Mysticism of history. Mystical stories from life. Ghost in the Mirror

Mystical stories from life that are very difficult to explain from a logical point of view.

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The other day there was a quarrel with a relative. Personally, I would have long ago reduced communication with her to a minimum, but my mother stubbornly clung to her, because “there are no more relatives”, “this is not good”, “what if we need help, and besides her, there will be no one to help” .

About 20 years ago, when our family was going through difficult times, we often borrowed money from this relative. Everything was returned. She also helped resolve some organizational issues several times. She gave me expensive gifts as a child. I considered her the ideal woman and dreamed of being like her: beautiful, charming, popular with men, kind, rich. When I grew up, everything turned out to be a little different.

I have never been particularly naive, believing in dreams and miracles, but an incident that happened 2 years ago made me think and change my outlook on life.

The fact is that I have had poor eyesight for a long time, and I have already come to terms with it. But exactly 2 years ago, on the night of July 6-7 (the famous holiday of Ivan Kupala), a miracle happened. Waking up on the morning of July 7, I again saw with my own eyes 100% independently! I no longer needed glasses or contacts. By the way, medicine cannot explain such a case. And I considered this a miracle, a reward, a gift from higher powers. Of course, the next day my vision fell again and is the same now.

I’ll say right away that I am an incorrigible materialist, but the story that happened to me still causes me confusion. It is connected with mysticism quite relatively, but it actually happened, nothing was made up.

After the seventh grade in 1980, my family decided to move from the Kirov region to the Rostov region, closer to our relatives, where there was a lot of sun, warmth and abundance of fruit. My aunt and mother’s sister and her family lived three kilometers from Kamensk-Shakhtinsky on the banks of the Seversky Donets. My cousin, who was a year older than me, was an avid fisherman and spent time on the river from morning to night. I also became addicted to fishing. And so my brother and I once decided to organize night fishing.

I want to dedicate my confession to a man known by everyone, or almost everyone, by the nickname “Stranger.” I will try to tell in detail what prompted me to write my story.

More than six months ago, when quarrels began with my husband, trying to find answers to my problems on the Internet, I accidentally found the “Confession” website. Reading the comments, I saw the Stranger, not so much his mysterious avatar, but his statements, his points of view at some point came into contact with mine, touching my soul. I’m not talking about love, I love one man in my life, this is something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy emanating from a person.

I won’t say that I consider myself one of his fans, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, while others sometimes outraged me, but I learned from many of his views on life for myself. Has my personal life improved? It's not perfect yet, but it probably won't happen. A stranger is like a kindred spirit, without seeing his face, appearance, without knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are charmed, men argue about interruptions). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And during all the time on the site I could no longer feel what you felt when the Stranger commented.

This story happened to my father. This was several years ago. My parents have a dacha in the Krasnokutsky district of the Kharkov region. My father loves to wander through the forest and knows it well. The forest where he walks, not far from the dacha, is pine.

So, he says that he was once walking through the forest, and in a place where he had often been before. And then he sees that he is walking not through a pine forest, but through an oak forest! He also saw a pond there, which he had never seen in those places, but he knew for sure that there was no pond there. He got scared and began to look for a way out, guided, as he said, by the sun. After some time I found myself in the pine forest again.

I sometimes have prophetic dreams. Some of them are about how and who takes one of their loved ones or acquaintances to the next world.

I had a very strange and memorable dream about my mother-in-law. It’s as if my mother-in-law is lying on something, and a beautiful young woman is leaning over her and scolding her for something, pointing at me. I woke up and began to analyze. I remembered another dream related to my mother-in-law. I dreamed of some kind of hole or grave, earth, and my mother-in-law was burying my photograph. I thought maybe that young beautiful woman scolded her for this act?

This story happened literally tonight, and since then I have been looking at my cat with different eyes. In some ways it even resembles a horror film.

Actually the point is this. Last night I had a nightmare, and it involved this cat, by the way. Of course, there is nothing unusual about this; everyone has nightmares sometimes. And, in general, the nightmare, as it usually happens, reaches its climax and I woke up in the middle of the night and heard what was purring in my legs! That is, it was as if he was enjoying the fact that I was having a nightmare. In general, a cat never purrs just like that, only if you pet him or pick him up, but it never happens that he just lies there and purrs.

