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Just recently I wrote a story for the site and clarified that this is the only mysterious story that happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases emerged in my memory, which happened, if not to me, then to the people next to me, who, of course, can be completely disbelieved. But if you don’t believe everyone who is next to you, then you don’t have to believe...

18.03.2016

This was in the early 50s. My grandmother's brother, an electrician by training, returned from the war and was in great demand - there weren't enough people, the country was being rebuilt from ruins. So, having settled in one village, he actually worked for three - fortunately, the settlements were close to each other, he mostly had to walk... In a hurry, walking from one village to another, he often...

15.03.2016

I heard this story on the train from my neighbor in the compartment. The events are absolutely real. Well, at least that's what she told me. It took five hours to drive. In the compartment with me was a young girl with a little girl of five years old and a woman of about sixty. The girl was so restless, she constantly ran around the train, made noise, and the young mother chased after her and...

08.03.2016

This strange story happened in the summer of 2005. At that time, I finished my first year at the Kyiv Polytechnic University and came home to my parents for the summer holidays to relax and help with renovations in the house. The town in the Chernihiv region where I was born is very small, the population is no more than 3 thousand, there are no high-rise buildings or wide avenues in it - in general, it looks ordinary...

27.02.2016

This story happened before my eyes over several years with a person whom I could then call a friend. Although we rarely saw each other and almost never communicated on the Internet. It’s hard to communicate with a person who is diligently avoided by simple human happiness - troubles at work, depression, constant lack of money, lack of relationships with the opposite sex, life with a disgusted mother and brother, whom even...

19.02.2016

This story is not mine, I don’t even remember exactly whose. Either I read it somewhere, or someone told me... A woman lived alone, in a communal apartment, lonely. She was already many years old, and her life was hard. She buried her husband and daughter and was left alone in that apartment. And only her old neighbors and girlfriends, with whom she sometimes got together over a cup of tea, brightened up her loneliness. Is it true, ...

15.02.2016

I'll tell you my story too. The only mysterious story that happened to me in my life. It really can be attributed to a dream, but for me everything was very real and I remember everything as it is now, unlike any other bad dream. A little background. I see a lot of dreams and like any other person who dreams a lot, I can not only often...

05.02.2016

One young couple was looking for an apartment. The main thing is that they said that it should be inexpensive, but also in good condition. They finally found the long-awaited apartment: it was inexpensive, and the owner was a nice little granny. But finally the grandmother said: “Be quiet... the walls are alive, the walls hear everything”... The guys were surprised and with a smile on their faces asked: “Why are you selling the apartment so cheap? This is for you...

05.02.2016

I don't like children. These little whining human larvae. I think many people treat them with a mixture of disgust and indifference, like I do. This feeling is aggravated by the fact that literally under the windows of my house there is an old kindergarten, filled all year round with hundreds of screaming, raging little kids. Every single day you have to walk through their pen. Summer this year was very hot for our region and...

02.02.2016

This story happened to me 2 years ago, but when I remember it it becomes very creepy. Now I want to tell it to you. I bought a new apartment because the previous apartment didn’t suit me very much. I had already arranged everything, but I was confused by one closet that stood in the bedroom and occupied most of the room. I asked the former owners to remove it, but they said...

17.12.2015

This happened in St. Petersburg, at the Novodevichy cemetery in 2003. At that time, our hobbies included the occult and the so-called black rituals. We had already summoned the spirits and I was sure that I was ready for anything. Unfortunately, the phenomena that happened that night forced me to reconsider my views on life, now I will try to retell everything that I remember. Linda met me on Moskovsky Prospekt. I...

15.12.2015

Our family had a tradition: every summer we went to the Vologda region to relax with our relatives. And the edges there are swampy, the forests are impenetrable - in general, a gloomy area. The relatives lived in a village on the edge of the forest (in fact, it was a holiday village). I was 7 years old at that time. We arrived in the afternoon, it was cloudy and raining. While I was laying out my things, the adults were already lighting up the grill under...

