances. And since then no one has lived in it.

And so the owner of the hotel, this complete bastard, decides to conduct an experiment on a living stranger! Provides him with a “sworn room”, and he himself lurks quietly in another room and waits to see what will happen to the visitor, and will anything happen at all? Will he die there, in this “sworn room”, from horror? Or will nothing happen to him? And if it doesn’t happen, then it means that the evil spirit that had been rampaging in that room for many years has already left it. She finally disappeared somewhere during those two years during which no one lived in the room... The owner of the hotel, this little bastard, is exposing an outsider, I repeat, a person, to the attack of evil spirits! The thought of conducting a “contact experiment” on himself does not even occur to him - just spend the night personally, personally in the “sworn place”.

The owner does not want to suddenly die there for an unknown reason. He feels very, very sorry for himself, his precious self. But I don’t feel sorry for the visiting person.

This is rubbish!..

So, a certain ghostly “convict” burst into the hotel room in the middle of the night with the obvious intention of stabbing another guest to death... Criminal intent was partly seen by law enforcement officials in the actions of another mysterious “intruder from nowhere.” The Kiev police were investigating his gangster raid on one house in 1926.

A direct participant in those long-standing events, criminal investigation inspector A. S. Nezhdanov, tells:

“In the fall of 1926, on a Saturday evening, the Kyiv police department received a telephone message from the head of the regional police department, Lovlinsky, that something incomprehensible was happening in one of the houses located in Demnevskaya Slobodka, a working-class outskirts of Kyiv. Spontaneous movement of objects occurs. And the owner of the house asks for the urgent arrival of police representatives.

Arriving at the place, we saw a very large crowd of people around the courtyard of a wooden house. The police did not allow people into the yard.

The head of the regional police department reported to us that in his presence there was a spontaneous movement of objects, such as cast iron and firewood in a Russian stove, a copper jug ​​standing on a marble washbasin, and others. The jug was flattened inside the washbasin. What's the matter? Is there some kind of invisible intruder operating in the house?

The case, both for me and for other police officers, was so absurd that it was difficult to believe. We began to carefully examine the kitchen and rooms to see if there were any thin wires or threads that could be used to move pots and other objects unnoticed, but we found nothing. In the house, in addition to the fifty-year-old mistress, her adult son and the tenant, the wife of engineer Andrievsky, there was also a neighbor.

Already when I was sitting in the dining room, a copper mug with water flew off the table and onto the floor. Since we, the representatives of the authorities, could not explain this “incident” to the people and ourselves, but were afraid that there might be serious incidents among the assembled population, since some believed that this was a “miracle”, while others argued that it was quackery, I was forced to invite with him to the city police an acquaintance of the owner of the house, a neighbor who, as it seemed then, influenced this whole “story.” Moreover, she warned me, as if threateningly, to sit carefully at the table in the dining room, otherwise the chandelier might fall. In response, I told her that the chandelier would not fall. And she didn't fall.

For her invitation to the city police, on Monday I received a corresponding scolding from the city prosecutor. But I was satisfied that after my departure with this woman, calm reigned in the house on Demnevskaya Slobodka.

However, after a certain period of time, when the said neighbor visited this house and met Andrievskaya, objects again began to “jump.”

As far as I remember, Professor Favorsky was involved in this incident in Kyiv, and even a large article was published in a newspaper in Ukrainian.”

A small collection of Russian ancient stories about encounters with supernatural beings.

Story – 1

One man was walking home from a christening late in the evening, quite tipsy. suddenly his friend appears towards him, having left to work a few weeks ago. The friends decided to wash their meeting with vodka. They went to the nearest inn. On the way, the man pulls out his snuffbox and begins to sniff tobacco from it.

“Oh, what a crappy snuffbox you have!” his comrade says to him. He pulled out a golden horn with tobacco and showed it to the man.

“If that’s the case, let’s switch,” the man asked.

“Come on,” the comrade agreed.

