Mystical stories from real life in the forest. Horror stories

My father knew Taiga very well, so he felt in her at home. He knew how to hunt from childhood. At first, it was helpful for the family, and later the hunt was the passion, invented in his free time. For the Father and his friends it was important to just be in nature, to communicate, and with hunting trophies - how lucky. The shooting of birds and animals was not for them the selfselot. And in their company, of course, hunting bikes always sounded. Once a familiar father, a crazy hunter Mikhail, told him an incredible mystical historythat shook me.

The events that will be discussed, occurred in the early 1980s. Mikhail took his vacation and decided to spend part of him in a taiga along with another Vasily and his 17-year-old bones. Augustus stood, the most season of hunting for Borovoy game. The men were going to shoot Ryabchikov, and maybe degrades. I got to an abandoned hut, where they stopped.

Vasily and his son decided to go down the stream, and Mikhail with her dog - like her Palma's nickname - stayed in a pine on the mountainside. Meet agreed at the hut. I bet your comrades, Mikhail after five minutes, suddenly lost them out of sight. Just he saw them, and suddenly they disappeared, although the locality where the father and her son went, the openly open - rare trees and shrub.

Having worried, Michael hurried down to the stream in the hope that Vasily and Kostya went down to the water, but there was no one on the shore. Not knowing what to think, he went to Krivoy Birza, next to which he saw the Father with her son before they disappeared.

Near the tree on the wet land, two chains of traces were clearly visible, which suddenly broke off from the path of large granite boulders lying on the edge. It was a feeling that people simply took off!

Mikhail wanted to go ahead along the path, rebuilding the boulder, but he was ahead of his palm tree. Sitting the meter two, she suddenly dissolved in the air! Mikhail healed, then raised the pebbles from the ground and lightly threw him forward. And the stone, which in all the laws of physics was supposed to fall on a path, suddenly just disappeared! Without believing his eyes, Mikhail threw a pine cone there, she also disappeared, not flying to the ground. And the hunter suddenly remembered the words of Elderly Buryats, with whom he drove many years ago in the train in Transbaikalia:

Fear redhead heads, fluid water and an empty place! She said to Mikhail, then another guy, when he shared her bread and bachema with her.

Soon the woman came down at his station, and on the same night her first prediction came true. Some kind of reddy's peasant tried to "lead" a suitcase at Sleeping Mikhail. That woke up on time and caught up with the thief in the Tambur, where the struggle began between them. The knife flashed, but fortunately, the boy was helped by the people who came to smoke in the tambour. The gangster managed to break out and, throwing a knife and a suitcase, jumped off the train.

After a few years, the second prediction of the old Buryat was also coming. Turning the winter river in the winter, Mikhail fell under the ice, but the people standing on the shore, seeing it, threw him boards and rope, pulling out of his middle at the last moment when Michael had already completely exhausted.

But as for the "empty place" - long years It remained a mystery. Did he meet the last danger today? What would happen there? After all, his comrades and palm trees disappeared in this empty place!

Mikhail went with a heavy heart to Cordon, where Lester Markelich familiar to him lived. Maybe he tells something? Yes, and to the police it is necessary that people disappeared. Fortunately, Cordon has a radio. But is Lesnik alone? Five years ago he had a lot.

An hour and a half, Mikhail got to Cordon. Markelich, a man of years 65, invited a guest to the house where a young pregnant woman hung up, and a child slept in the cradle. Having searched at the table, Markelich treated Mikhail Kvaas. After hearing the story of the disappearance of people, said:

I know the place, it's a axignic log. You do not worry much, God will give, they will come there tomorrow. This "hole" when opens, usually people after a day "releases." But not always, though. Once there, the woman disappeared from the Old Believers, in honor of her and the log called. Yes, and now people are sometimes lost. But I was lucky.

And Markelich told Mikhail his story, as he was three years ago, walking along the forest stream (where before, by the way, she passed more than once, but without adventure), heard suddenly a strange hum, whiskey squeezed. Then all the sounds disappeared, everything around as if shifted, swam. Suddenly, Markelch became very easy, unprecedented joy settled in the soul, the body was filled with force, cheerfulness. And even the sun seemed to shine in a hundred times brighter! And the places around seem to be familiar, but not those. There was no right before this forest, no thicket of hawthorn on the edge. For some time, Markelich was in such a raised state, and then it turned off. When I woke up, I saw myself sitting on the boulder. Everything was the same as always, just he felt himself differently.

