Ghost. Russia

This story happened in 1999. Researcher of anomalous phenomena Alexey Priyma received a curious letter from a pensioner Anna Sergeyevna Loshkareva from a small village near Moscow. In a letter to the pensioner described his unusual encounters with moose and Priyma came to visit the old woman to learn details of its history.

- Started this hell four months ago. Just under the Old New year. In the evening of the twelfth of January - the beginning of the story the old lady - I Went to sunset with empty buckets in hand to the spring for water. Not far from here across the field to go to the rim of the forest. Down into the ravine, come to the spring, and then, suddenly, a moose trampled. Serious beast, large. Not a youngster. Come, my dear, from the forest to drink. Frost then stood strong. All streams in the vicinity pozamerzali, and wide rivers in our area there, so he came to a spring of water to drink. Polite was. Stood still and waited as long as I water from a spring in your bucket scored. Close to me stood. Very close. And all remember, nostrils wiggling. The air itself was pulling. Was Unghiul than I smelled. Only when I'm with a full bucket went away from the spring along the path trodden in the snow, to the spring he stepped. I remember climbed the slope of the ravine to the top and looked around. See moose leaned over the spring. The water to drink.

Then suddenly, stomping along the path across the field towards me with empty buckets in hand Marya, my roommate. We stayed with her, moved on the trail, met. The bucket on the ground lowered, it is empty and I'm full. They talked about this and that for about five minutes and left. Maria also saw that moose.

Passed few days, I can't remember how much. About eight or ten days. I went in those days to the spring regularly, but never seen moose there. And with neighbor Mary on the way back from the spring to the house faced. Other people from our village, used to meet on the trail leading to the spring, but Mary is not.

And once again I headed up to sunset to the spring for water. Come. And there — lo and behold! — moose is. The same. I recognized it immediately! Worth sort of waiting there for me. Well, I drag myself down the slope of the ravine to a spring. Collect water in buckets, and he was there dubitsa. Nostrils moved, noisy breathing. To me, as last time, thoughtfully unhived that way. Barely moved I with full buckets in their hands from the spring, the elk stepped forward, bowed his head and let the water from the spring to drink. I step off the trail, which stretches obliquely along the slope of the ravine, and they look back. And he, you all drink. Have vybrala I groaned from the ravine on the field and take — on a path trodden in the snow through a narrow field, walking towards my neighbor Mary. Of course, with empty buckets. Stopped. Scratched languages. Broke... And Mary again, too, saw the elk in the spring.

Later Priyma with Loshkareva visited the house of her neighbor Mary. The lady of the house fully confirmed the story Loshkareva. She also saw a moose near a spring. And, as Anna Sergeevna, seen him there many times. Important detail: in the words of Maria, none of the other villagers never met the moose in the ravine, where is a spring. Very intrigued by the whole story with the moose, Maria interviewed on this account almost all of its villagers.

— And then here it was, continuing to remember, said Loshkareva. — Flew again for a few days. I continued to regularly go to a rim forest for spring water. However, elk were not met. And Marja for all those days too, never saw. And once again I went on the sunset on the water. And, you know, was delighted when have seen near a spring of elk. Froze in place, handsome. Is and again it seems as if there waiting for me. Did I get spring water in a bucket, and he sniffed me again. And on the left. I stomp on a path through a field back to his house. And meet me, see, there is Mary with empty buckets in their hands. Then I was just horror-stricken heart! Wait, I think. It's that kind of obsession is this?! How to meet a moose in the spring, so immediately on the path with Mary face, nose to nose. Oh-Oh-Oh, I think. Chu-de-sa! Good do they?

Such miracles continued with Loshkareva until the end of February.

- For two months, the moose was out with me five times. I repeat, five times! And whenever he was, I met on the way back from the spring to the house of a neighbor Mary on the path! We wonder about this talking, all the nerves each other't taken their toll. Most importantly, we were scared! And with each new encounter with a moose got worse.

