Terribly scary stories. Very short and very scary stories

RUSTY SCISSORS

Last year, I had to fly to another city for business reasons. I needed to spend one night there, so I opened my laptop and found a cheap hotel that was closest to the airport.

When I arrived at the hotel I was disappointed to see how dirty and unkempt the place was. I tried to find another hotel, but there were no rooms available anywhere. There was nothing to do, I had to stop there.

Entering my room, I felt heavy bad smell in the air. And the room itself was somehow creepy and cold. I lay down on the bed, but I was terribly uncomfortable. After shaking out the linens on the bed, I found strange thing. It turned out to be rusty metal scissors.

"God. This is terrible!” was all I could say. “The maid didn’t even bother to clean this room properly.”

I picked them up and placed them on the bedside table. I was so tired that I immediately went to bed. I decided to complain about the scissors the next morning.

Lying down on the dirty sheets, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. At night, I dreamed a strange dream. I felt someone sitting on me, very heavy, and I felt how this someone was looking intently at me.

I don’t remember exactly what time I woke up, but the room was still dark. When I reached over and turned on the light on my nightstand, the hairs on my head stood on end.

Rusty scissors lay on my chest. Their blades were pointed at both sides of my throat and even broke the skin. Another couple of centimeters and my throat would have been cut.

SHADOW IN THE MIST

When I was little and still in school, my father often took me hiking in the mountains. One day, we were very late, not noticing how it was already getting dark. A thick fog lay on the ground, and we could hardly make out the road. My father held my hand so that I would not stumble and fall.

As we went downstairs, I noticed a small dark figure in front of us. My father suddenly squeezed my hand very tightly.

Aw, dad, it hurts! – I exclaimed.

Father looked at me. There was genuine horror on his face.

“Close your eyes!” he barked. “And don’t open them until I tell you.”

He said this in such a tone that I immediately listened to him without asking any further questions. So, holding my hand tightly, he led me through the fog.

As I thought we were passing by the place where I noticed the dark figure, I heard a faint muttering: “Die, die, die, die, die...”

The rest of the way my father was silent, and only almost at the house did he finally allow me to open my eyes. Since then, he hasn't talked about it and refused to say what it was.

20 years have passed. I came to visit my father. We shared a bottle of vodka with him and had a heart-to-heart talk, like father and son. I remembered that incident in the mountains, and I dared to ask about it again.

“Remember that little dark figure in the fog?” I said. "What was it?"

My father was silent for a while, and then quietly whispered: “It was you.”

Having said this, he drained his glass and flatly refused to talk about it further.

PHOTOS FROM THE SCHOOL TRIP

When I was in sixth grade, our entire class went on a camping trip. All the children took cameras and cameras with them and filmed our trip. Returning to school, we began to look and show each other all the photographs we had taken, when suddenly one girl said: “OH! WHAT IS THIS?"

Everyone ran towards her to see what she saw. One photo was taken of a boy from our class while he was sitting on the bus. There was nothing strange in this photo, if not for his reflection in the window.

His face in the reflection of the window looked yellow and swollen, disfigured and distorted, and there was some kind of white shadow behind him. Looking closer, it became clear that it was a skull. It was terrible.

When the boy saw the photographs, he began to cry and became hysterical. Everyone in the class was scared. Classroom teacher sent the boy to the first-aid post and forbade us all to discuss this case.

Seven days later the boy died due to a brain tumor.

WHERE IS MOM?

There was a taxi driver whose wife went missing. He had to raise his five-year-old daughter alone. My father had to work a lot, so he could not spend much time at home. He often left home in the morning and returned only late at night.

His neighbor was a lonely woman who was happy to sit with the girl when her father was not at home. Every night, the girl woke up and cried, calling for her father. But one day, she stopped crying. After listening, the neighbor heard the girl laughing. It seemed like she was talking to someone.

“Her father has probably returned,” the neighbor suggested.

She opened the bedroom door and saw the girl sitting in bed alone and laughing in the dark. There was no one else in the bedroom. The neighbor decided to find out the reason for the girl’s strange behavior.

“Who were you talking to?” she asked.

With mom,” the girl answered. “When I cried, my mother came to me, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

The woman was puzzled.