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Each of these mysterious stories could be called a detective story. But in detective stories, as you know, all the secrets are revealed by the last page. And in these stories, the solution is still far away, although humanity has been puzzling over some of them for decades. Perhaps we are not destined to find answers for them at all? Or will the veil of secrecy ever be lifted? And what do you think?

43 missing Mexican students

In 2014, 43 students from the College of Education from Ayotzinapa went to demonstrate in Iguala, where the mayor's wife was scheduled to speak to residents. The corrupt mayor ordered the police to rid him of this problem. On his orders, the police detained the students, and as a result of the harsh detention, two students and three bystanders died. The remaining students, as we found out, were handed over to the local crime syndicate Guerreros Unidos. The next day, the body of one of the students was found on the street with the skin torn off his face. Later, the remains of two more students were found. Relatives and friends of the students organized mass demonstrations, triggering a full-blown political crisis in the country. The corrupt mayor, his friends and the chief of police tried to escape, but were detained a few weeks later. The provincial governor resigned, and several dozen police officers and officials were arrested. And only one thing remains a mystery - the fate of almost four dozen students is still unknown.

Oak Island Money Pit

Off the coast of Nova Scotia, on Canadian territory, there is a small island - Oak Island, or Oak Island. There is the famous “money pit”. According to legend, local residents found it back in 1795. This is a very deep and complex mine, in which, according to legend, countless treasures are hidden. Many have tried to get into it - but the design is treacherous, and after the treasure hunter has dug to a certain depth, the mine begins to be intensively filled with water. They say that brave souls found at a depth of 40 meters a stone tablet with the scrawled inscription: “Two million pounds are buried 15 meters deeper.” More than one generation has tried to get the promised treasure out of the hole. Even future President Franklin Delano Roosevelt student years At Harvard, I came to Oak Island with a group of friends to try my luck. But the treasure is not given to anyone. And is he there?..

Who was Benjamin Kyle?

In 2004, an unknown man woke up outside a Burger King in Georgia. He had no clothes on, there were no documents with him, but the worst thing was that he didn’t remember anything about himself. That is, absolutely nothing! The police conducted a thorough investigation, but were unable to find any traces: neither missing people with such characteristics, nor relatives who could identify him from a photo. He was soon given the name Benjamin Kyle, under which he continues to live to this day. Without documents or certificates of any education, he could not find a job, but one local businessman, having learned about him from a television program, out of pity, gave him a job as a dishwasher. He still works there now. The efforts of doctors to awaken his memory, and the police to find his previous traces, did not yield results.

Shore of Severed Legs

"Severed Legs Coast" is the name given to a beach on the Pacific Northwest coast of British Columbia. It received this terrible name because local residents several times found severed human legs here, shod in sneakers or trainers. From 2007 to the present, 17 of them have been found, with the majority being right-wing. There are several theories to explain why legs wash up on this beach - natural disasters, the work of a serial killer... some even claim that the mafia destroys the bodies of its victims on this remote beach. But none of these theories looks convincing, and no one knows where the truth is.

"Dancing Death" 1518

One day in the summer of 1518 in Strasbourg, a woman suddenly began dancing in the middle of the street. She danced wildly until she fell from exhaustion. The strangest thing is that gradually others joined her. A week later, 34 people were dancing in the city, and a month later - 400. Many dancers died from overwork and heart attacks. The doctors did not know what to think, and the churchmen also could not exorcise the demons possessing the dancers. In the end, it was decided to leave the dancers alone. The fever gradually subsided, but no one ever knew what caused it. They talked about some special type of epilepsy, about poisoning, and even about a secret, pre-coordinated religious ceremony. But scientists of that time did not find an exact answer.

Signal from aliens

On August 15, 1977, Jerry Eman, who was monitoring signals from space at the volunteer Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Civilizations, picked up a signal at a random radio frequency, clearly coming from deep space, from the direction of the constellation Sagittarius. This signal was much stronger than the cosmic noise that Eman was used to hearing on the air. It lasted only 72 seconds and consisted of a completely definite, in the eye of the observer, completely random list of letters and numbers, which, however, was accurately reproduced several times in a row. Eman disciplinedly recorded the sequence and reported it to his colleagues in the search for aliens. However, further listening to this frequency did not yield anything, as did any attempts to catch at least some signal from the constellation Sagittarius. What it was - a prank by completely earthly jokers or an attempt by an extraterrestrial civilization to contact us - no one still knows.