They approached the inn. Since it was late, and it was hardly possible to reach the owners from the street, the comrade advised the peasant:

- Climb under the gate, what are you thinking?

The man was about to climb under the gate when he suddenly saw that he was standing on a thin bridge that was installed on a deep river. A friend advised the man to climb into the crack, and he could drown himself.

Having recovered from his fright, the man rushed to run home. All the hops left his head. At home, he remembered the horn he had exchanged with his friend. I reached behind it and pulled out an almost fresh horse bone.

Story – 2

One day a man was riding home on a sleigh. Suddenly on the way he came across a priest in full vestments. The priest asked him to take him to the village. The man agreed. When they arrived at the place where the road ran along a terrible steep slope above an abyss, this priest, getting off his horse, began, as if frightening the man, to pull him into the abyss.

“Dad, don’t play around, otherwise not only the horses, but you and I will break our heads if, God forbid, we fall,” says the man.

The priest calmed down after that. When we arrived at the most dangerous place, this priest could not resist and again began to pull the sleigh into the abyss.

- Lord Jesus Christ! “What are you doing, dad?” the man shouted, and, swinging with all his might, hit the priest on the head. Yes, he landed so cleverly that he hit the burnt stump that appeared in this place. The man even screamed in pain.

Meanwhile, the butt disappeared without a trace, and the stump, which the man considered to be the butt, rolled into the abyss, and from there some shrill laughter was heard after it.

Only then did the man realize that it was not a real priest with him, but a devil in his image.

Story – 3

One peasant woman walked past an old dilapidated church. Suddenly she heard a child crying from under the porch. She rushed to the porch, but, to her surprise, could not find anything. Arriving home, she told her husband about everything that had happened. Another time, passing by the same church, she seemed to meet her husband, who ordered her to follow him.

They walked through the fields for a long time, and then this imaginary husband of hers pushed her into the ditch, saying:

- This will be science for you, next time you won’t tell how children cry under the church.

When the woman recovered from her fear, she somehow got out of the ditch and reached home on the fifth day.

The forest worker, who introduced himself as her husband, took her seventy miles away from the house.

Story – 4

Once a man was walking at night and saw: the church was standing, lit, and a service was going on in the church, but the priest and the parishioners had some inappropriate faces. Something is unclean, the man thought. He began to back away towards the doors. And these were unclean. They saw a man and chased him. The unclean ones look - there is not a single trace back from the church, but only to the church. They searched and searched and then abandoned it.

Story – 5

For some reason, one dead man was left in the church overnight. The church was unlocked; So a thief wandered into it. He approached the icon and wanted to rip off the robe; suddenly the dead man rose from the coffin, took the thief by the shoulders, led the thief away from the icon and lay back in the coffin. The thief was scared. Who knows, how much time has passed, he goes back to the icon. The dead man stood up again and walked away again. Do this up to three times. In the end, the thief went to the priest and repented of everything.

Hello dear readers! I urge you to believe me! This strange mystical story happened to me in the summer of 2005.

My partner and I have a small freight transportation company. To save money, we do not hire a driver, but transport the cargo ourselves in a GAZelle. The work is as simple as shelling pears: load the shipment in the city, bring it to the specified location - mainly to private shops in various villages, unload it and return to the base. There is a lot of work, we work as hard as we can, sometimes we have to earn money until midnight. On one of these nights this amazing incident happened to us.

We - me and my companion Gosha - were returning from a holiday village not far from Kstov. During the day, we were both tired, we were in a hurry to get home - so we decided to take a shortcut, which was by no means in our rules. We always drove past one of the villages along the ring road - we had to take a hefty detour, but we always made it. There was a legend among drivers that it was better not to drive past the old cemetery outside the village - it would cost you more, and even more so at night. This place is not good, any driver can tell you. We were never interested in what exactly was bad about it, but we followed a long-standing driving tradition - we drove around the cemetery even in daylight. But here we decided to take a risk - to drive past it after midnight.