An elderly man, a widower, in addition, having injured after a meeting with a bear, suddenly felt like young. The hand, leg, whining the bones, have ceased to hurt. Markelich remembered well that it happened to him, but how much it continued, he would not have been able to say: there was no clock. Returning home, on restless behavior of pets and livestock, he realized that they were not fed, and concluded that there was no approximately day. The acquired forces did not leave Markelich and with time. Soon he brought a young wife to the house - a daughter of a long time acquaintance from the neighboring village. They had a son, and now they expected the appearance of another baby.

Having spent over the forester, Mikhail went to the very place at the Birch curve in the hope of meeting the missing friends. With a fading of the heart he looked at the footpath behind the boulder: what if this time would not give a "hole" her prey, what then? Mikhail almost rearned, sitting on hemp when he heard a familiar voice:

What are you sitting here?

It looks - in front of him, Vasily and Kostya stand - a little confused, clearly not understanding how they were here. According to them, they walked around the path in a beautiful mood, going to go to the fishing rods on the hillock, how they suddenly turned out where they came from! For a long time they could not believe the father with the son, which was missing whole day!

By the way, the bone, which had a slight displacement of the face bones (the consequences of labor injury), all signs of asymmetry disappeared. The face as if he fell into place! And his father has disappeared early gray, but a young shine appeared in his eyes. To the question: "Was a palm tree with them?", - Mikhail's comrades only shrugged. But only ten or fifteen minutes later she rushed after them. They waited for the dog for three days, but the "hole" did not give the palm tree back. Mikhail burned about her, but it was comforting such a thought: the faithful Palma took on the fate of his owner, because he could and he stay forever in this "scratch" - it was not for nothing to be a warning!

Soon friends left Axignin Log and did not return to those places.