Unknown from Somerton Beach

Here's another perfect murder, the mystery of which has still not been solved. On December 1, 1948, in Australia, on Somerton Beach in southern Adelaide, the body of an unknown man was discovered. There were no documents with him, only a note with two words: “Taman Shud” was found in one of his pockets. This was a line from Omar Khayyam's rubaiyat, meaning "the end." The cause of death of the unknown man could not be determined. The forensic investigator believed that we're talking about about poisoning, but could not prove it. Others believed it was a suicide, but this claim was also unsubstantiated. The mysterious case has alarmed not only Australia, but the whole world. They tried to establish the identity of the unknown person in almost all countries of Europe and America, but the efforts of the police were in vain, and the history of Taman Shud remained shrouded in secrecy.

Confederate Treasures

This legend still haunts American treasure hunters - and not only them. According to legend, when the northerners were already close to victory in Civil War, the treasurer of the Confederate government, George Trenholm, in desperation, decided to deprive the victors of their rightful spoils - the treasury of the southerners. Confederate President Jefferson Davis personally took on this mission. He and his guards left Richmond with a huge cargo of gold, silver and jewelry. No one knows where they went, but when the northerners took Davis prisoner, he had no jewelry with him, and 4 tons of Mexican gold dollars also disappeared without a trace. Davis never revealed the secret of the gold. Some believe that he distributed it to the planters of the South so that they could bury it until better times, others believe that it is buried somewhere in the vicinity of Danville, Virginia. Some believe that the secret society “Knights of the Golden Circle”, who were secretly preparing revenge in the Civil War, laid their paws on him. Some even say that the treasure is hidden at the bottom of the lake. Dozens of treasure hunters are still looking for him, but none of them can get to the bottom of either the money or the truth.

Voynich manuscript

The mysterious book, known as the Voynich manuscript, is named after the Polish-born American bookseller Wilfred Voynich, who bought it from an unknown person in 1912. In 1915, having taken a closer look at the find, he told the whole world about it - and since then many have not known peace. According to scientists, the manuscript was written in the 15th-16th centuries. central Europe. The book contains a lot of text written in neat handwriting, hundreds of drawings depicting plants, most of which are unknown modern science. The signs of the zodiac and medicinal herbs are also drawn here, accompanied by text, apparently, of recipes for their use. However, the contents of the text are just speculations of scientists who have not been able to understand it. The reason is simple: the book is written in a language still unknown on Earth, which is also practically indecipherable. Who wrote the Voynich manuscript and why, we may not know even in centuries.

Karst wells of Yamal

In July 2014, an inexplicable explosion was heard in Yamal, as a result of which a huge well appeared in the ground, the width and height of which reached 40 meters! Yamal is not the most populated place on the planet, so no one was injured from the explosion and the appearance of a sinkhole. However, such a strange and potentially dangerous phenomenon required an explanation, and a scientific expedition went to Yamal. It included everyone who could be useful in studying the strange phenomenon - from geographers to experienced mountain climbers. However, upon arrival, they were unable to understand the reasons and nature of what had happened. Moreover, while the expedition was working, two more similar failures appeared in Yamal in exactly the same way! Until now, scientists have been able to come up with only one version - about periodic explosions of natural gas coming to the surface from underground. However, experts consider it unconvincing. The Yamal failures remain a mystery.

Antikythera Mechanism

Discovered by treasure hunters on a sunken ancient Greek ship at the beginning of the twentieth century, this device, which at first seemed like just another artifact, turned out to be, no less, the first analog computer in history! A complex system of bronze disks, made with precision and accuracy unimaginable in those distant times, made it possible to calculate the position of stars and luminaries in the sky, time in accordance with different calendars and dates Olympic Games. According to the results of the analyses, the device was made at the turn of the millennium - about a century before the birth of Christ, 1600 years before the discoveries of Galileo and 1700 before the birth of Isaac Newton. This device was more than a thousand years ahead of its time and still amazes scientists.