In general, we are going. There is not a soul around, not a breeze, as they say, “silence, and the dead stand with scythes.” The cemetery is like a cemetery - old, with rickety crosses; the naked eye can see that no one has been buried here for a long time. It’s creepy in my soul, something is scratching. And suddenly we see a girl standing on the side of the road! Very young, in a short miniskirt and a transparent blouse. She saw us and raised her hand to vote. And my companion was sitting behind the wheel, he’s a single guy with a penchant for beauties, so he just put the brakes on. “It’s scary for us in the car,” he says, “but how can she go home past such a place? We need a ride."

The girl climbed into our gazelle and started chatting. Allegedly, she is walking home from the disco, tired, exhausted, and here is our car. He sits next to me and chirps, and bats his eyes, and pouts his lips, but I feel uneasy. Sometimes a young girl smells strangely - stinking, like coming from an old grave; and her eyes are not young - dark green, like water in an old well, cunning, unkind. And where did it come from here - the nearest club where young people gather is about fifty kilometers away, no less. She didn't walk all this way in high-heeled shoes?! The girl looks really fresh. And none of the locals will go through the cemetery.

Thinking this way, I accidentally glanced at the girl’s reflection in the side mirror - and almost went crazy. Next to me sat an old woman in a white shroud: disgusting, half-decayed, as if she had just crawled out of the grave! Only her eyes were the same: dark green, like swamp lights.

I screamed and pushed the girl out of the cabin. Gosha almost lost his mind: “What are you doing?!” - shouts. And the girl hung on the doorknob like a bulldog, wouldn’t let go, stared at me with her green eyes and was silent. And suddenly I see that the girl is not just hanging from a hand, but as if she’s floating through the air after us, and you can’t tell whether she’s a person or some kind of ghost. And a minute later the girl was gone: an old woman in a white shroud was hanging next to me, reaching out to me, looking straight into my eyes, and neither I nor Gaucher could take my eyes off her. We try to scream, the voice is gone, Gosha tries to increase the speed - his legs don’t obey.

The car's headlights went out on their own. So we drive - with the door open, in the dark, and outside the windows on one side there is a forest, and on the other there are old graves. The old woman reaches out to me, tries to grab my sweater, but I can’t move, I look into her eyes. Finally, I found the strength: I hit the old woman on the fingers with a tire iron and slammed the door. Well, I think it passed. Nothing of the kind: the old woman hung outside our window for a long time, still trying to force us to look into her eyes again. And the worst thing is - not a sound, even the night grasshoppers are silent, only the car engine growls.

My friend Lena and I really loved summoning all kinds of evil spirits. We summoned everyone: brownies, mermaids, spirits, but, being children, we did not see anything terrible in this. With each call of the “evil spirits,” we waited for what would happen next, and our childhood fantasy made us afraid. And it seemed that with every second something unusual, mystical would happen. But every time nothing happened. And little by little we started to get bored with it.

But then one fine evening everything changed. This happened in February. On one of the winter days of this month, it turns out, it was impossible to call upon evil spirits (I don’t remember which one exactly), because... on this day all evil spirits roam our world. As always, invisible to people, but busy with something special on our Earth, if you disturb her, she will become very angry.

But Lena and I were not timid girls, and we obviously didn’t want to sit at home that day, when there were so many adventures going on around you. She didn’t know about this day and I really wanted to tell her about it. I remember how my eyes burned then, how hard my heart beat, I remember those emotions that overwhelmed and overwhelmed me!

When my friend found out about this day, we, without thinking twice, began to look for something special that we could cause, risking our own lives. Our choice was the Queen of Spades and Lucifer, but after reading the consequences that could await us, we changed our minds and decided to call an ordinary brownie.