The story is written by real events!
Hello friends, I want to tell you my story about which I remember with a shudder, such a thing has not yet happened to me.
August 1, 2006.
My name Herman. I am an ordinary young man, that's just graduating from school, I decided to go to the village as it did on the annual vacation!
I always liked to come here to relax, breathe clean air, walk around the fields, go to the forest for mushrooms or just fishing on the pond ..
I lived there my friend Vasya, we are with him the same year, my grandmother was not
Delight what we communicated. Constantly said: "Again Vaska? That he will not be lagging away from you, we already went all the apples, I broke the fence, that's just it will come to me, so on the head of the ladies, all the freckles fall "
But it cared for little me. Vaska The guy is cool, will always find something to do.
And once, somewhere in a couple of days after my arrival, we sat at his house, as suddenly in his "wise" head ripe a brilliant plan !!!
Tells me Vasya: - "There is a topic! What are we here with you forever what? Neither there is not here, let's go to the abandoned sawmill, something from there we will strive? Count How much can you find anyone? " - I thought a little asked:
- What is the abandoned sawmill? Why I don't know anything about her?
- So because it became abandoned only last year! The cases did not go with them, and I don't know anything anything, but I know exactly what you can smoke there! The sawmill in the forest but not far, maybe 500 meters and it is better to go there like a smack!
- In the dark, what should we do there?
- Take lanterns, in the afternoon there may be people, and at night, believe in anyone!
I solved a little thought, really, why not?!
Some weather we went home to otmazy, like in the club
Let's go and so I don't remember. After a long break, we met
Near the path leading to the forest, Vaska gave me a small lantern and slowly we walked to the thicket of forestry ...
We go, it means and I ask him: "Vasyuk, at least a knife took?" - He's me
- Not. Why do you need a knife?
- Well, wolves can there or someone else ..
"And what are you going to do this knife when I saw the flock of wolves?"
- Well, I do not know, and you?
"Nothing, I'll just stand still and slowly five to the nearest tree!" Everything is quiet! We are already approaching!
The bright moon was shining in the sky, it was quietly circle .. as in the grave .. Passing can still be 15 meters on the horizon appeared a gloomy lattice gate, connecting the wooden fence around an abandoned sawmill.
- Everything!!! So we are in place - whispered joyfully.
Looking around, we carefully approached the 2 meter fence and began to peer forward through the grilles. No one, silence!
For a short time, thinking Vasya began to unwind the wire tightening both draws and did it pretty quickly and skillfully, after which they scrupted and we went inside!
The sawmill itself was not big, the rug was on the right, but a little further the veranda in which they lay some drawers and something stuffed bags!
Here we looked a little, there I looked here and I say to me:
- Let's open the hut! There will probably find what we need!
- Come on! - I answered him! We approached the hut, and on it the castle weighs.
- Well, there was no sadness. - I said.
- Do not basque! - said Vasya - "right now I will open it with a mount" I went and picked it around the gate! Returning back the mount and snapped sharply on her, there was a strong grinding, after which the castle collapsed on the ground with the door eyes, and the nails fell apart .. Well, although the door herself did not collapse, Wasya rearranged! After standing a little with stupid expressions of individuals, we entered this hut .. Inside to our disappointment, nothing valuable and useful did not turn out, only sawdust, chips, a bunch of papers and a stack of login ..
Scratching the nape decided to go on the veranda! The veranda was significantly more huts, 10 long meters and 5 width and almost all was forced to be boxes and bags in which we hoped to find something valuable! Sketched to bags, touched. To the touch, something round, discovered and there beets !! A whole bag !!! Look at the other, potatoes !!! Vasya with surprise - "What is it for the fuck? Where is it here and for whom? "
- Maybe we dump us? Or check boxes for starters? - I asked.
- Wait to throw, let's look at the box first! - Vasya said, as the gate suddenly buried and immediately turned out! We were horrified, hiding behind the boxes and barely breathe began to listen. Unfortunately, we could not see anything from there.
After a moment, the little steps were rushed in the direction of huts, the uninvited guest slowly approached the door to make a terrible to the trembling, heavy breathing with a whistle, as if he was having something sick. After standing there, he turned around and the shoe shoe approached the veranda and stopped. My whole back from fear has become wet, and he continued to stand somewhere opposite us ...
Suddenly, after a couple of minutes, I understood with a big horror that this someone began to sneak into us unnoticed to us without making sounds like a predator. From horror I have so adrenaline jumped up that Iron taste appeared in my mouth, but we continued to sit quieter of water below the grass with stainless eyes and did not breathe exactly at all!
Suddenly he stopped somewhere two meters from us and again it began this terrible breathing ..
Not alive, I did not know when it all end, when he leaves? ..
But he stayed still and as if waiting for when we publish at least a sound that would finally overtake us!
And after a moment later, not with this, he suddenly rushed to the boxes from us to the boxes and let them kick a present growl like a wild beast! It was a man, and under 2 meters height, healthy as a bear, he continued to crash the boxes, then pulled a big knife from his pocket and the sparkling blade began to gut the bags that were near, moving further into the dark angle of the veranda!
And the Vaska and I arrived at each other, sit and do not breathe.
Having rolled down all the bags to the corner and breaking several boxes the rowdy stopped, it was repent and removed the knife in his pocket. Turned out in our side, stood a little bit and went shoe without noticing us towards the exit.
Here we heard how the gate closes and wrapped with a wire, then the night stranger shook the gate and disappeared as a nightmare before dawn ..
15-20 minutes later.
Vasya will speak first:
- Everything? He left? He asked a quiet whisper.
- I dont know. Quietly you.
Another 15-20 minutes later.
- We must leave, what will we do? - I asked Vasya.
- I will not go anywhere now .. he may be still there. - I replied frightened.
- What was it generally now?
I did not answer, but only silent, silent really fearing for my life ..
We did not know how much time was and where this crazy wanders, so we sat until dawn on this veranda! Fortunately, Spearly, at 4 am, the dawn had already begun and having already come to themselves a little bit from the veranda.
Our clothes were wet from fear, the eyes of red, faces and hands are dirty. We walked a little step over to the fence, a piece of paper hung on it. Then we looked around and climbed through the grille at the gate, we did not notice her at night.
Once at the other side, I looked at the sheet and Oboml! In the middle of the sheet it was written to the Koryaty, the printed handwriting "next time, kill"
Here Vasya quickly said: - "Let's go to the ker from here"
I nodded him several times in response and then my legs were like me to get away from there. We quickly walked, then sharply ran that there was no strength stopping!
Having arrived in the village, I decided not to tell anyone, I still have not seen this person, which means to talk and worry as if necessary! Although Vasya knew everyone in the vicinity, but she saw this huge man for the first time, so he told me.
We did not leave anymore from the village, not in the afternoon I tried to forget this nightmare at night by anything, while once in our village store did not enter the unfamiliar, a big man with a rude voice, buying a pack of Petra cigarettes Shoe shoe ...