“But I was here the whole time, and the front door was closed,” she said. -How did she get in?

The little girl pointed to the door to the basement and whispered - She crawled out of there...

A chill ran down the neighbor's spine, and she immediately called the police.

PANTRY

When my father retired, he had a lot of free time. He began to look for something to do with himself.

“There's a lot of wasted space at the end of the hallway,” he said. “It can be converted into a storage room.”

My father, being a keen man, spent two whole days on his new project. He nailed some shelves to the wall and installed a door at the end of the hallway, creating a small closet. The next day when I returned home, my father was nowhere to be found and I noticed a shiny new lock on the closet door.

The next evening my father was not at home again. Mother was very alarmed and asked me to inspect the pantry. I broke the lock and we went into the storage room.

Inside, we found my father. He sat on the floor, his eyes expressed nothing and he quietly laughed at something. What did he do? How was he able to lock the door while he was inside? We didn't get the answer to these questions because the father went crazy. He is still sitting in his closet, looking somewhere and smiling happily at something.

EMERGENCY CALL

An emergency call was received at the duty station at approximately half past seven in the morning. An elderly, desperate woman called, she said simply terrifying things. The task force quickly responded to the call and at eight in the morning was already at the apartment of the caller, or rather her neighbors.
The seasoned investigator Kalmokov felt uneasy; he was simply turned over with fear. In appearance, a monstrous, heartbreaking dismemberment, an incredible murder, took place in the apartment. Pieces of human flesh and body parts were lying everywhere: an arm, a leg. The investigator had never seen so much blood; it seemed to be everywhere in this apartment. But the worst thing, in his opinion, was a boy of about six standing silently in the corner of one of the rooms and covering his face with his hands. According to neighbor Marya Petrovna, who discovered all this horror, the boy screamed loudly, cried and called his mother. Kalmokov was perplexed as to who dealt so horribly with the boy’s parents. He had already begun to suspect the neighbor Marya Petrovna herself of this, began to ask her intrusive questions in a rude tone in a rude manner. To which the boy, who had previously been silent all the time, said:
- Don’t yell at Aunt Masha, she’s good and kind, she didn’t do this.
Kalmokov turned and said in a whisper:
- Who?
- And that pale guy who sometimes crawled on our ceiling, and now stands behind you, he’s very, very angry.
The boy pointed his finger behind the backs of investigator Kalmokov and neighbor Marya Petrovna...

E. I. Charushin. "A Scary Story"

Goals:1. Educational: arouse interest in Charushin’s books and drawings.

2. Developmental: develop imagination, attention, thinking.

3. Educating: bring up right attitude to nature.

Equipment: Portrait of E.I. Charushin, exhibition of his books and paintings, musical material, proverbs.

During the classes

I. Organizing time

Teacher. Today we will continue reading works on the topic “About our little brothers” under the motto “Look around! Sit down! Bend over! And look at your feet! Surprise a living living person: they are akin to you...”

Children read the motto in chorus.

Look at the book exhibition. Which author's work do you think we will read? What and who are his books about?

Teacher. Many years ago in ancient city Vyatka lived a little boy Zhenya. He loved animals very much.

In the Charushins' house there were cats, dogs, rabbits, kids, a guinea fowl with a broken wing, which Zhenya treated together with his mother, and twenty more songbirds. The boy loved to nurse wounded ducks and grouse, and was friends with the three-legged dog Bobka.

He never spent a single day without his four-legged and feathered friends. He understood their habits, character, mood, distinguished their voices. He learned to pronounce the sound “r”, to imitate the caw of a crow.

All childhood impressions later helped Evgeniy Ivanovich Charushin in his work.

Today we will get acquainted with one of his stories. Open your textbooks and read the title.

Children read "A Scary Story"

Teacher. Tell me, when and why is it scary?

Children. When it's dark and when you're alone at home.

Teacher. Depict fear and fear with facial expressions and gestures.

II. Work with text

Primary reading: Part 1 is read by prepared students in roles; 2nd part - teacher; 3rd part - prepared students.

Children. Petya and Shura were scared; they were alone.