We read a new way to call a brownie, went to her room, which was located on the second floor (she lived in a private house), and began to prepare. They laid a white tablecloth on the table and put gingerbread cookies there, when suddenly her little sister Katya flew into the room. The girl simply amazed us with her behavior. She sat down on the floor next to the table and began shouting something unintelligible (she was 1.5 years old at the time). We soon figured out what the words were: “Where is my porridge?” She screamed this very loudly, began to become hysterical and cry, while repeating these words all the time. Soon Lena’s brother came (he was 8) and took the baby with him.

When everything calmed down, Lena plopped down on the sofa. She was kind of pale, I asked her: “What’s wrong with you?”, to which she replied: “Katya has never had such hysterics, and the most amazing thing is that she can’t stand porridge, and that’s the only thing.” the word already disgusts her. Moreover, she is small, then how could she open the door handle?”

Of course, we felt a little creepy, because we knew that brownies really love porridge and, perhaps, we should put some porridge on the table. But it was too late to think about it - it was time to start the ceremony. We held hands and as soon as our mouths opened, the light in the room flickered. Lena's house was new and naturally the light bulbs were also new, and outside it was an ordinary winter evening. Lena shouted to her brother if he had noticed the light flickering, but he said that he had not noticed anything like that. She went downstairs to her parents, but they also said that there was nothing mystical.

Then we got really scared. We returned to that room again, but when we approached the table, we froze and turned pale: there was no plate with gingerbread. We already decided that it was her little sister who stole the sweets, and began to read the words, when suddenly a snowball crashed into the window. We looked out into the yard, but there was no one there... After that, we didn’t dare call the evil spirits...

Ethnographer V. Peretz, who lived in the last century, in the article “The Village of Budogishche and its Legends” gives a story about “the knocking of evil spirits on the door.” Evil spirits started banging on the door of a local shopkeeper's house one night.

The owner of the house, alarmed by the knock, rushed to the door, opened it, but found no one behind it. He closed the door. Again - a loud knock and a very loud cry: “Open!” The shopkeeper opened the door again. There was no one outside the threshold.

And this continued until dawn:

- Open up!.. Open up!..

Or here is another quite typical story about the sound signals of an alien. Onchukov in “Northern Tales” quotes the memoirs of the peasant woman Stepanida from the village of Korelsky Ostrov. Stepanida once went into the forest to pick berries. As soon as she began to collect

berries, sat down near some bush, when suddenly she heard a man shouting from the impenetrable thicket of the forest. And not just a person, but a relative of Stepanida, her matchmaker Malanya. The peasant woman recognized her voice.

- Get up, let's go! - shouts.

- Let's go!

The peasant woman later told Onchukov:

“Oh, he scared me so much, a shiver went through my heart, my face changed.”

Another message on the same topic, recorded by Onchukov.

Nikolai Kuzmin from the village of Syuzan recalled: he once spent the night in a hut on the shore of a forest lake, but was unable to get enough sleep.

- It didn’t, it survived. Walks and rattles on the roof.

Several times Kuzmin ran out of the hut with burning birch bark in his hands, illuminated the roof with it, and examined it. I didn't find anyone there. And as soon as he entered the hut again, someone immediately began to stomp on the roof with their boots, walking on it back and forth.

V. Dobrovolsky, in the “Smolensk Ethnographic Collection,” published in 1891, referred to the testimony of two Russian peasants who also heard evil spirits. The men were collecting resin in the forest and were late. Night found them far from their native village. Suddenly they hear a whistle flying over the forest. He was so strong that both men's ears became blocked.

They said:

“They both got scared and started ticking.” How he whistled again! We run, and the forest above us seems to collapse from a whistle. We run, and “he” bends him down again and whistles, scaring him. We ran out of the forest, and “he” kept whipping and whistling over us; We look up and see nothing above us. They abandoned everything we had and barely ran away.

In 1927, at the Trudovaya railway station in the Chita region, an event occurred that was vaguely similar to the incident in the house of a shopkeeper in Budogishchi. According to a direct participant in the event, Fedot Dutov, on New Year’s Eve there was a commotion in the house where he lived with his parents and brothers.

