Poltergeist. Belarus

It excites curiosity and fantasy, gives room for discussion and speculation, encourages to go back to one of NZ's most pressing issues our civilization: "are we Alone in the Universe?". You can't just dismiss the testimonies of ocevidcev that widen something that struck their imagination.

Recall: first idle fiction science assumed the existence of mirages, but the study of them led to Otkryty new optical properties of the atmosphere. For a long time nobody believed in the existence of ball lightning. Now, scientists are seriously talking about the possibility of sozdana these "fire balls" by artificial means and even how you want to use them.

This incredible istory I told the woman, by profession is a doctor. For obvious reasons, the only usloviem was to change family, name, patronymic. The fact that she survived, does not fit into the usual framework.

Once Maria S. Sidorova (let's call it so) was out late with a book. Not because fascinated by the plot of the narrative, and just to pass the time. Warmly shone the lamp in the room was dozing dog. And suddenly she heard a man's voice: soft, quiet, it resembled the voice of her husband, who died a year ago.

"Maria, come to me on the street," he called insistently.

The woman thought the voice was coming NC corridor. She went to the door peephole. No one, the corridor was empty. Sat down again in the armchair and tried to concentrate on reading. But again the voice, in the form of an order demanded to go outside.

Maria S. got dressed warmly, and as if sleepwalking, took the Elevator down to the first floor. Confidently walked up to his "Zhiguli" have opened the door (keys were in his hand) and sat behind the wheel. When I was driving along Leninsky Prospekt, mechanically looked at his watch and noted in the memory of time – an hour after midnight. Where she goes – Maria S. did not know. Hands confidently moved the car, changing gears, the car dutifully stopped for a red light. Felt only the givenness of the route, as if someone invisible was directed by thoughts and actions directed to wherever he wanted.

Stopped the car and got out... Sidorova near the Northern cemetery. A dim light from the lanterns, but fear not. Approached the gate and began to push them to enter. The gate wouldn't budge. On the contrary, she had the impression that someone invisible strenuously resists her desire to enter the realm of the dead – pushing in the opposite direction. Promuchavshis a few minutes, Maria S. again went to his car. Sat behind the wheel, started it and drove off. And suddenly again heard a voice. Now he was sarcastic, angry, sarcastic.

"Why are you so stupid come in the night here? What are you doing here?.."

The ridicule, the abuse continued. Then the woman who has always been admirable composure, broke down, yelled, turning around in the back seat, where, by the way, nobody:

"Get out of you finally...".

The car continued to rush, but Sidorov is clearly heard at full speed and opened the door, and something slammed to the asphalt. A car door slammed. The woman looked in the mirror, and the asphalt was empty. The machine shook a moment longer and something irretrievable could happen. Drove toward the car, and Maria S. almost crashed into her. Hit the brake. To Sidorova ran, swearing, two guys. But, looking at the white face of the woman who silently, then sat behind the wheel, cursing ceased.

No tears came, only nerves were tense as a taut bowstring. Maria S. continued the road to nowhere. He found himself near his home. Mechanically locked the car, took the Elevator to the ninth floor. Opened the door of the apartment. Dog peacefully dozing on the carpet, suddenly jumped up, as if sensing something was wrong, and with a loud Lanham began to jump around her, catching something invisible. From lamp sat the son, anxiously looking at her mother:

"Where were you so late was, I was worried about you..."

And fell silent, seeing his mother's eyes in which danced the horror. Vitoliv not a word, Maria S. no forces collapsed on the bed. Teeth tapped tap, it seemed that she could never get warm. Pulling all the blankets that were in the apartment, the woman forgotten heavy sleep...

In the morning, Sidorova remembered it all clearly, down to the minute. What happened to her is clearly deposited in the memory, causing terror. Who to contact, and who will believe this incredible story? And then Maria S. went to Church. There was deserted, only the woman in black smahnula the dust from the faces of the saints. Sidorova in the same breath told about what happened to her. The woman listened attentively, never smiled, just stared compassionately into her eyes.

"If, dear, you and again this happens, and crossed himself. If the hands do not rise, then at least mentally do it", she said. But history will not repeat itself.

Afterword. If someone this story will seem too fantasticheskoy, then we do won't object. Consider read another entertaining story about unusual phenomena. But remember, Tsiolkovsky also once started with fiction.

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