They heard some sounds in the room, but there was no one in the room, anyone here would have been scared.

Teacher. What unfamiliar and incomprehensible words were found in the text?

Children. The words “canopy”, “closet”.

Teacher. Seni - a room in a village house between the porch and living rooms.

A closet is a storage room where food and various things are stored.

Read the 1st, 2nd and 3rd paragraphs with “buzz” reading.

Physical exercise.

Geese.

The gray geese were flying,

They sat quietly on the lawn.

They walked around, pecked,

Then they quickly flew away.

What did you find out about the boys?

Children. They said how brave they were and were not afraid of anything.

Teacher. What is a conversation between two people called? Read the dialogue by role.

Children read the dialogue.

How did the boys behave when they became scared?

Children. They rushed to each other and covered themselves with a blanket.

Children. The tone is mysterious, intriguing, excited.

The pace is leisurely.

Volume - quiet.

Reading "echo": the teacher reads a sentence or phrase, the students read the same sentence, imitating the teacher.

Independent work. Work in pairs.

Think about the questions.

What scared the guys the most?

How did they feel under the covers?

Can we call them cowards?

Who scared the boys?

Teacher. Read this sentence with joy, with sadness, fear, anger, surprise.

They look - yes, it’s a hedgehog!

Teacher. We read the third part in a chain. Prepare questions for this part.

After reading, one student comes to the board, and the rest ask him questions about the text.

Teacher. Reply to next questions.

1. Do you think the boys will take the hedgehog with them to the city when they leave the dacha?

2. Why do you think Charushin gave such a title to his story?

Conclusion. Birds and wild animals They feel uncomfortable in an apartment, they need a forest. Only hungry or wounded animals can be taken in to help them, but then they must be released.

Charushin makes fun of the boys who boasted that they were brave, but in fact were afraid of the hedgehog.

Physical exercise.

Game with a bunny.

The children went out onto the meadow,

We looked under the bush,

We saw a bunny and beckoned with our finger:

“Bunny, bunny, dance,

Your paws are good!”

Our little bunny began to dance,

Amuse small children.

Teacher. Which proverb fits the story?

The dog barks at the brave, but bites the cowardly

There is no need to be afraid, you need to open your mind.

With a coward and a talkative person you will get into trouble.

Don't be a sheep, and the wolf won't eat you.

Scared Crow and is afraid of the bush.

Fear has big eyes.

The teacher opens an exhibition of paintings.

Usually Evgeniy Ivanovich placed his animals in children's books, which he himself wrote. And do you know why? The writer spoke about it this way: “Did you look at the pictures? Have you read this book? Did you find out how animals and birds teach their children to get food and save themselves? And - you are a man, the master of all nature, you need to know everything.”

Children look at books by E. I. Charushin.

And now I offer you riddles, but unusual ones, but musical ones. Listen to the fragment and tell me who or what you imagined?

The 1st fragment sounds - “Bear”.

In what work did you read about a bear?

Children. Bianchi. "Musician".

The 2nd fragment sounds - “Hedgehog”.

Teacher. In what work did you meet the hedgehog?

Children. Charushin. "A scary story."

Teacher. What do these stories have in common? What do they make you think about?

III. Homework.

Make a little book about your favorite animal with your own drawings.

Stories with signs of today
Chronicle

It is absolutely clear that horror stories happened not only in the old days. They still happen now. Nearby, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since there are no vampires or space aliens, nor people with bear heads, all these today's stories have an absolutely everyday flavor.

With a focus on human meat pies, bags of blood and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "It was today, it was yesterday."

Black hand

In city N there was a hotel using notoriety. A red light was burning above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were missing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a place to stay for the night. The director replied that free seats no, except for that ill-fated room with the red light. The guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The hotel director gave him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and feather beds and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night as well. It’s already past eleven, it’s almost twelve, but sleep doesn’t come. It struck midnight! Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She tore the pillow with terrible force and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly got dressed and went to look for the hotel director. But he wasn’t there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough search. One of the policemen noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Having unscrewed the screws and moved the bed, the police saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. Pressed the button. The lid of the chest rose sharply, but silently. And the Black Hand appeared from it. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were as many as seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second one - skeletons lay there. They opened the third one - there was only skin there. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood flowed into basins. In the fifth, people in white coats were cutting up corpses. We went into the sixth room - people stood along long tables and packed blood into bags. We went into the seventh room and were dumbfounded! The hotel director himself sat there on a high chair.