“We just went to bed,” says Dutov, “we haven’t fallen asleep yet... I caught him!” On the terraces - there were large windows - there was such a knock that the windows rattled.

Fedot grabbed an ax, and his older brother Innokenty grabbed a revolver.

“We came out and there was no one,” recalls Fedot. — We walked around the entire fence - there was no one. As soon as we entered the house, they locked the door, we had not yet had time to sit down - again I was caught sicker than the old one. We went out again - no one was there. And so he tapped like this... Well, until one in the morning... This went on for about ten days, probably.

However, a much more terrible ordeal befell Akulina Suvorova from the village of Ichura, Buryat Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic. In 1943, Akulina was a young girl. Her recollection of the incident goes like this:

- Father is at the front... Mother has left for the city. She left to sell milk. We invited our girlfriends to spend the night. And that night we were “scared.” As soon as we went to bed, legs, dogs and cats, began to run across the bed. Once, twice... We got scared and crawled under the blankets. Suddenly there was a roar—crackling, thunder. Glass flew from the windows, cats screamed - and everything became quiet. We lit the smokehouse and let them search: no cats, no dogs, and, most importantly, all the glass in the windows was intact.

Scarecrow, said Akulina Suvorova.

“Yes, the scarecrow is often there,” peasant Arseny Zaborshchikov from the village of Varzuga assured folklorist Balashov on the shores of the White Sea.

And he gave the following example: “Here was the Kipokursky stream.” So while the old people haven’t put up a cross, when people travel past a stream after midnight, a full sleigh will immediately run into someone invisible, so that even the deer cannot drag the sleigh. Now the cross has fallen and is no longer frightening.

Mikhail Kozhin, Zaborshchikov’s fellow villager:

- But there was such a case. We went to dig moss. Well, they dug up, then they had a dance at the Christmas tree... And as they were about to go to bed, “it” began to sing. Sashka, my friend, whispers: “They’re singing!” And nun Anna - she was with us - and said: “Come on! Who, he says, is singing! They danced and made a lot of noise, that’s why it seems!” And she herself walks around the spruce tree, crosses herself, and reads a prayer. And in between times he shouts to us: “Tell stories!” Well, don't listen.

Kozhin also recalls another mysterious incident that was heatedly discussed in the village of Varzuga several years before the folklorist Balashov visited these places. Kozhin's fellow countrymen were driving through the forest late in the evening on a reindeer sled. We stopped for a little relief, got off the sleigh... And all around there were snowdrifts, snow, the forest like a gloomy wall.

“And suddenly,” says Kozhin, “there was a strange, noisy noise there.” Evil spirit! They let the dog down and set it on. The dog through the snowdrifts - into the forest, and then the dog began to fight there!

A couple of minutes later, a dog’s corpse was thrown out of the forest at the feet of the startled travelers. And on the sleigh there was a pile of freshly cut firewood. Cursing in unison, the men grabbed the logs from the sleigh and began to throw them one after another to where there was something strange and noisy in the thicket.

Kozhin, finishing the story, said with a grin:

“Well, when all the logs flew back and began to whine and whistle with even greater force, they fell silent.”

Great fear seized the men. Pushing, they jumped into the sleigh and, whipping the reindeer, blew away from this terrible place.

The invisible man, “scaring” in the house or in the forest, is one of the most popular heroes of epic folklore. He is active, sometimes excessively fussy, always defiantly daring, often aggressive, and in terms of the number of references to him, he ranks first in the list of heroes of the tales of the last two centuries. His tricks are endless!

Well, at least this is the case. Pomerantseva brings him. According to an eyewitness, he was traveling in winter with his friend on a sleigh through the forest. The horse harnessed to the sleigh suddenly stopped, and no prodding could move it from its place. An eyewitness reports:

“And suddenly something invisible fell from the sleigh, like a pound of iron!” And it rolled and knocked to the side.