Sea people

The Bronze Age, which lasted approximately from the 35th to the 10th centuries BC, was the heyday of several European and Middle Eastern civilizations - Greek, Cretan, and Cananese. People developed metallurgy, created impressive architectural monuments, and tools became more complex. It seemed that humanity was moving by leaps and bounds towards prosperity. But everything collapsed within a few years. The civilized peoples of Europe and Asia were attacked by a horde of “people of the sea” - barbarians on countless ships. They burned and destroyed cities and villages, burned food, killed and took people into slavery. After their invasion, ruins remained everywhere. Civilization was thrown back at least a thousand years ago. In once powerful and educated countries, writing disappeared, and many secrets of construction and working with metals were lost. The most mysterious thing is that after the invasion, the “sea people” disappeared as mysteriously as they appeared. Scientists are still wondering who and where this people came from and what their future fate was. But there is no clear answer to this question yet.

Murder of the Black Dahlia

Books were written and films were made about this legendary murder, but it was never solved. On January 15, 1947, 22-year-old aspiring actress Elizabeth Short was found brutally murdered in Los Angeles. Her naked body was subjected to cruel abuse: it was practically cut in half and bore traces of many injuries. At the same time, the body was washed clean and completely devoid of blood. This story of one of the oldest unsolved murders was widely circulated by journalists, giving Short the nickname “black dahlia.” Despite an active search, the police were unable to find the killer. The Black Dahlia case is considered one of the oldest unsolved murders in Los Angeles.

Motor ship "Ourang Medan"

In early 1948, the Dutch ship Ourang Medan sent an SOS signal while in the Strait of Mallaka off the coast of Sumatra and Malaysia. According to eyewitnesses, the radio message said that the captain and the entire crew were dead, and it ended with the chilling words: “And I am dying.” The captain of the Silver Star, having heard the distress signal, went in search of the Ourang Medan. Having discovered the ship in the Strait of Malacca, the sailors from the Silver Star boarded and saw that it was indeed full of corpses, and the cause of death was not visible on the bodies. Soon the rescuers noticed suspicious smoke coming from the hold and, just in case, chose to return to their ship. And they did the right thing, because soon the Ourang Medan spontaneously exploded and sank. Of course, because of this, the possibility of an investigation became zero. Why the crew died and the ship exploded is still a mystery.

Baghdad battery

Until recently, it was believed that humanity mastered the production and use of electric current only at the end of the 18th century. However, an artifact found by archaeologists in the region of ancient Mesopotamia in 1936 casts doubt on this conclusion. The device consists of a clay pot in which the battery itself is hidden: an iron core wrapped in copper, which is believed to have been filled with some kind of acid, after which it began to generate electricity. For many years, archaeologists debated whether the devices were actually related to the generation of electricity. In the end, they collected the same primitive products - and managed to generate electric current with their help! So, did they really know how to install electric lighting in ancient Mesopotamia? Since written sources from that era have not survived, this mystery will now probably forever excite scientists.

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I found my great-grandmother alive and well. I remember well how, when I was still just a child, I loved to sit winter evenings on a warm stove, listening to the crackle of the fire, and drinking the most delicious herbal tea in the world with homemade hot bread, and listening to the incredible and sometimes little stories that my great-grandmother told me. Some of them have already disappeared from my memory, and some I still remember, here are a few of them.

Today is one of my favorite holidays - Christmas. Afterwards, they begin, which will last until Epiphany. I would like to write about one fortune telling that I have been observing for many years in a row.

When I was still a teenager, a schoolgirl in Soviet times, we sometimes got together with the girls from the class to tell fortunes about the grooms. Maybe one of us will meet true love, maybe even the name of your betrothed will come up, whom you will later marry, or what other events will happen in the coming year.