The director admitted everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, it was required large quantity donor blood. The director was associated with one of the states. He was offered to organize the production of such blood for a huge sum, and he agreed and developed a plan with the Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine shape and a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room disappeared. The city now lives peacefully and sees wonderful dreams at night.

One day, a mother sent her daughter to the market to buy pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old lady said. That the pies have already run out, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her to pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl’s mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She didn't find her daughter. I bought some pies from the same old lady and returned home. When she took a bite of one pie, she saw a blue nail in it. And her daughter just painted her nails this morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police arrived at the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, sat them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human meat. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it at the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her life imprisonment.

Taxi driver and old woman

A taxi driver is driving late at night and sees an old woman standing by the road. Votes. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, I need to see my son!” The taxi driver says: “It’s late, I need to go to the park.” But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: “Wait for me here, I’ll be right back!”

Half an hour passes and she is gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to something else!" The taxi driver says: “What are you talking about! It’s night already!” And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay you well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He’s not here either. Take it,” he says, “to something else!” The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman left. She doesn't exist and doesn't exist. The taxi driver's eyes were already starting to droop. Suddenly he hears the door open. He raised his head and saw: an old woman standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is bloody, his hands are bloody, he picks out a piece of meat from his mouth...

The taxi driver turned pale: “Grandma, did you eat dead people?”

The Case of the Police Captain

A police captain was walking through an abandoned old cemetery at night. And suddenly he saw a large white spot quickly approaching him. The captain pulled out a pistol and began to shoot at him. But the spot continued to fly towards him...

The next day the captain did not show up for duty. We rushed to look. And his body was found in the old cemetery. The captain had a pistol in his hand. And next to it lay a bullet-ridden newspaper.

Meat grinder

One girl, her name was Lena, went to the cinema. Before leaving, her grandmother stopped her and told her that under no circumstances should she take a ticket to the 12th row in the 12th seat. The girl didn't react. But when she came to the cinema, she asked for a ticket to the second row... The next time she went to the cinema, her grandmother was not at home. And she forgot about her instructions. She was given a ticket to the 12th row in the 12th seat. The girl sat down in this place and, when the lights went out in the hall, she fell into some kind of black basement. There was a huge meat grinder in which people were ground. Bones were falling out of the meat grinder. Meat and skin - and fell into three coffins. Lena saw her mother next to the meat grinder. Mom grabbed her and threw her into this meat grinder.

Red cookies

One woman often had guests. These were men. They had dinner all evening. And then they stayed. And what happened then, no one knew.

This woman had children - a boy and a girl. The woman always fed them red cookies.

And they also had a red piano. One day, children came to visit the children. They were playing on a red piano and accidentally pressed a button. Suddenly the piano moved away. And there a move opened up.

The children went down it and saw barrels, and there were dead people in the barrels. The woman made red baked goods from their brains and gave them to the children. They ate it and forgot everything. The woman was sent to prison, and the children were sent to child care.

Woman from the morgue

One woman worked in a morgue. She had strange habit: When she went to bed, she put her hand under the pillow. Her comrades found out about this and decided to play a joke on her.

One day they came to visit her and quietly placed a dead man's hand under her pillow. The next day the woman did not come to work. The jokers came to her house. And she sits on the floor, disheveled, and chews on this hand.

The woman has gone crazy.

Applied stories. Games. Prejudice. Legends

According to some stupid tradition, all the scary stories told by children are usually called horror stories. This word is extreme. unsuccessful. It creates a one-sided idea that they only exist to scare children. This eliminates the artistic value of these stories.

But there are also truly “horror stories”. That is, stories that are functionally designed to applied application. They don't have a complete plot. And they really scare the listener. Not so much with the plot as with the screaming.

Finger

One woman's husband died. She cried and cried and decided to cut off his finger as a souvenir. She took it and chopped it off. Several days passed. She got up at night to milk the cow. And suddenly the husband comes in. She asks: “Are you here for a finger?”