We decided then to Mary, not good. Demonic obsession is what it is, we decided. Thought it was the devil, taking the form of a moose, takes some kind of a bad sign to me. To this day it speculated! Sometimes, in the evenings racking my head over it all. And can't find the answer to the question — what is happening? Why what happened? Why, in the name of what it is, the miracle of the moose, came in, came into my life, simple and sinless? I wanted to say this to me? What was hinted?

After hearing and writing the story Loshkareva of strange encounters and coincidences, Priyma left the village. A few months later he decided to write to the pensioner and not ask if she had a chance to meet again with the elk near a spring in the ravine or somewhere else? But the answer to my letter the researcher is not received. Then he decided again to go to the village and found out that the pensioner Anna Loshkareva suddenly died. She died on the twelfth of may, a little more than one month after conversations with the Subject. Neighbours found the lifeless body of Anna Sergeyevna lying in the beds of her vegetable garden. Next to the body lying on the ground shovel.

Further, the end of this mysterious story will go from the face of the researcher.

Accompanied by Mary, a neighbor of the deceased, I went to a small local village cemetery, there to almost fresh once the grave to commemorate the deceased. Standing in mournful silence shoulder to shoulder with Maria in front of the grave, I threw a stray glance at one of the neighboring grave, and then on the other. Grave mound over the body of the departed in the world other Loshkareva was inserted, pressed down between these two old graves were located not on the outskirts of the cemetery, where were buried in the graves of still unoccupied land of the dead new other. Modest metal crosses towered over the two low burial mounds left and right of the grave Loshkareva. Judging by the plate that is welded to one of the crosses, near the grave of Anna Sergeyevna rested her husband, who died long before her eight years ago. And under another cross on another nearby grave, judging again by the inscription on the plate buried coffin with the body of some woman, who died early. Reading the inscription on the plate, I was slightly taken aback. Turned sharply to Mary, who was standing silently next to me, and a worried voice asked:

— And over there, under that cross which the woman rests?

Under those? — asked Mary. And he explained: — Under the sleeping the eternal sleep, the sister of the late Anna, God rest her soul. It is also in our village lived.

And why would she have a different last name? — Yes, she was bestwina. The handicapped person from birth. None of the men did not want a handicapped person to get married to take. So all my life the girls were, poor.

From this answer I have chills went shaky wave back. New eyes, astonished, I stared at the cross with a sign, vybivshiysya over the grave of Anna Sergeyevna. Loshkareva, died 12 may this year. And the moose she first met on 12 January of the same year. All such meetings with the moose was five. Die Anna after exactly five months after the first meeting with a moose. Exactly! Accurate to the day. But that's not all. The name of her mother, too late sister, a lifetime on the shelf held, was... Loseva!

Again run through look for the occasion. 12 Jan 1999 Loshkareva first met first elk near a spring, and a few minutes later and her neighbor Marja. All these synchronous meetings in a relatively short time-lines of fate "Loshkareva — moose near a spring — Marya" was five. 12 may 1999, that is, exactly five months after the first meeting with the elk, Loshkareva died. A passing coincidence, suggestive to the idea of obviously paranormal underpinnings of all this: if the name bestwina sister Anna Sergeyevna was Loseva, therefore, Loshkareva, too, was born Loseva.

The role of a neighbor of Maria in this absolutely stunning story were, at my guess, the secondary coloring in nature. I find it no more than fair. The hand of Providence is invisibly re-appeared out of the mist in the mirror during those chosen by Providence day. She pushed imperceptibly every time with Maria in the back. And Mary immediately went for water to the spring, driven there by force, the existence of which in nature were not even aware. Guided by a mysterious force, it is fit for prohibitive orders over, inaudible to her ears, the line of fate "Loshkareva — moose — Maria". At the heart of this lay is clearly superhuman figures of logic, principles of thinking, ways of information transfer. The metaphor was entangled in the norms of thought, infinitely foreign to any person. And the result was too complex, incomprehensible to those to whom it was addressed. For Anna Sergeyevna Loshkareva it remained until the last day of her life a riddle that defies unraveling, decoding...

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