Mystical stories from the lives of real people are inexplicable. New mystical story. Mysterious Murders at the Hinterkaifeck Farm

From Yesterday, 13:20

It was evening, there was nothing. Or rather, a few years ago, on the night of "brewed, tayamnichuyu." We were in 11th grade at the time. They began to communicate well with one classmate - Alina, she was still a tearaway. A person who is not afraid of anything in life (or just looks like that). All in piercings (either 17 or 18 holes, she pierces herself). And I am a brazen reckless schoolgirl. Yes, only I have an innate sense of proportion (or maybe I'm just a coward), but if I smell danger at least a little in an adventure, I will never get into it.

And now to the point. For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered. And quite seriously I understand all these issues, I study and so on. But I've been avoiding mirrors since childhood. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid even during the day near the mirror, if I’m alone at home. And this incident happened on carols, as I already mentioned.

I stayed with Alina to spend the night. The apartment is large, 3 rooms. As well as 3 huge fat lazy cats. Only at that moment they mysteriously disappeared somewhere. It all started with beer and Christmas movies. And then at one fine moment it hit my friend's head to tell fortunes. On the clock, the time is wolf - about two in the morning. I started talking to her. Yes, but it's useless. In general, I had no choice but to start "from afar", in the hope that my friend would finally leave this idea.

From Yesterday, 13:20

It was evening, there was nothing. Or rather, a few years ago, on the night of "brewed, tayamnichuyu." We were in 11th grade at the time. They began to communicate well with one classmate - Alina, she was still a tearaway. A person who is not afraid of anything in life (or just looks like that). All in piercings (either 17 or 18 holes, she pierces herself). And I am a brazen reckless schoolgirl. Yes, only I have an innate sense of proportion (or maybe I'm just a coward), but if I smell danger at least a little in an adventure, I will never get into it.

And now to the point. For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered. And quite seriously I understand all these issues, I study and so on. But I've been avoiding mirrors since childhood. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid even during the day near the mirror, if I’m alone at home. And this incident happened on carols, as I already mentioned.

I stayed with Alina to spend the night. The apartment is large, 3 rooms. As well as 3 huge fat lazy cats. Only at that moment they mysteriously disappeared somewhere. It all started with beer and Christmas movies. And then at one fine moment it hit my friend's head to tell fortunes. On the clock, the time is wolf - about two in the morning. I started talking to her. Yes, but it's useless. In general, I had no choice but to start "from afar", in the hope that my friend would finally leave this idea.

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Mysterious Murders at the Hinterkaifeck Farm

In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed on the small farm of Hinterkaifeck shocked all of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrendous cruelty.

All the circumstances associated with this crime were very strange, even mystical, and to this day it remains unsolved.

During the investigation, more than 100 people were interrogated, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was also identified.

The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming it was haunted. new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.

Apparently, the attacker was on the farm for at least a few days - someone fed the cows and ate in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney during the weekend. The photo shows the body of one of the dead, found in a barn.

Phoenix Lights

The so-called "Phoenix Lights" are several flying objects that more than 1000 people observed on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the sky over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the USA and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.

In fact, two strange events occurred that night: a triangular formation of luminous objects that moved across the sky, and several motionless lights hovering over the city of Phoenix. However, in the latest US Air Force, they recognized the lights from the A-10 Warthog aircraft - it turned out that at that time military exercises were taking place in southwestern Arizona.

Solway Firth Astronaut

In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a picture of his five-year-old daughter with Kodak. The Templetons claimed that there was no one else in these marshy places except them. And when the pictures were developed, one of them showed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl. The analysis showed that the photo was not subjected to any changes.

falling body

The Cooper family has just moved into their new house in Texas. In honor of the housewarming was covered festive table, at the same time decided to take some family photos. And when the pictures were developed, a strange figure was found on them - it seems that someone's body is either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers did not see anything like this during the shooting.

Too many hands

The four guys were fooling around taking pictures in the yard. When the film was shown, it turned out that one extra hand appeared on it from nowhere (peeps out from behind the back of a guy in a black T-shirt).

"Battle of Los Angeles"

This picture was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists cite it as evidence of extraterrestrial visits to Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of searchlights fall on an alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was pretty retouched - this is a standard procedure, which almost all published black-and-white photographs were subjected to to heighten the effect.

The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by the authorities. The Americans had just survived the Japanese attack, and in general the tension was incredible. Therefore, the military got excited and opened fire on the object, which, most likely, was a harmless weather balloon.