Colorful shoes

One girl’s mother bought colorful shoes. But she warned her not to wear them before a year. In the evening the mother left home. And the groom came to the girl and invited her to dance. The girl says: “I have nothing to wear, just old slippers!” And the groom replies: “What kind of shoes are these?” The girl thought and thought and put on her colorful shoes. Late in the evening she returned home from dancing and saw that her mother was sitting without legs. “Mom,” he asks, “who cut off your legs?”

Black hole

If you have anything black, throw it away without hesitation. And listen to the story about BLACK HOLE. Close your eyes and imagine everything like a bad dream... Get up and go! You find yourself in a black, black forest and you are walking along a black, black path. You walk and walk: you walk past a black cemetery, where there are black crosses and the dead are waving their bony hands. One dead man sings a song:

COME TO ME, MY DEAR,

LET'S ROY WITH YOU IN THE DAMP GROUND,

YOU LIE WITH ME IN MY SPACIOUS COFFIN,

PUSH YOUR HEAD CLOSED TO ME.

WE WILL BE TOGETHER, WE WILL LYE HERE, SILENT

AND WELCOME THE FRESH DEAD...

And shouts: - YOU ARE IN THE HOLE!)

Four stories about the Queen of Spades

One day a boy called the Queen of Spades. And suddenly black hands with claws stuck out from under the bed. The boy ran out of the apartment, and his hands were behind him, he ran to the bus stop, and his hands were behind him. An old woman was getting off the bus, and the boy ran into the bus and hid behind her. Hands grabbed her throat and strangled her.

One night they were telling fortunes about the Queen of Spades. A lot of people gathered. Put the card ( queen of spades) on the table, and the door was opened so that she could enter. They began to wait. They waited and waited, but she was still not there. The guests got fed up and left. Only the owner, a young guy, remained. His father closed the door and went to bed. And the guy can't sleep. Suddenly he hears the door twitching. He comes in and asks, “Who?” No answer. And the door is already falling off its hinges. He pulled back and the door collapsed... The guy looks: The Queen of Spades enters the threshold and floats towards him. The guy goes to the door, but it’s closed. Then he broke the window and jumped out. And she is already on the street. And she goes to him, stretched out her arms, took him by the throat and began to choke him. It's dawn here. The lady disappeared and the guy died.

How to summon the Queen of Spades

(from narrators' notes)

A. You need to take a glass of water and a piece of black bread. Place the glass under the bed and the bread on top. At midnight, a blue light will light up in the glass - the Queen of Spades has arrived. She will guard your sleep until the morning. In the morning, only half a glass of water and an incomplete piece of bread will remain in the glass.

B. You need to go into a dark room, take a mirror with you and draw a ladder on it. You have to look in the mirror for a long time, and then a black figure will come down the stairs. We must quickly erase this ladder, otherwise the Queen of Spades will go down to the end and strangle you.

Q. It was in the hospital. The girls decided to call the Queen of Spades. They did everything as expected: they wiped the mirror with cologne, drew a heart and steps with a bar of soap, and said three times: “Queen of Spades, appear!” And she came to them. One girl managed to make a wish: she asked for chewing gum. The lady handed her the block, and as soon as the girl touched it with her hand, her hand turned black and became all crooked. The others got scared and quickly turned on the light. The Queen of Spades has disappeared. But the girl’s hand remained black and twisted, and whatever she touched with that hand, everything became charred. The girl was very afraid that she would touch her mother with her hand. One day it did happen. And what? The girl's hand became normal again.

In one black-black city

It was a long time ago. On one black-black planet there was a black, black city. In this black-black city there was a large black park. In the middle of this black-black park stood a large black oak tree. This large black oak tree had a black, black hollow. A scary big skeleton sat in it and said:

GIVE MY HEART!

White bow

One day, mother and daughter went to the store to buy bows. Mom bought the girl several red ones and a large white bow. She said, "Don't wear the white bow without me!" - and she went to work. The girl went out for a walk and showed everyone the red bows. “Do you have any more bows?” - asked the girlfriends. “Yes, there is,” said the girl. “I still have a white bow.” And she ran home to get the bow. The girl forgot what her mother told her and put on a white bow. But suddenly the bow untied, wrapped itself around the girl’s neck and strangled her!