One girl from the class said that she knows a fortune telling that always comes true within a year. She said that she learned about him from her mother. We asked what needs to be done so that everything works out for us, like adults. She said that it was nothing complicated, that we had everything for this fortune-telling, that many people knew about it and started telling fortunes after Christmas. The girl said that you need to take a plate, matches (there were no lighters at that time) and paper. You need to crumple the paper with your hands so that there is a larger lump, put it on a plate, and then set it on fire and wait until the paper burns out completely. Then you need to go to the wall and find a place where the shadow of the paper will be best visible, where you can examine the resulting figures. The plate needs to be constantly rotated so that you can see better, look at what everyone has done, what values ​​have fallen, and what needs to be expected in the coming year.

The story begins in the post-war period. Since the 50s. My grandmother Lida was completely ugly: crooked teeth, a slanting eyebrow from a scar and a prickly, unpleasant, stubborn character. But she married my grandfather - a handsome guy, 30 years old, a military man. We got married. I still don’t know what he found in her shifty character and very ordinary appearance, but they never quarreled with each other. Grandfather obeyed, as if he was giving in.

But violent quarrels with relatives happened constantly, with daughters, son - there were constant conflicts with them. At one time, my mother’s brother was always drinking the bottle. And no one was lucky on the personal front. My aunt only met a man when she was 35; before that, as far as I know, she had no one. Got married. After which this man kicked her pregnant out of the house and completely turned his back on her.

Who remembers, Tolkien’s elves are not small creatures with wings, they are similar to people and, in addition to their brighter appearance, they differ from them in that they do not get sick, do not age, live almost forever (if they do not die in battle) and have magical powers. abilities.

So, these Tolkien fans believe that the elves did not disappear, but simply assimilated with people. And now there are a lot of people among us in whose veins elven blood flows. Tolkien describes two cases of marriage between an elf and a man. And children born in such a marriage make their own choice - to become a human or to become an elf. According to Tolkien, people, of course, are incomparably weaker than elves. But people are free to choose their own destiny, elves are not. Eat back side medals - a person can choose the path of serving evil, while an elf is initially not subject to most vices, is organically connected with the earth, nature and is not capable of thoughtlessly destroying it, which is sometimes characteristic of people.

I am 23 years old, have a secondary education, and I worked in a call center on a helpline. I was born and live in a seedy province, where the number of drug addicts and alcoholics is proportionally increasing due to closed factories, layoffs and the general closure of jobs in the region. The oppressive atmosphere of the city is reflected in the gray-dirty Khrushchev buildings mixed with rotting wooden houses, which gives the impression that if the wind blows, weak and rotten logs will fall on the people living in those houses.

The large number of abandoned buildings and the constantly decreasing population of the city suggests that people here have two options - either take the risk of leaving for the big city, or stay here and wait until the atmosphere of hopelessness deprives you of your sanity. At least somehow the situation was saved by the presence of volunteer organizations like ours. A lot of people needed moral support, and our small company volunteers tried to help these people. I worked in the organization for about a year and a half. I earned pennies there, but fortunately I had skills in graphic design and my main income was freelancing. I couldn’t give up the helpline, since work experience in the work book is a pretty important thing, and since childhood, my now deceased parents taught me to always help those in need. During the entire year and a half that I spent in the call center, there were many frightening and sometimes mystical situations.

No matter how many people exist on earth, each of them goes through their one and only life path.

In 1991, on May 28, something happened to me that is difficult even for me to believe. And this is a true story, not fiction, and it is one of many in my current life. That night, I flew to the planet Tron. This planet is located near the Central Galactic Sun. Yes, yes, that's exactly it. There is our Earthly Sun, and there is a Central Sun.

So, on May 28, 1991, I went to bed as always, but before I could close my eyes, I saw a beam of light descending on me from above and a noise, as if something was smacking inside me. A moment later I was already standing near my bed, or rather, I wasn’t standing, but hovering a few centimeters above the floor. My physical body, as always, remained lying down, and I stood and hovered in another body, and if the physical body lay there and phosphoresced with a greenish light, then it glowed like a bright light bulb. I had a body, arms and legs, my mind worked just as clearly as in that lying body, but there was a difference - my legs fell through the floor into the next apartment to the neighbors who lived below me on the first floor.