I have a serious problem. I absolutely cannot control my thoughts, or rather, they are not even thoughts, but obsessions. Moreover, my favorite places and things can be associated with negative thoughts.

For example, I look at some place and immediately before my eyes there is some terrible picture (as if something bad is happening in this place). And it begins to seem to me that this place is now connected with what I imagined. I really don’t want this place to be associated with something bad now, but diametrically opposite sentences pop into my head, like “I really want it to be like this.”

I am 27 years old, I have two daughters, a husband, thank God, I have a place to live and what to live on, but there is one “but”.

I grew up in a large and very poor family. There are five of us parents, I am the middle one. I didn’t go to kindergarten, but I studied very well at school. Next comes college, university and family.

My paternal grandmother was kind of like a good man, but few people communicated with her, everyone was afraid of her and considered her a witch (and a black one). Even my mother and father himself somehow avoided her. When my grandmother fell ill (she was about 75 years old), my parents had to take her in, and I had to help, look after her, and I even became friends with her. She died 6 months later and that’s where it all started.

In every person's life there are such incidents and stories that make your palms sweat and your hair stand on end. Of course, in fact, most of them are ordinary coincidences, but it is not always possible to believe in it. In fact, there is enough mysticism in our world, so another story, out of the ordinary, can happen to absolutely anyone. Next we will talk about the most mysterious and terrible cases that happened to people.

It happened in Latvia, namely in Riga. The young man recently got married. He decides to get together with his friends and chat a little. Of course, it couldn't be done without alcohol. All night the friends were buzzing at the top of their lungs and having fun like the last time. Lots of alcohol and drugs were present at the party.

After several hours of fun, everyone began to go to their rooms to rest and sleep. One of the friends decides to stay in the kitchen with the hero of the occasion in order to spend the night talking about concepts. When all the alcohol had already been drunk, and my friends could barely stand on their feet, the decision was made to go to bed. Young man, who had recently become a husband, went to his wife’s room, and his friend went to another, where no one was there.

This is where the mysterious story begins, based on real events. As soon as the guy lay down on the sofa, he immediately felt something was wrong: strange creaks and exclamations, swear words spoken in a whisper. Of course, such a situation could frighten anyone. Then a shadow flashed in the mirror located opposite the bed, which fairly frightened the young man. He was afraid to get up, because he did not know what would await him. Then knocking noises were heard, similar to hammering a nail. The thought immediately appeared that alcohol and drugs were making themselves felt. This could be considered true if not for a strong knock, after which the guy can’t stand it and turns on the light.

What he discovers next is simply maddening. There was a hammer lying on the floor, the knocks of which had been heard earlier. Strong fear and a sense of self-preservation took over, and the guy ran to sleep in another room. Waking up, he told a story friends. But they were not laughing. It turns out that this house was built by an adult man who traveled the world. Soon he hanged himself from a tree near the estate. How and why he did this is still not known. And his ghost still haunts the house.

Reading this mysterious story, based on real events, your skin will get goosebumps and your hair will simply stand on end. Sometimes you are amazed at what happens to people.

A young girl working in an office all day long practically never appeared in her apartment, as work absorbed her from head to toe. The only thing she did while at home was shower, cook and sleep. There was simply no time for other things. The girl did not have fun and did not invite friends to visit, since the malicious boss did not give the young lady rest.

And one day the moment came when the apartment had to be sold. It was removable, and the owner found a buyer. Consequently, the girl had to move out of the living space belonging to another person. According to the rental agreement, there was only one week left until the next payment. That's how much time was left to find a new apartment.

Hire realtors there was no money or time. Therefore, the young lady went to friends who could help her. And, it would seem, it turned up good opportunity live in a friend's apartment for a low cost. But there is one discrepancy - my grandfather recently died in this place, and a year before him his grandmother. For some reason, the owner of the apartment decided not to tell this to her friend. Apparently, she wanted more money.

Having packed her bags, the girl finally moves to a new apartment. Of course, she appeared there again very rarely, since it was the end of the year, and it was necessary to prepare various reports for the entire working period. There were no days off at all.

