(c) Ice'Di/Triumph
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Welcome my dears
lovers of mystery and
unusual! This time I
collected quite a bit
some interesting notes.
So read on
ill health... Hehhhhh!
The pens gurgled...
Whose do you think
this is such a face here on
Is he staring at you angrily?..
No! It's not HIM! And even
not HIM! This is our old one
familiar Blade/TM!
Face 2 year old
prescription, and in addition
cut out with fine blurry
photos... Hehhhh!
Some kind of demon! Crap! Okay,
Something made me feel uneasy...
In short... Read... Hehhhh...Bzzzzzzzz...
.Party with a ghost.
All great chess players, according to their own memories,
Once in my life I played chess with... a ghost.
Robert Fischer, American chess genius, before
to become a world champion, I had a strange dream. It's like he's coming to him
a gray-haired old man in rich oriental clothes and offers to play
party, pointing to an old board with dear and living (!)
figures. According to Fischer, the old man played as hard as if he
the opponent was not the future champion, but a student who did not know
chess basics. Of the three games, Robert lost all three, but
the old man, before disappearing, said a few flattering words to
address of the future champion.
As it turned out later, not only Fischer played chess with
a ghost genius, but earlier Alekhine and Capablanca, and later
Karpov and Kasparov saw him in a dream and were defeated by . This old man appeared in dreams of many prominent
chess players. He played, though only with a select few, however
He also didn’t deprive others of attention and explained everything to almost everyone,
that chess is not just a game, but a philosophy, esotericism. Exactly
in chess, they say, the formulas of cosmic harmony are encrypted and
the secret of the universe.
.Bad omen.
We consider ourselves civilized people and refuse to believe
into anachroisms. Folk signs seem far-fetched to us
superstitions. That's what I thought until recently.
...Six months ago my mother died. And only we had time
recover from this blow of fate, like three weeks after
funeral my father dies in a car accident. When
were burying my father, I heard out of the corner of my ear how one of our neighbors
said another: “There is such a sign: if forty days have not passed
after one funeral, and there are already new funerals in the house, then there will be
soon the third deceased from this family...>. I was shocked then
these words, I turned around and said: “What nonsense!” What are we,
Are you and I living in the Stone Age?>. But... a month has not passed since then
the day my brother died of a heart attack.
It is possible, of course, to explain everything that happened in the usual way.
coincidence. However, this fact is far from isolated. After all, it is
Folk signs are based on the analysis of many events. And in
Our family, I would like to hope, the troubles are over.
Alexander N.
.Retribution.
Anton Yakovlevich saw this unusual house on the outskirts of Berlin
in '45. I stopped the tank, inspected the first floor where they were located
kitchen, pantriesand a shower room. With interest he climbed up high,
a well-ventilated attic where German homeowners have spent years
store grain.
On the triangle of an old envelope I sketched a plan of the rooms:
- When our sons grow up, together we’ll build a house like this in our home
village.
But a decade and a half passed after the war before
managed to get down to business. Already resinous logs were piled on
plot. Sawed boards lay along the fence. It wasn't just
brickea. And then he remembered that on the outskirts of the neighboring village
The ruined church has stood for a long time.
And now with three sons they were breaking out old bricks
church yard. An elderly peasant stopped near them:
- Are you doing okay, my friend? Aren't you afraid of trouble?
“You can’t restore this church,” Anton objected.
Yakovlevich. - Everything valuable was stolen from here forty years ago. A
These bricks, as you can see, are of no use to anyone.
- That's not what I'm talking about. Have you forgotten about the fate of those who
destroyed the temple? Have you forgotten how their village burned like a torch? Retribution
there will be no blowjob for the one who touches the holy walls...
The old man left. Anton Yakovlevich sat down on a stump and rolled up a papier.
.Tough times.
About ten years ago, as part of a Chelyabinsk tourist group
“I was hiking along Taganay,” said Nikita Deiko. -
The places are simply magical. But one day something incredible happened.
Returning to the parking lot, me and my three companions
got lost.
Me and another guy had watches, but they were at the same time
stopped. In broad daylight, pitch darkness descended over us.
We walked literally at random, skinning our hands and faces bloody as we made our way
through dry densespruce forest We were overcome with horror. Wandered (by
according to our calculations) about three to four hours and finally reached
familiar places, and then found their parking lot. Tourists rushed to
us with tears of joy. It turned out that they were looking for us. Just don't
three to four hours, and... almost two days! There are just so many of us
was in the parking lot.
I still wonder what it was - a journey
in time or a parallel world with a different chronal amplitude?..
.And women have bloody eyes.
I've never had any fantastic powers
writes E.I. Polyansky in his letter, - but me (as much as himself
I remember) there were always amazing incidents
In childhood, for example, me and two of my boy friends saw
UFO in the sky. In my youth, one night near the ruined village
Church I met... a ghost. I was numb and numb from fear, and
cold sweat just thinking about this incident to this day
breaks through. And just recently...
A week ago I went into a grocery store near my house and
I run into a plump elderly woman in lilac at the door
sundress. I see that her head and face are covered in blood. I'm already
I shuddered, but I looked closer and there was no blood. It seemed?
Wow, I think I'm hallucinating!
After some time I leave the store and can’t believe my eyes.
Woman (the same one in lilacsundress) lies on the road under
truck wheels. Head and face are covered in blood! I looked at the poor guy
and thought: “So, it didn’t seem to me there in the store, I just
foresaw what was about to happen in a few
minutes...>
.Remove the crow.
They say that if a bird flies into the house, it is not
good. Well, this summer I was able to verify the truth of these
words And this is what happened.
One fine July day I was about to take out all
my family (wife, seven-year-old child and our dog) out of town. It is necessary
Let me tell you that we had a great time. We found a quiet, beautiful place.
We had a very tasty lunch and had fun playing football. In general, everything
We were satisfied with our outdoor recreation, if not for one thing,
which somewhat dampened the mood.
We are already getting ready to go home. The wife comes to the car and opens it
front passenger door and screams in horror. On the seat
a huge crow settled down. She looked at us impudently and
suddenly it croaks! (Apparently the bird flew into the open window
car when we were passionate about football). About ten minutes I
tried to kick the crow out of the car. It was possible by force -
resisted to the last.
And on the way back at one of the sharp turns I didn’t
managed to control the car, the car skidded, and we were at fullon the go
flew into a ditch. Neither I, nor the child, nor the dog practically
suffered (except for the shock of what happened). Here's mine
the wife was hospitalized with multiple fractures.
She was unconscious for several days. Now, thank God,
The crisis has passed, and my beloved wife is at home. But sometimes
in a dream, delirious, she repeats the same phrase: “Take away
crow, remove the crow...>
.The magic of numbers.
There are people who are more afraid than fire of such numbers as
13 or 6. I don't know what effect the damn thing has on me
a dozen, but six constantly helps me - that’s for sure.
Let's start with the fact that I was born on 06/06/1966. No matter what house I'm in
never lived (and I traveled a lot around the former USSR, because my father
military), the number 6 was sure to be either in the house number or
apartment number. The date of birth of my father is interesting -
11/16/1936, and for my mother - 07/26/1936. My big brother
born 06/08/1960. And so on.
It’s a tradition in our family: if we go shopping, it’s better
buy six (no more) items in total; when purchasing tickets
It’s better to ask for at least one place to have the number 6; in the morning
the whole family wakes up at exactly 6 o'clock...
Yes, I almost forgot. I now live in Yekaterinburg, and digital
this city code is 66... those
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