An acquaintance told me such a mystical story, even though he is a skeptic. I completely preserve the author’s style, that is, I copy his entire text.

One day my work took me to another city. I decided to change the city. I rented a one-room apartment there in a Khrushchev building. The decor is spartan. Room, kitchen, combined bathroom, floors, boards under linoleum, sofa and wardrobe. In principle, I was satisfied. In the evening I came home from work, cooked dinner and went to bed. There is washing, ironing, all sorts of cleaning, this is on weekends.

I lived like this for about a month, everything was fine, it was quiet, the neighbors weren’t restless, all the old women and cats. And then something started. At night some kind of mysticism happens. I’m lying there, still awake, tossing and turning, and then in the corridor there’s a creaking sound from the floorboards, as if someone was carefully walking. There in the apartment, as you enter, immediately there is a corridor to the left, and at the end there is a room and a kitchen. He himself is deaf and at night it is dark there, you can’t see anything at all. That's where it creaks in the dark. I think, who opened the door? Yah. He got up, went out, and looked. Everything is fine. Lay down. Again there is a creak as someone cautiously approaches closer. And then he leaves again. Then it stopped, I fell asleep, and in the morning everything somehow seemed ridiculous. And the next night it started again. Creak-creak, creak-creak. And the water in the bathtub started flowing from the tap. I think, wow, someone decided to take a bath with me. I went to the bathroom. Nothing flows there. But I obviously heard it. I'm going to bed. It's clearly leaking again for me. I get up and it doesn’t leak. He cursed and crawled under the pillow. Fell asleep.

I had an older brother, now deceased. His parents did not agree to buy it for him for a long time, because as soon as he spoke about it for the first time, his grandmother burst into tears and said that she had seen a cross in a dream. His parents gave his brother a motorcycle when he was 17 years old.

My brother’s joy did not last long, he walked sadly, became taciturn, and one day he admitted to me that he saw crosses everywhere, although the cemetery was far from us. I tried to calm him down, saying that it was his grandmother’s words that stuck in his head, but he looked at me so strangely and turned away. I saw fear in his eyes.

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Today I decided to confess and tell my story. It just so happened that literally two or three days ago I saw in a dream my classmate, whom I had loved since I was 12 years old. Now I’m already 30, so these feelings have been living with me for quite a long time. It would be nice if we loved each other, but only I loved him. And to be honest, I don’t even know. It seemed to me that there was sympathy, but most likely there were no genuine feelings.

In general, I see a dream, the two of us are talking about something, we are in some kind of room for students, and suddenly this room turns into some kind of cave. Here we both laugh at jokes, communicate, we feel so good. I feel sympathy on his part, he hugs me, kisses my hands in every possible way, presses them to him. All of us who were in such a closed room were, like, in Greek robes, and then our teacher calls one of the guys and comes to the window, which is so uneven. I go up behind him, and we see how one woman below us takes and gives a classmate an octopus, a small one. We are touched, and then this octopus instantly begins to slip from the hands of our loved one and climbs right into his ear.

This is a sad life story about my separation from my beloved man.

In 2003, I met a guy named Dmitry. We were friends, talked, went to monasteries. Everything was great with us until Dmitry met a woman named Anna, divorced and with two children. She, possessing magical knowledge, had a great influence on Dmitry and soon they had a wedding. A year later, their common son, Evgeniy, was born.

I was very upset, not understanding why Dima betrayed me, because we were happy together for 10 years. And here on the way, his rival took possession of him in three days, stupefied him, and I was left alone with pain in my soul.

From the early childhood I remember how something inside me, or rather through my inner voice, spoke to me. Explained something to me. I clearly remember how one day my mother and I were traveling from the south of Kazakhstan to Chita by train. I remember that somewhere in some small town we got off the train because my mother had been robbed. As my dad later told me many years later, her gold, which he bought with the money he earned, was stolen from her. It was the 90s. I do not remember exactly. I was five years old then.