One day, the boss decided to give the girl a gift, giving her a day off. She devoted the whole day to cleaning the apartment. In the evening, tired of all the fuss, she drank a glass of red wine and turned on the TV, where they were showing cartoons. Suddenly young lady I heard her lock opening. Strong fear gripped her. Then the man's footsteps went to the kitchen. For several minutes the apartment tenant lay in bewilderment. Later, having gained strength, she finally decides to go check. But there was no one there.

The next day she told this story to her friend, who was renting her an apartment. She could not restrain herself and said that it was on the sofa where the girl slept that both her grandfather and grandmother died. Most likely, it was their spirits that traveled through the house. A few days later, the resident packed her things and left. She didn't communicate with her friend anymore.

Mystical real story from the lives of real people originates in the nineties of the last century. It's perestroika, no one has money, everyone is surviving as best they can. And so the unremarkable family lived absolutely like everyone else: a small apartment, two children, an unloved and low-paid job.

But one day the head of the family declares that bought new car . There were many quarrels over this purchase, since there was no money even for food, and my father was buying transport. New purchase there was an old Audi 80 with a mileage of more than two hundred thousand kilometers. And from the first day, for some reason the car did not like its owner: it constantly broke down, some parts fell off, rust “ate” the body.

My father spent days and nights in the garage, trying to fix the problem that had resurfaced. Every day brought miracles: a tire puncture was already such a common thing that the new owner was not at all discouraged, but dutifully repaired his “swallow”.

And then one day, when patience was simply running out, it was decided sell a car. Before preparing for sale, the family decides to wash the car inside and out to create a more or less presentable appearance. The children decided to clean up the trash under the seats, where a package was found.

This bag contained various letters containing all kinds of curses and conspiracies. Of course, this creates great fear. It is not known who left these inscriptions in the car and why, but they made me very nervous. It was decided to dispose of all curses by burning. And so they did.

After this, some strange things began. For example, someone stole my mother’s wallet. Gradually the problems only gained momentum. One of them serious problems there was work. For some reason, the boss is so angry with the husband and wife that he decides to deprive them of their salaries. Accordingly, it was necessary to look for new sources of income, because a family with children would simply die of hunger.

And here is the buyer for the car. Having arrived at the right place at the appointed time and having inspected the vehicle, he decides to purchase the car. After spending small test drive, the buyer drove into a hole and punctured the tire. This is just the beginning of his problems. Still, he decides to buy the “cursed” car, unaware of its past. The deal went through, the money was received, the buyer left.

From 07/12/2019, 01:18

Winter 1943.
The family warmed themselves by the fire, which they could barely light. After the last bombing, she lost her head. Lenochka (she had just turned 5) was clinging to her brother, who was soon to go to the front, and gnawing with appetite on a gingerbread that he was able to find on a recent sortie. Max then found another bag of buckwheat, a saucepan and whole unmolded bread. The mother was busy distributing food for the next week.

After 3 months, Maxim was returned from the front. He wasn't dead. Injured. Lost his arm.
Helen was glad that her brother returned. She sat with him in the back room of the house and told him what happened during his absence.
Suddenly she clasped her hands.
- And an angel also descended from heaven. He cured Uncle Ostap and all the other guys in the hospital.

1. A double soul is a human being capable of combining two souls, one of which is demonic, and the second is human. Those people who were considered to be vampires, werewolves, witches, etc. were called dvoedushnik.

2. Auka - a creature (a type of forest spirit). Auka loves to fool people in the forest, responding to their cry “Aw!” from all sides. Leads travelers into a remote thicket and abandons them there.

3. Bannik - a spirit living in baths, usually represented as a small old man with a long beard. Like all Slavic spirits, he is mischievous. If people in the bathhouse slip, get burned, faint from the heat, get scalded by boiling water, hear the cracking of stones in the stove or knocking on the wall - all these are the tricks of the bathhouse. The bannik rarely causes any serious harm, only when people behave incorrectly (wash on holidays or late at night). Much more often he helps them.

My mother-in-law and I lived together. She was a doctor, a very good one. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. My mother-in-law calls and we talk about our children. I cough during a 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 half an hour later. He listens to me through his phonendoscope, taps me on the back and says: “Don’t argue with me.” Get dressed, let's go for the x-ray.