Black Tulip

One girl’s mother went on a business trip for a long time. And it was under New Year. And she left her 10 rubles so that the girl could buy herself a carnival costume.

She comes to the store, and there the princess costume costs 20 rubles and the snowflake costume costs 15, and there is nothing else. And suddenly the saleswoman says:

Girl, do you want a Black Tulip costume?

How much does it cost?

Ten rubles.

And the suit looks great. Black silk dress and everything else a girl needs. The girl, of course, bought a suit and ran home. The next day, early in the morning, she is sitting in the kitchen. And suddenly the broken radio spoke of its own accord: “Girl, girl, jump out the window! Black Tulip has appeared in the city." The girl thought that someone was joking. And she lived on the ninth floor. And the radio says again: “Girl, girl, jump out the window! Black Tulip got off the trolleybus and is approaching the house.” She didn't pay attention again. “Girl, girl, jump out the window! Black Tulip is approaching your apartment,” the radio says again. The girl got up, went to the doors to see who was joking, and the doors opened by themselves, and the Black Tulip appeared on the threshold. And right at her. She was scared, and the radio would scream: “Girl, girl, you shouldn’t have listened to me, now jump out the window, maybe you’ll be saved!” The girl jumped out the window. He falls, and not like a stone, but as if on a parachute, in a word, it is clear that he will not kill himself if he falls. And Black Tulip leaned over the window sill, stretched out his arms, and they began to grow.

They grow, they grow, they want to grab the girl. And already at the very ground they grabbed me and pulled me back. And the Black Tulip says to her: “You wanted to run away from me, I’ll kill you for that!” She cried: “Don’t kill me, Black Tulip!” “Okay,” he says, “brew me something to eat.” She cooked him something to eat, and he ate everything he had and left her nothing. And he said: “I will leave, and you will clean and cook here. You will be my maid, and if I don’t like something, I will eat you.” And went into the closet. And so for several days in a row, he ate everything, and she was hungry. And then one afternoon, when the Black Tulip was not there, the radio spoke again: “Girl, girl, take the Black Tulip costume out of the closet and burn it.” The girl opened the closet. Only the suit hung there, but the Black Tulip himself was not there. She threw it on the floor and set it on fire. It all immediately burst into black flame, someone screamed terribly, and the girl lost consciousness. When she came to, there was nothing where the suit had been. And the Black Tulip never came again.

Striped legs

There lived a family: father, mother and daughter. One day a girl came home from school and saw that the entire apartment was covered in bloody tracks. The parents were at work at that time. The girl got scared and ran away. In the evening, the parents returned, saw the tracks and decided to call the police. The policemen hid in the closet, and the girl sat down to study her homework. And suddenly Striped Legs appeared. They approached the girl and invisible hands they began to choke her.

The policemen jumped out of the closet. My legs started running. The policemen rushed after them. The legs ran to the cemetery and jumped into one of the graves. The police are next. The grave did not contain a coffin, but an underground room with many rooms and corridors. In one of the rooms there were children's eyes, hair and ears. The policemen ran on. At the end of the corridor, in a dark room, an old man was sitting. Seeing them, he jumped up, pressed the button and disappeared. The policemen also began to press the button, and one by one they found themselves in a vacant lot. In the distance they saw legs and ran after them. Caught.

These turned out to be the legs of that old man. It turned out that he killed children and made cures for incurable diseases. And then he sold it for a lot of money. He was shot.

Don't worry, mom!

One girl’s friends came to her and invited her to the cinema. Mom let her daughter go, but with one condition, that she return back with everyone else - the long way. The movie ended late. It was already dark. The girl did not listen to her mother and took the shortest route - through the cemetery. She didn't come home. In the morning they called her apartment. Mom opened the door and fainted: a child’s leg was hanging in front of the door, with a note attached to it: “Don’t worry, mom, I’m coming!”

