Ghost. Russia

An eyewitness account:

On the morning of 30 August 2017, with two friends went hunting. After a short drive UAZ arrived to the right place.

Dismissing the route (everyone is going their direction), I was reminded that as hunting trips I have on this day, and meet up with anyone (you never know who will be in the woods) is not desirable. And on the left. After a long fruitless walk in the woods I came on an old forest road, half overgrown with grass and directly, strewn with mushrooms: boletus, flap mushrooms, mushrooms. Took out a bag from his backpack and began to gather mushrooms for dinner.

It was a good day — sun, blue sky, forest scents and warm summer – resort and only. After some time sat right on the curb to smoke. And then I hear: the rumble of the motorcycle coming towards me. Mindful of the undesirability of meetings, I got up and went off the road into the woods.

About five meters from the road turned out to be the bushes and I did not have time to reach them, as you can see the man drives "the goat" ("Minsk"). He appeared suddenly from the moment I heard the sound of the engine and before I saw it was no more than a minute. Back on the boot and tied the backpack, along the frame, attached the covers with rods (at least it seems), no guns, dressed typically for the forest or fishing: grey cloth jacket, rubber boots short, cap is also a rag with a visor. Persons to be considered failed and not tried. It went not fast, the bike rattled pretty loud, but somehow muffled.

To be cautious was not necessary, I'm back on the road when he passed me, and looked after him. Motorcycle, I thought, was moving somehow smoothly despite the forest side of the road. A hundred meters he disappeared around a bend and it just got quiet motor the sound. I thought that fell a man, and not stalled whether the engine. Stood for a few moments — listened – it was not heard.

I turned and went, musing: where it is possible to go, and even with the rods? That way there is no reservoir, nor a seedy river — one of the peat bog. Only again began to collect mushrooms, as suddenly he realized that the middle of the road covered with grass and mushrooms were still intact –a blade of grass to blade of grass, nothing is flattened, the track to the right and to the left (sand with clay) flat and smooth after yesterday's rain was surprisingly pristine.

Passed the entire stretch of road, during which I saw a guy on a motorcycle - never had any marks (!), but mine, which were clearly imprinted on the wet sand. How so?

Next to the road it is impossible to pass — all overgrown. Not in the air he was rolling! Returning to camp, I waited for his comrades and told them about the guy on the motorcycle and the road. They didn't believe. Yeah, we saw it coming, but no sign of any there, except yours. Probably, it was necessary to capture everything seen on a mobile phone camera, so they could believe. But who in their right mind would remove the men on motorcycles who ride in the woods? So what was it?

Later the old hunters told me that this "staropavlovskaya" the road (up to 50-ies of the last century, it has traveled from the city of Asbest in Sverdlovsk; it is still so called) passed through the peat, where just in the drainage ditches and were fishing was infested with carp and roach.

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