From 6-12-2019, 21:01

This story happened to me and one more person, the real name of which I will hide and call Andrey.

It happened relatively recently. I met Andrey, as we agreed, in advance. It was supposed to be a small walk in a nursery located near the city. Nearby was located a bus station with a small shop and pierbile, but we decided to go to the cake, take something for a mini-picnic after a walk. Andrei had a plaid with him, on which we could comfortably accommodate.
The meeting occurred at 19:05. I remembered this time when I put the music by pause.
Before entering the cake, we stood and chatted some time about everything, but most of the conversation occupied hugs and kisses.
After buying edible, holding hands, I and Andrey went to the forest along the path. We walked quietly, without unnecessary conversations. Just walked and enjoyed the silence, which was sometimes interrupted by the noise of bushes and trees because of the wind, enjoyed the forest air and simply finding next to each other.
Sometimes people passed by or nearby, they talked loudly, laughed.
Especially in magic everything around was when the sun was almost gone, leaving only a couple of orange rays, and the moon, on the contrary, began to rise above the earth, acquiring the same, or rather another color resembling something between orange and yellow.

It happened in 1990, at that time I was 12 years old, the boy was still, but at the time it was already considered great. I lived with a cable named Hindu, the mix of husky with a mongrel, three years old was. The father of his little, dead, for the sinus in the frost brought, went out, focused and he became him an indispensable assistant, since his father hunted.
Days in October stood warm, dry. Father took me with him on the hunt, we had to wander the day in the forest, taking a night in the forest and the next day to return home. In the morning, my father took a rifle, a backpack with a simple snout, and we went to the forest. Mom went to spend us, the rods said goodbye and moved on. When, going down to a decent distance, I turned around, my mother also stood on the spot and baptized us after.
I drown the whole day in the forest, I do not remember, what kind of birds a father shot, in the evening they stopped for the night. They decided to swell under a big spreader Christmas tree, disadvantaged the fabric so that it was not to sleep on Earth, they had a campfire for a fire, so that it was enough for all night, the bonfire was raised, attempted and began to prepare for sleep. The father is visible, very tired of the day, with the war, it came down the whole wounded, lay first, and we were sitting with the Hindu yet. There was already a darkness around the light, discarded by the bone, nothing can be seen, and such a silence stood, as if everything around rapidly. And suddenly in this silence he heard the crack first, and then the noise of the falling tree and the blow of the Earth. I turned back and saw that the Christmas tree, under which the father lay, broke in half and collapsed on him. I scream and cry rushed to him, call him, trying to help, but that I could, a twelve-year-old boy, to do ... My father sighed hoarsely. And there was silence around again, only heard it was, like Sushin in a fire cracked.
For a long time, I was still roaring and tried to squeeze back to my father, the Hindu next to me was fishing with the laps and was whining. Suddenly I heard that someone called me, quietly so: "Boy, do not cry!" I turned around: the circle of light, who emanated from the fire, stood a woman. All in some black long clothes, with a black scarf on the head. The handkerchief was thrown on his eyes, the faces were not visible, and she stood as it were in the dark, without going to the fire. At that moment I did not even think where she came from, so I was delighted that not alone. And the woman extended my hand to me and began to say that the father would not help anything, he died, let's go with me that you had to do here. I, it was, went to her, without thinking about how in a dream, but the Hindu jumped up and began to bark and growl, throwing me to that woman, I don't let her go to me, and me to her. I seemed to have woken up, such fear was attacked me that I roared into my voice as small, grabbed my father's shotgun and sat down by the fire, trembling on horror. The woman began to walk in a circle without going out, and call me, and the Hindu was growling and rushed to her, either not running around the circle of light. How much did it continue, I do not know - maybe ten minutes, maybe midnight ... I was sitting like a stupor, just squeezed the gun. Suddenly, everything was aged, the Hindu, as if nothing had happened, lay down at my feet and only occasionally threw his head and growled. I looked around, the women were not visible anywhere. So we referred to the morning, and when it was lucky, I, as I could, closed the Christmas tree with branches, that fell, the body of the father, so that the beasts did not confuse, and went on the way back. I propose a whole day in the woods, it seemed to go to signs that my father showed, and when the fourth had already reached the same pine, I realized that I was finally lost. Some of how the Koshet's sworn and without his strength fell under the same pine tree, the Hindu also pressed around, and I seemed to fall into the darkness. I woke up, around all white-white, at night I did not have snow, the Hindu was not near, and I turned off again. I feel someone cold in my face pokes, I open my eyes, and this Hindu his nose pushes me. The mother runs away, and the men with horses are dismounted. When the explanations were made that, how, found the father quickly. It turns out that I'm not far from that place and left, for some kind of kilometer, and all day around Plutal.

