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I want to dedicate my confession to a man under the well-known, or almost everyone, nickname "Stranger". I will try to tell in detail what prompted me to write my story.
More than six months ago, when quarrels began with my husband, trying to find answers to my problems on the Internet, I accidentally found the Confession website. Reading the comments, I saw the Stranger, not so much his mysterious avatar, but his statements, his points of view at some point came into contact with mine, touching the soul. I'm not talking about love, I love one man in my life, it's something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy coming from a person.
I will not say that I consider myself one of his admirers, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, and sometimes resented others, but I learned from many of his views on life for myself. Has my personal life improved? It's not perfect yet, but it probably won't be. A stranger, like a kindred spirit, not seeing his face, appearance, not knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are fascinated, men argue for interruption). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And for all the time on the site, I could no longer feel what you feel when the Stranger commented.
This story happened to my father. It was several years ago. My parents have a dacha in the Krasnokutsky district of the Kharkov region. My father loves to roam the forest and knows it well. The forest where he walks, not far from the cottage, is pine.
So, he says that he somehow walked through the forest, and where he had often been before. And now he sees that he is walking not through a pine forest, but through an oak forest! He also saw a pond there, which he had never seen in those places, but he knew for sure that there was no pond there. He was frightened, began to look for a way out, guided, as he said, by the sun. After some time, he again found himself in a pine forest.
I sometimes have prophetic dreams. Some of them are about how and who takes someone from relatives or friends to the next world.
I had a very strange and memorable dream about my mother-in-law. As if the mother-in-law is lying on something, and a beautiful young woman is bending over her and scolding her for something, pointing at me. I woke up and began to analyze. I remembered another dream related to my mother-in-law. I dreamed of some kind of pit or grave, earth, and my mother-in-law buried my photograph. I thought, maybe that young beautiful woman scolded her for this act?
This story happened literally tonight, and since then I have been looking at my cat with different eyes. In some ways, it even resembles a horror movie.
Actually the point is this. At night I had a nightmare, and with the participation of this cat, by the way. Of course, there is nothing unusual in this, everyone has nightmares sometimes. And, in general, the nightmare, as it usually happens, reaches its climax and I woke up in the middle of the night and I hear that purring at my feet! That is, as if he was enjoying the fact that I had a nightmare. In general, a cat never purrs so easily, only if you stroke it or take it in your arms, and so that you just lie and purr, this never happens.
I have a serious problem. I absolutely do not know how to control my thoughts, or rather, these are not even thoughts, but obsessions. Moreover, my favorite places and things can be associated with negative thoughts.
For example, I look at some place and immediately before my eyes some kind of terrible picture (as if something bad is happening in this place). And it begins to seem to me that this place is now connected with what I imagined. I really don't want this place to be associated with something bad now, but diametrically opposed sentences come to mind, like "I really want this to be like this."
I am 27 years old, I have two daughters, my husband, thank God, I have a place to live and what to do, but there is one “but”.
I grew up in a large and very poor family. We have five parents, I'm middle. I did not go to kindergarten, but I studied very well at school. Then college, university and family.
My paternal grandmother was kind of like a good person, but few people talked to her, everyone was afraid of her and considered her a witch (and a black one at that). Even my mother and father himself somehow shunned her. When my grandmother fell ill (she was 75 years old), her parents had to take her to their place, and I had to help, take care of her, and I even made friends with her. She died 6 months later and that's where it all started.
My name is Rita. I am 29. I am disabled since birth, no feet, but I walk perfectly.
It all started with the fact that on the 17th I was presented with my first mobile phone. I was somehow bored, and I challenged all my contacts on the phone, forgetting that there was also someone else's number (a neighbor often called her brother and therefore saved the number).
SMS came: "Sister, I'm busy." I apologized and wrote that I accidentally word for word and so we corresponded for three days. Then he called. We talked for days on end, while we had no idea who looked like, and when I found out that he had a girlfriend, I didn’t care anymore. I fell in love without seeing a guy!
For centuries, practicing astrologers were predominantly male. However, today much is changing: in terms of intelligence, spiritual potential, ambitions and real possibilities, modern women are in no way inferior to the stronger sex, and innate sensitivity and intuition become an additional advantage for girls who dream of learning more about astrological knowledge.