And so we went somewhere with her to run her errands. I held hands with her the whole time, and in the other hand I held the doll that my mother bought for me at the station. I remember it was small. The eyes opened and closed, and there was also a hole in her mouth for a bottle. The bottle was in the doll's hand. I remember how happy I was then, and there was some kind of gratitude, a feeling as if my mother would no longer beat me. Everything will be great with my doll. I filled the bottle with water and the doll seemed to drink from it. And then somehow we suddenly took off and rushed off somewhere (it was cold), most likely autumn. I had so many clothes on, and they were too big, that I could hardly hold this doll in my small hands. In the end, I dropped it somewhere, and only the bottle remained. When my mother and I walked and looked for my doll, she kept scolding me: “What are you like? I won’t buy you anything else and you won’t see a doll like this again. Where could you have lost it? Let's go, there's no time to look anymore." And my inner voice speaks to me in her language, explains to me and even tries to calm me down. He said that the doll would definitely be found, she just went to visit, and then she would return.

I am married, happily married, with a child. But I have periods when my ex-boyfriend is spinning in my head. I can't do anything about it. I'm starting to dream about it. There was a beautiful courtship, then a girl became pregnant from him, and he got married, there was a very sad separation. I suffered. You could say she was reborn again. I learned to live from scratch.

My older sister hates me. She is several years older than me, we grew up separately, she was given to her grandparents, and I was given to my mother and father. As a child, I remember how my dad constantly scolded her and was strict with her, but he loved me. As a child, I was a daddy's girl. But when I was 7 years old, my dad started drinking, there were scandals, fights, and the family was falling apart. Soon, my father and mother finally divorced, my father slowly became an alcoholic, and we went to see my grandfather. I, my mother, my grandfather and my sister lived with him.

The relationship with my sister was incomprehensible, either she beat me for wrongdoing or felt sorry for me, for some reason she didn’t let me go out for a walk, if she let me go, it was for an hour and God forbid I was late. A couple of years later, my grandfather died, the three of us stayed in his apartment. After school, my sister immediately got married and brought her husband to our house. This is where hell began for me.

The other day there was a quarrel with a relative. Personally, I would have long ago reduced communication with her to a minimum, but my mother stubbornly clung to her, because “there are no more relatives”, “this is not good”, “what if we need help, and besides her, there will be no one to help” .

About 20 years ago, when our family was going through difficult times, we often borrowed money from this relative. Everything was returned. She also helped resolve some organizational issues several times. Gave me expensive gifts in childhood. I considered her the ideal woman and dreamed of being like her: beautiful, charming, popular with men, kind, rich. When I grew up, everything turned out to be a little different.

I have never been particularly naive, believing in dreams and miracles, but an incident that happened 2 years ago made me think and change my outlook on life.

The fact is that I have had poor eyesight for a long time, and I have already come to terms with it. But exactly 2 years ago, on the night of July 6-7 (the famous holiday of Ivan Kupala), a miracle happened. Waking up on the morning of July 7, I again saw with my own eyes 100% independently! I no longer needed glasses or contacts. By the way, medicine cannot explain such a case. And I considered this a miracle, a reward, a gift from higher powers. Of course, the next day my vision fell again and is the same now.

I’ll say right away that I am an incorrigible materialist, but the story that happened to me still causes me confusion. It is connected with mysticism quite relatively, but it actually happened, nothing was made up.

After the seventh grade in 1980, my family decided to move from the Kirov region to the Rostov region, closer to our relatives, where there was a lot of sun, warmth and abundance of fruit. My aunt and mother’s sister and her family lived three kilometers from Kamensk-Shakhtinsky on the banks of the Seversky Donets. My cousin, who was a year older than me, was an avid fisherman and spent time on the river from morning to night. I also became addicted to fishing. And so my brother and I once decided to organize night fishing.

I want to dedicate my confession to a man known by everyone, or almost everyone, by the 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 my soul. I’m not talking about love, I love one man in my life, this is something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy emanating from a person.

I won’t say that I consider myself one of his fans, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, while others sometimes outraged me, 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 happen. A stranger is like a kindred spirit, without seeing his face, appearance, without knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are charmed, men argue about interruptions). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And during all the time on the site I could no longer feel what you felt when the Stranger commented.