The lights of Hessdalen

In 1907, a group of teachers, students and scientists set up a scientific camp in Norway to study mysterious phenomenon, dubbed "The Lights of Hessdalen".

On a clear night, Bjorn Hauge took this picture using a shutter speed of 30 seconds. Spectral analysis showed that the object must be composed of silicon, iron and scandium. This is the most informative, but far from the only photo"Fires of Hessdalen". Scientists are still scratching their heads as to what it could be.

Time Traveler

This photo was taken in 1941 during the opening of the South Forks Bridge. The attention of the public was attracted by a young man who was considered by many to be a "time traveler" - because of his modern hairstyle, zip-up sweater, printed T-shirt, fashionable glasses and a soap camera. The whole outfit is clearly not from the 40s. On the left, a camera is highlighted in red, which was actually in use at that time.

9/11 Attack - South Tower Woman

In these two shots, a woman can be seen standing on the edge of the hole in the South Tower after the plane crashed into the building. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she was on the list of survivors. How she did it is beyond me, considering everything that happened in that part of the building.

skunk monkey

In 2000, a woman who wished to remain anonymous took two photographs of the mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County Sheriff (Florida). The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman assured that she photographed a strange creature in the backyard of her house. The creature came to her house three nights in a row and stole the apples left on the terrace.

UFO in the painting "Madonna with Saint Giovannino"

The painting "Madonna with Saint Giovannino" is by Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of the Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. Above Maria's right shoulder, a mysterious flying object and a man who is watching it are clearly visible.

Incident at Lake Falcon

Another encounter with a supposed extraterrestrial civilization took place near Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.

Someone Stefan Michalak was resting in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims to have seen the door open and heard voices coming from within.

He tried to speak to the aliens in English, but there was no answer. Then he tried to get closer, but came across an "invisible glass", which, apparently, served as a protection for the object.

Suddenly, Michalak was surrounded by a cloud of air so hot that his clothes caught fire. The man suffered severe burns.

Bonus:

This story took place on the evening of February 11, 1988 in the city of Vsevolozhsk. There was a light knock on the window of the house where the spiritualist woman and her teenage daughter lived. Looking out, the woman saw no one. Went out on the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.

The woman was surprised of great importance did not give. And half an hour later there was a pop and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking fell off, forming an almost perfectly round hole.

The next day, at the request of the woman, her Leningrad acquaintance, candidate of technical sciences S.P. Kuzionov, arrived. He carefully examined everything and took several pictures.

When the photograph was developed, it showed the face of a woman peering into the lens. Both the mistress of the house and Kuzionov himself found this face unfamiliar.

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When I was little, I was a very lively and restless child. Everything was interesting to me. If my mother told me not to go somewhere or not to do something, it sounded to me like: “There is something very interesting there!” and "If you don't, you'll miss out on all the fun!"

me, like most children in our country, parents sent them to the village for three months in the summer. Every time we went there, I resisted as much as I could, not wanting to go to my grandparents, and when they took me back, I resisted again with all my might, not wanting to return to the city and to school.

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We lived together with my mother-in-law. She was a doctor, very good. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. Mother-in-law calls, we talk about our children. I cough during the conversation. She suddenly says - you have basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us in half an hour. Listens to me through his phonendoscope, knocks on the back and says: - Do not argue with me. Get dressed, let's go for an x-ray.

We took pictures. In fact, I have pneumonia. Exactly like she said. Made me go to the hospital, treated me personally. And after a short time, she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.

We were very sad for her. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:

How do you think? Is there something after death?

Once after a bath, I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I'm still surprised, it just doesn't open without effort. There was no draft for sure. I followed this, fearing to get sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don't want to. I don’t sleep, but I don’t want to get up, I’m very tired at the dacha. I just got cured, if I don't close the door, I'll get sick again.

And suddenly I thought:

I wonder if that light actually exists or not?

And mentally turned to the dead mother-in-law:

Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are not there, there will be no one to treat.

And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed? Repeated:

Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.

Door opened!

Can you imagine?! We got together the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for peace.

We had a case. On the anniversary of the father, they decided not to call anyone, but to modestly commemorate. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary booze.

We sit at the table in the kitchen. Mother put the photograph of her father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook upright under it and leaned it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka, a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.

It's already evening, we decided to clean up everything. I say that you need to take the stack to the bedside table in your father's room, let it stand there until it evaporates by itself. My mother is very rational, she does not really believe in all these customs. He says so frivolously: “Yes, why clean up, I myself will drink now.”

Only she said it Notebook suddenly, for no reason at all, she crawled along the edge of the table and knocked over her father's pile. The photo fell, and the vodka was all poured out to the last drop. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to overturn it).