I will tell my real life story about how to guess correctly on the night before Christmas. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I just remembered how two years ago I decided to tell fortunes about love and marriage. My friend Lera, who has been married for five years, pushed me to this. I never believed in dreams, divination and various predictions until I checked everything on myself.
I was 27 years old, and age already made me think about the future, about family and children. Lera persuaded me, she said that she would give her wedding ring for fortune telling, since for fortune telling it is the ring of the woman whose marriage is considered happy. A friend married for great love, her husband idolizes her, so she decided that her wedding ring is suitable for such a ritual. I was very nervous, I waited until everyone went to bed, and at midnight I began to do everything as Lera said.
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When I was little, I was a very lively and restless child. Everything was interesting to me. If my mother told me not to go somewhere or not to do something, it sounded to me like: “There is something very interesting there!” and "If you don't, you'll miss out on all the fun!"
Like most of the children in our country, my parents sent me to the village for three months in the summer. Every time we went there, I resisted as much as I could, not wanting to go to my grandparents, and when they took me back, I resisted again with all my might, not wanting to return to the city and to school.
She can appear in any city. It is very difficult to distinguish her from others. But woe to those who, out of carelessness or ignorance, sit in it. The damn minibus does not belong to our world and can lead to places where none of us has a place...
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From Yesterday, 13:20
It was evening, there was nothing. Or rather, a few years ago, on the night of "brewed, tayamnichuyu." We were in 11th grade at the time. They began to communicate well with one classmate - Alina, she was still a tearaway. A person who is not afraid of anything in life (or just looks like that). All in piercings (either 17 or 18 holes, she pierces herself). And I am a brazen reckless schoolgirl. Yes, only I have an innate sense of proportion (or maybe I'm just a coward), but if I smell danger at least a little in an adventure, I will never get into it.
And now to the point. For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered. And quite seriously I understand all these issues, I study and so on. But I've been avoiding mirrors since childhood. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid even during the day near the mirror, if I’m alone at home. And this incident happened on carols, as I already mentioned.
I stayed with Alina to spend the night. The apartment is large, 3 rooms. As well as 3 huge fat lazy cats. Only at that moment they mysteriously disappeared somewhere. It all started with beer and Christmas movies. And then at one fine moment it hit my friend's head to tell fortunes. On the clock, the time is wolf - about two in the morning. I started talking to her. Yes, but it's useless. In general, I had no choice but to start "from afar", in the hope that my friend would finally leave this idea.
We lived together with my mother-in-law. She was a doctor, very good. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. Mother-in-law calls, we talk about our children. I cough during the conversation. She suddenly says - you have basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us in half an hour. Listens to me through his phonendoscope, knocks on the back and says: - Do not argue with me. Get dressed, let's go for an x-ray.
We took pictures. In fact, I have pneumonia. Exactly like she said. Made me go to the hospital, treated me personally. And after a short time, she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.
We were very sad for her. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:
How do you think? Is there something after death?
Once after a bath, I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I'm still surprised, it just doesn't open without effort. There was no draft for sure. I followed this, fearing to get sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don't want to. I don’t sleep, but I don’t want to get up, I’m very tired at the dacha. I just got cured, if I don't close the door, I'll get sick again.
And suddenly I thought:
I wonder if that light actually exists or not?
And mentally turned to the dead mother-in-law:
Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are not there, there will be no one to treat.
And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed? Repeated:
Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.
Door opened!
Can you imagine?! We got together the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for peace.
We had a case. On the anniversary of the father, they decided not to call anyone, but to modestly commemorate. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary booze.
We sit at the table in the kitchen. Mother put the photograph of her father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook upright under it and leaned it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka, a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.
It's already evening, we decided to clean up everything. I say that you need to take the stack to the bedside table in your father's room, let it stand there until it evaporates by itself. My mother is very rational, she does not really believe in all these customs. He says so frivolously: “Yes, why clean up, I myself will drink now.”
As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason, crawled along the edge of the table and knocked over her father's stack. The photo fell, and the vodka was all poured out to the last drop. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to overturn it).