We took pictures. It's true, I have pneumonia. Just like she said. She made me go to the hospital and personally treated me. And after a short time she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.

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

How do you think? Is there something after death?

One day after a bath I wanted to lie down. She lay down and suddenly opened up balcony door. I was also surprised, it just doesn’t open without effort. There was definitely no draft. I followed this, afraid of getting sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don’t want to. I can’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 she turned to her deceased mother-in-law:

Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are gone, there will be no one to treat you.

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

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

Door opened!

Can you imagine?! We gathered the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for the repose.

We had a case. On their father’s anniversary they decided not to invite anyone, but to modestly remember him. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary drinking party.

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

It’s already evening, we decided to clean everything up. I say that the stack should be taken to the nightstand in my father’s room, let it stand there until it evaporates. My mother is very rational, she doesn’t really believe in all these customs. She says so frivolously: “Why clean up, I’ll drink it myself now.”

As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason at all, slid along the edge of the table and knocked over her father’s stack. The photograph fell, and every last drop of vodka spilled out. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to knock it over).

Have you ever had the hair on your head move? That was the first time I experienced this. Moreover, my whole body was covered in goosebumps from horror. I couldn’t say anything for about five minutes. The husband and mother also sat in shock. It’s as if my father said from the other world: “Here you go!” You’ll drink my vodka, of course!”

Yesterday I encountered something strange.

It’s already past midnight, we’re sitting with my dear one, 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 adores them, but I can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate it.

After a couple of minutes, I began to wonder: 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 playground is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but continues to swing, increasing its amplitude. I'll take it powerful flashlight, I direct the beam at the swing - a few more “back and forth”, a jerk as if someone jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.

I scared away some local spirit.

I remembered. Once upon a time we lived in the taiga. And then passing hunters came to visit. The guys are making small talk, I'm setting the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder out loud why I counted another person.

And after this, the hunters said that they stopped in one place on the boat - they were interested in a pile of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had picked up the man and covered him with dead wood; a leg in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking a boot - to report where they were supposed to, order an aircraft to remove the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the man-eating bear.

The restless soul probably got stuck together with the boot.

We once rented an apartment with my husband and three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. We lived in peace. And one day, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathtub, gave her children’s toys, and I did something around the house, periodically keeping an eye on her. And then she screams. I go to the bathroom, she sits, cries, and blood runs down her back. I looked at 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 became creepy, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.

Two days later, I’m 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,” he answers and looks into the bath. “Here she sits, can’t you see?” I was in a cold sweat, my hair was standing on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter stands and looks into the bath and seems to be meaningfully looking at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle throughout the apartment! I calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child came to the corner of the room and offered some candy to some aunt!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came to collect payment, I asked him who 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! Need I say that we soon moved out of there?

A friend of mine lives in a pre-revolutionary house. My great-grandfather, a merchant, built it. One day I returned from the store and saw a man in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, and spins around himself as if he is dancing.

A friend asked him: For better or worse?

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

And immediately disappeared.

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

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

Mom will be 2 years old on June 26th. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one was sick and had no intention of dying). I saw golden threads from my mother’s head straight into the sky. My eyes are square, I backed away, sat down on the blanket. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. All I could say was: Wow! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I’ll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I’ll die soon?” Mommy, how right you were

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

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

And during this time, a lot of inexplicable things happened in the house... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone’s gaze (reproaching) during the day. Everything was falling out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervous and tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to walk past the storage room and didn’t even go to the toilet at night... We all understood that the restless soul was toiling, and when my father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed for us too. Granny! Forgive us, we probably did something wrong!

Mom told me three days ago. Our children go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight it is only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, and a rare dog barking. The night birds have already stopped singing and are preparing for autumn. Further from my mother's words.

I woke up to someone knocking on the second door in the corridor (the first one is wooden and has a bolt, the second one is modern metal). The knocking was not strong, and it was as if they were knocking with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out into the street without asking, and the grandfather locked the door after smoking. But it was almost 2 am, there was silence in the house - everyone was asleep. She asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child’s voice said: “It’s me... let me in.” The yard dog and two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked “who’s there?” The knocking stopped completely.