Have you ever had hair on your head? Then I experienced it for the first time. Moreover, the whole body was covered with goosebumps from horror. I couldn't speak for five minutes. The husband and mother were also in shock. As if the father said from the next world: “Here you are! You will drink my vodka, of course!

I ran into something strange yesterday.

It's already past midnight, we are sitting with my dear, watching "Midshipmen", and we hear that someone is swinging in the yard.

The third floor, the windows overlook the landing and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is familiar to tears - my little one loves them, but you can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate.

After a couple of minutes, I became interested: who is it that fell into our childhood - I think there are no children on the street at this time.

I go to the window - the swing is empty, but actively swinging. I call my friend, we go out onto the balcony, the entire area is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but they continue to swing, increasing the amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam at the swing - a few more "back and forth", a jerk as if someone had jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.

Some local spirit frightened away.

I remembered. Once upon a time they lived in the taiga. And then the passing hunters came to visit. Guys small talk lead, I set the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder aloud why I counted one more person.

And after that, the hunters said that they stopped on the boat in one place - they were interested in a bunch of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had pulled the man up and covered him with deadwood, a foot in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking their boots - to inform them where they were supposed to, order aircraft to take out the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the cannibal bear.

Here, along with the boot, probably, the restless soul tagged along.

We once rented an apartment with my husband and a three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. They lived in peace. And somehow, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathroom, gave her children's toys, and did something around the house, periodically looking after her. And then she screams. I went to the bathroom, she was sitting, crying, and blood was running down her back. I looked, the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger at the doorway and says: “This aunt offended me.” Naturally, there was no aunt, we were alone. It was terrible, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.

Two days later, I am standing in the bathroom, my daughter comes in and asks, pointing her finger into the bath: “Mom, who is this aunt?” I ask: "Which aunt?". "This one" - answers and looks into the bath. "Here she sits, can't you see?" I have a cold sweat, my hair is on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter is standing and looking into the bath and as if meaningfully at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle all over the apartment! She calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child comes to the corner of the room and offers some candy to her aunt!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came for payment, I asked him who had lived here before? And he told me that his wife and mother died in this apartment with a difference of 2 years, and for both the deathbed was the bed on which my daughter sleeps! Do I need to say that we soon moved out of there?

My friend lives in a pre-revolutionary building. Another great-grandfather-merchant built it. Once she returned from the store, she sees a peasant in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, spinning around himself, as if dancing.

A friend asked him: For worse or for good?

To which he sang: And you will lose your child, you will lose your child!!!

And immediately disappeared.

For a long time, a friend was worried about her children, met them from school, did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, to his father. She rarely visits her mother, so we can say that she lost her child.

I didn’t write about it for a long time, I thought it was my personal. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.

Mom will be 2 years old on June 26, as she is gone. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one got sick and was not going to die at all). I saw golden threads on my mother from her head straight into the sky. I have square eyes, I moved back, back, sat on the bedspread. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. The only thing I could say was: Fuck you! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I'll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I will die soon?”. Mom, you were so right

For the first time, my mother fainted on a chair, I called an ambulance, yelling in a non-human voice. And mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mother, mother ...”, as if she really sees. Then I started yelling: “Bab, get away from here, leave it to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke, my mother came to her senses with them. In the evening, everything happened again, and already forever.

It was many years ago. My 91 year old grandmother passed away. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and placed it in the pantry for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to immediately take her away, and she stood there for several days.

And during this time, a lot of something inexplicable happened in the house ... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone's look (reproachful) during the day. Everything fell out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervously tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to go past the pantry and didn’t even go to the toilet at night ... We all understood that the soul is restless toiling and when the father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed with us. Granny! Forgive us, we must have done something wrong!

Mom told me three days ago. We go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, but a rare dog barks. The night birds have already stopped singing, they are preparing for the fall. More from my mother's words.

I woke up from the fact that someone was knocking on the second door of the corridor (the first one is wooden and bolted, the second is modern metal). The knock was not strong, and knocked as if with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out without permission, and the grandfather, after smoking, closed the door with a key. But the clock was almost 2 am, the house was quiet - everyone was sleeping. She asked "who's there?" The knocking stopped for a while. Then children's voice said: "It's me ... let me go." The yard dog and the two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked "who is there?". The knocking stopped completely.

I have a very rational mother, she does not suffer from visions. She spoke very anxiously. You need to know our family, especially my mother - she doesn’t believe in anyone, she’s not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what kind of nonsense is this?”, But like this. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.