I spent my whole childhood in my house, my parents were not allowed to leave the yard further, because there was a forest near and you never know what could happen to a little girl. Forbidden fruit of sweet, I looked out every day into the window on this forest, it seemed as if he was alive. The trees whispering among themselves, and it seemed to me that they saw me and just looked like me on them. In the foreground, ate was visible, they were so dark that looking at them, it became a little terrible. And here I am already an adult girl, and the desire does not disappear. Yes, I decided to disobey my parents.

One day I decided to go there, see what is there. In the morning I collected all the most necessary things, a little meal and went to the place. But I could not go there, something wandered my hand, I just stood on the line between me and the forest. Expanded, I went back home. The heart was pounding like a madman, I tried to disobey the feasibility of my parents. It was necessary to calm myself. After I took the bathroom, I sat down on the windowsill and looked away. For me it was too difficult to gather and go there again, it was necessary to do it gradually. I decided that I would walk to the place every day and until I would not feel that I was ready, I would not go there.

So it took two weeks, and I felt that I could enter there. A light breeze blew on me, he was so warm and gentle that the body was warmed from him. I got up and went straight into the forest. There was a little path, which was clearly a protopant man. I realized that going on such a path, I would definitely not be lost and return home during. Only in the forest you understand how the silence really sounds. There was absolutely no one around me, and the trees were built as smoothly that they formed a certain arch. Very unnoticed with dark.

I decided that it was time to return home and continue my journey tomorrow, but as soon as I turned around, something unimaginable happened. There was a few trail around me, although I clearly remembered that there was only one. What to choose? How to get to the house? I did not know. And in the bushes something has shredded. It quickly moved and suddenly because of the trees looked like a big wolf of the muzzle. But it was not a wolf. The wolf should be small like a dog. And this creature was giant sizes, it was much more than me. Fangs became visible, this creature teeth were white as clouds in the sky. All wool shoved and looked like hedgehogs. It became scary. What will happen to me? I will die? Really now?

It began to approach, and the first reflex worked for me instantly, I did not even have time to think. The legs fled so quickly that I thought I could reincut the whole car now. But it was faster and stronger than me. I did not look back, I got out of the back at me, and I hit my head on a stone. This is the last thing I remembered from this situation. I woke up in an incomprehensible hut. But I knew exactly what a man lives in it. She was a cock, the oven was flooded, and there were flowers on the table. The head broke away from pain, the feeling was evolving that the brains in it were simply melted. It was too difficult to get out of bed, it was easier to be just lying in it, so the head was less than hurt. The door was dissolved, and a man came into her, he had brightly pronounced brown eyes, the hair was black, like a night, and the devices are coarse. On his shoulders hung wolf skin. The heart beat from excitement, I did not know what kind of person it was. With the same formidable gaze, he looked at me and asked how I was in the forest. Did you never talk to me, do not go to this forest. Of course, they said, but curiosity for a woman is, first of all.

The minute of the weather I learned that the monster is in it. . But I thought they were only in fairy tales, it turns out, and the fairy tales sometimes come to life. He is a story to me that was born that she simply could not cope when the night comes and this night I just do not survive. He had no sympathy, he did not want to let me go, support the life of a person, for the meat to be tastier, it was, of course, insensitive. He was hungry, but I did not want to become dinner. The only reason why I survived was that it was full of that night, and I stayed for later. After he came out, I waited a few minutes and found the strength to knock the window and goes somewhere in flight. I agreed on everything except death. The legs rushed me forward. Already dark. Not stopping for a minute, the legs were all rushing and rushed, and so I hear a terrible wolf. He chases me. And now I see the edge of the forest, so he is my last jerk, and the wolf is already behind. A couple of seconds and I jump over the threshold of the forest, turn around and see these glowing eyes. He could not get out of him. I was saved. I will never go to this forest anymore.