My mother is very rational and does not suffer from visions. She told me it was very alarming. 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 here it is. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.

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Mysterious murders at the Hinterkaifeck farm

In 1922, the mysterious murder of six people committed in the small village of Hinterkaifeck shocked the whole of Germany. And not only because the murders were committed with horrific cruelty.

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

More than 100 people were questioned during the investigation, but no one was ever arrested. Not a single motive that could somehow explain what happened was identified either.

The maid who worked in the house ran away six months ago, claiming that there were ghosts there. The new girl arrived just a few hours before the murder.

Apparently, the intruder had been on the farm for at least several days - someone was feeding the cows and eating in the kitchen. In addition, neighbors saw smoke coming from the chimney over 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 were observed by more than 1,000 people on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1997: in the skies over the states of Arizona and Nevada in the United States and over the state of Sonora in Mexico.

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

Astronaut from Solway Firth

In 1964, the family of Briton Jim Templeton was walking near the Solway Firth. The head of the family decided to take a Kodak photograph of his five-year-old daughter. The Templetons assured that there was no one else in these swampy places except them. And when the photographs were developed, one of them revealed a strange figure peeking out from behind the girl’s back. The analysis showed that the photograph had not been subject to any changes.

Falling body

The Cooper family just moved into their new house in Texas. In honor of the housewarming it was laid out festive table, at the same time we decided to take some family photos. And when the photographs were developed, a strange figure was revealed on them - it seemed that someone’s body was either hanging or falling from the ceiling. Of course, the Coopers didn’t see anything like this during filming.

Too many hands

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

"Battle of Los Angeles"

This photograph was published in the Los Angeles Times on February 26, 1942. To this day, conspiracy theorists and ufologists refer to it as evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations visiting Earth. They claim that the photo clearly shows that the beams of the searchlights are falling on the alien flying ship. However, as it turned out, the photo for publication was heavily retouched - this is a standard procedure that almost all published black and white photographs were subjected to for greater effect.

The incident itself, captured in the photo, was called a “misunderstanding” by 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.

Lights of Hessdalen

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

Björn Hauge took this photo one clear night using a shutter speed of 30 seconds. Spectral analysis showed that the object should consist of silicon, iron and scandium. This is the most informative, but far from the only photo of the “Lights 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 ceremony of the South Forks Bridge. The public's attention was attracted by a young man whom many considered a "time traveler" - due to his modern hairstyle, zip-up sweater, printed T-shirt, fashionable glasses and point-and-shoot camera. The whole outfit is clearly not from the 40s. On the left, highlighted in red is a camera that was actually in use at that time.

9/11 attack - South Tower woman

In these two photographs, in the hole formed in South Tower After the plane crashed into the building, you can see a woman standing on the edge. Her name is Edna Clinton and, not surprisingly, she ended up on the list of survivors. How she managed this is beyond comprehension, 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 a mysterious creature and sent it to the Sarasota County (Florida) Sheriff. The photographs were accompanied by a letter in which the woman claimed that she had 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” belongs to the brush of Domenico Ghirlandai (1449-1494) and is currently in the collection of Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. A mysterious flying object and a man watching it are clearly visible above Mary's right shoulder.

Incident at Lake Falcon

Another meeting with an alleged extraterrestrial civilization occurred at Lake Falcon on May 20, 1967.

A certain Stefan Michalak was relaxing in these places and at some point noticed two descending cigar-shaped objects, one of which landed very close. Michalak claims he saw the door open and heard voices coming from inside.

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

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

Bonus:

This story happened on the evening of February 11, 1988 in the city of Vsevolozhsk. There was a light knock on the window of the house where a woman who was fond of spiritualism lived with her teenage daughter. Looking out, the woman saw no one. I went out onto the porch - no one. And there were no footprints in the snow under the window either.

The woman was surprised, but of great importance didn't give it. And half an hour later there was a bang and part of the glass in the window where the invisible guest was knocking collapsed, forming an almost perfectly round hole.

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

When the photograph was developed, the face of a woman appeared on it, peering into the lens. This face seemed unfamiliar to both the housewife and Kuzionov himself.