Have you ever had hair on your head? Then I experienced it for the first time. Moreover, the whole body was covered with goosebumps from horror. I couldn't speak for five minutes. The husband and mother were also in shock. As if the father said from the next world: “Here you are! You will drink my vodka, of course!
I ran into something strange yesterday.
It's already past midnight, we are sitting with my dear, watching "Midshipmen", and we hear that someone is swinging in the yard.
The third floor, the windows overlook the landing and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is familiar to tears - my little one loves them, but you can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate.
After a couple of minutes, I became interested: who is it that fell into our childhood - I think there are no children on the street at this time.
I go to the window - the swing is empty, but actively swinging. I call my friend, we go out onto the balcony, the entire area is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but they continue to swing, increasing the amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam at the swing - a few more "back and forth", a jerk as if someone had jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.
Some local spirit frightened away.
I remembered. Once upon a time they lived in the taiga. And then the passing hunters came to visit. The men are making small talk, I'm setting the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder aloud why I counted one more person.
And after that, the hunters said that they stopped on the boat in one place - they were interested in a bunch of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had pulled the man up and covered him with deadwood, a foot in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking their boots - to inform them where they were supposed to, order aircraft to take out the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the cannibal bear.
Here, along with the boot, probably, the restless soul tagged along.
We once rented an apartment with my husband and a three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. They lived in peace. And somehow, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathroom, gave her children's toys, and did something around the house, periodically looking after her. And then she screams. I went to the bathroom, she was sitting, crying, and blood was running down her back. I looked, the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger at the doorway and says: “This aunt offended me.” Naturally, there was no aunt, we were alone. It was terrible, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.
Two days later, I am standing in the bathroom, my daughter comes in and asks, pointing her finger into the bath: “Mom, who is this aunt?” I ask: "Which aunt?". "This one" - answers and looks into the bath. "Here she sits, can't you see?" I have a cold sweat, my hair is on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter is standing and looking into the bath and as if meaningfully at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle all over the apartment! She calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child comes to the corner of the room and offers some candy to her aunt!
On this day, the owner of the apartment came for payment, I asked him who had lived here before? And he told me that his wife and mother died in this apartment with a difference of 2 years, and for both the deathbed was the bed on which my daughter sleeps! Do I need to say that we soon moved out of there?
My friend lives in a pre-revolutionary building. Another great-grandfather-merchant built it. Once she returned from the store, she sees a peasant in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, spinning around himself, as if dancing.
A friend asked him: For worse or for good?
To which he sang: And you will lose your child, you will lose your child!!!
And immediately disappeared.
For a long time, a friend was worried about her children, met them from school, did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, to his father. She rarely visits her mother, so we can say that she lost her child.
I didn’t write about it for a long time, I thought it was my personal. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.
Mom will be 2 years old on June 26, as she is gone. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one got sick and was not going to die at all). I saw golden threads on my mother from her head straight into the sky. I have square eyes, I moved back, back, sat on the bedspread. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. The only thing I could say was: Fuck you! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I'll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I will die soon?”. Mom, you were so right
For the first time, my mother fainted on a chair, I called an ambulance, yelling in a non-human voice. And mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mother, mother ...”, as if she really sees. Then I started yelling: “Bab, get away from here, leave it to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke, my mother came to her senses with them. In the evening, everything happened again, and already forever.
It was many years ago. My 91 year old grandmother passed away. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and placed it in the pantry for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to immediately take her away, and she stood there for several days.
And during this time, a lot of something inexplicable happened in the house ... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone's look (reproachful) during the day. Everything fell out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervously tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to go past the pantry and didn’t even go to the toilet at night ... We all understood that the soul is restless toiling and when the father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed with us. Granny! Forgive us, we must have done something wrong!
Mom told me three days ago. We go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, but a rare dog barks. The night birds have already stopped singing, they are preparing for the fall. More from my mother's words.
I woke up from the fact that someone was knocking on the second door of the corridor (the first one is wooden and bolted, the second is modern metal). The knock was not strong, and knocked as if with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out without permission, and the grandfather, after smoking, closed the door with a key. But the clock was almost 2 am, the house was quiet - everyone was sleeping. She asked "who's there?" The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child's voice said: "It's me ... let me go." The yard dog and the two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked "who is there?". The knocking stopped completely.
I have a very rational mother, she does not suffer from visions. She spoke very anxiously. You need to know our family, especially my mother - she doesn’t believe in anyone, she’s not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what kind of nonsense is this?”, But like this. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.
What just does not happen in life. Sometimes it's a complete mystery.
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Taxi driver clairvoyant
I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I was the most - the most ugly girl in the universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I did not believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.
I was twenty-two, but I didn't date anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the way I ran from my own appearance. I decided to go to Kyiv to get distracted and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music ... I don’t know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart longed for this city. This one, not the other!
Time on the road went by quickly. I was very sorry that I did not have time to enjoy the road as it should. And I didn’t manage to take a picture, as the train raced unbearably fast. Nobody was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those whom I met.
I stood for three seconds at the station and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel where I had booked in advance. I got into a taxi and heard: “are you that girl who is not sure about her appearance, and who still does not have a half?”. I was surprised, but answered positively. Now I am married to this man.
And how he knows all this about me is still a secret.
The most mystical stories
Pray, or Stories of Miraculous Salvation
I was orphaned at an early age. One old woman took pity on me and taught me to read the amulet prayer, and said at the same time:
- Do not be lazy. Legs out of bed - and read. The tongue won't fall off. But you will always be protected from trouble.
I have always done so. And now I will tell you about two unusual cases from my life.
Inner voice. Story one
In my early youth I swam in the Amur. Nearby, a steamboat pulled a barge upstream. I did not know that the barge, which has a rounded bottom at the bottom, draws under itself when moving, and swam close to it. I felt myself being pulled under the bottom of the ship. An inner voice said, "Dive in." I took a deep breath and dived in. He endured as much as he could. I surfaced - the barge was fifteen meters away from me. If not for the inner voice, I would have drowned.
Inner voice. Story two
And the second case. The area in which I live is replete with stone deposits (something like limestone). Cellars have been built here from time immemorial from this stone. The stones were tightly fitted to each other, no cementing mortar was used. To dismantle such a basement, you need to dig a large layer of earth from above. And experienced craftsmen do so. From the inside of the basement, they break out the back wall, and then, retreating to the exit, they gradually, by a meter, bring down the vault. When I needed to tear down the basement, I did just that. I broke the back wall, and then someone called me:
- Gregory!
I got out of the basement - no one is there. He stood and looked around - no one was there. Weird. I distinctly heard that I was called. I stand at a loss, even some kind of timidity took over. And then there was a roar. The entire vault of the basement collapsed. Stay inside - perish! After that, decide whether to believe or not to believe in otherworldly forces ...
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Once at Christmas, the girls were guessing
This story took place on the eve of the brightest holiday of the year - Christmas! And you can't call it anything other than a miracle. I was 19 years old and at that time I was going through a personal tragedy, my boyfriend left me very cruelly, he went to his best friend.
The mood was not festive at all. I took a bottle of semi-sweet and alone, sitting in the kitchen, I began to sob about my bitter fate.
Then the doorbell rang, it was my girlfriends who came to visit me to share my grief with me, well, and a bottle of wine, of course.
Having drunk a little, someone offered to tell fortunes on the betrothed. Everyone laughed together, but agreed.
Having written the names of the men on pieces of paper, they took them out of the makeshift bag one by one. I came across the name "Andrey". At that time, of Andreev's acquaintances, I had only a cousin, and I was skeptical about such fortune-telling.
Suddenly, one of her friends suggested that we continue the fun on the street, and the whole crowd of us went in search of adventure. In continuation of the Christmas fortune-telling, they began to run up to passers-by and ask for a name. And what do you think? "My" passer-by was called Andrey. It was getting more interesting.
That same evening, in the park, I met my future husband ... no, not Andrey! His name was Artyom and I safely forgot about all these fortune-telling.
5 years have passed and on Christmas Eve, my husband and I sat and talked about the baptism of children. Artem suggested that we give our daughter a middle name at baptism. To my dumb question, he replied that he himself was given two names, the first Artem, and the second ANDREY!
When I remember the story of five years ago, goosebumps ran through my body. And how can you not believe in the Christmas miracle?!