Green Pistol-I

One aunt gave birth to a boy. Once she was sitting on a bench, and he was lying next to him in a stroller. And a gypsy woman passed by. And she said to her aunt: “Give me a ruble, I’ll tell you fortune.” The aunt gave her a ruble, the gypsy said: “Be afraid of the green pistol.” She said and left without explaining anything. A lot of time passed, and the aunt forgot about it, and her boy grew up and went to school.

And then one day he was walking home from school. He sees something lying in the bushes. He picks it up, and it’s a gun. Just like the real thing, only green. The boy was delighted, took it home and hid it.

At twelve o'clock at night the boy woke up and heard something hissing. He looked, and from under the bed a green pistol was crawling out and hissing like a snake. He threw a pillow at him, and the pistol fired and shot right through the pillow and climbed again. He threw a book at him, and the pistol shot through the book. The boy got scared, ran out of the room and closed the door, sat and waited for the pistol to come through the door and shoot him. And the pistol knocks on the door, but cannot shoot. Then the boy ran away from home. He sits on the street and cries. And that same gypsy woman walked past. “Boy,” he asks, “why are you crying?” “The green gun will shoot me,” the boy replies. “Don’t be afraid, here’s a red gun, go into the house and shoot the green gun.” The boy entered the house and shot the green pistol. And it fell into small pieces.”

Green pistol-II

One boy, about five or six years old, went into the yard for a walk and saw an unfamiliar grandmother in the yard. She was dressed all in black. In her hands was a basket covered with a black scarf, and a black kitten was rubbing herself near her feet.

Grandmother seemed suspicious to him. And he, to check whether she was a witch or not, hid, as they do in such cases, his hands in his pockets and twisted the barrels. The grandmother looked around and, smacking her lips, asked what he needed. The boy was scared, but didn’t show it. Out of fear, he said the first thing that came into his head: “I forgot my gun here, so I’m looking for it.” “Ah,” said the grandmother. - And I accidentally found a pistol here. By any chance, you didn’t lose this?” And she took out of the basket a small, shiny, incredibly beautiful green pistol.

The boy wanted to have it so much that he lied again: “Yes, it’s mine!” “Here, take it,” said the grandmother. The boy took it. The grandmother suddenly became all green, and the cat became green, and they disappeared. The boy, numb with fear, ran home. He didn't tell anyone about what happened and didn't show the gun to anyone. Before going to bed, he admired it for a long time, then put it under his pillow and fell soundly asleep. At twelve o'clock at night the bed with the boy began to fly, flew and fell into place. And the bed where mom slept turned green and disappeared. In the morning, the father told his son that his mother had left and asked him not to wake him up. But the boy noticed that where his mother’s bed stood, there was a green spot. Taking out a pistol, he began to examine it and saw that there was something written on it. He ran to his sister. She read:

I'M AFRAID OF FIRE

I'M AFRAID OF THE LIGHT

I'M AFRAID OF WATER.

The next night the boy went to bed again with a gun. At twelve o'clock at night, his bed took off and flew to the place of his mother's bed. And the father’s bed turned green and disappeared along with the father. In the morning the boy was afraid that he was not in his room. The bed with the father disappeared. And green marks were visible on the floor. The tracks led to his bed, became smaller and smaller and went under the pillow. The boy lifted the pillow, but except for the gun, there was nothing there. And then he realized who did all this. He remembered the inscription on the pistol and did this: he put it on the table where the sun was reflected. The pistol suddenly began to shrink. The boy put it under the water tap - the gun turned white. The boy took it and put it on the stove. The pistol turned black and meowed angrily, jumping to the floor like a black cat. The boy was not at a loss, took the mop standing in the corner and hit the cat. The cat grunted, spun around, hooted and disappeared. And then the boy saw that his bed had flown into place. And the beds with mom and dad appeared in their places. They were fast asleep.

They say that this old woman still walks around towns and villages and offers children a green pistol.

Father

One day the family was sitting at the table and eating, and the girl’s fork fell. She bent down and saw that her father had a hoof instead of a leg. The next day she died.

White horse

One day, men were walking along a ravine and saw a white horse. The horse rushed at them and began to trample and kick them. They killed her and hanged her. And the next day they come to that place, and there is a woman hanging there.

Pale boy

When the guys returned home after the disco, a pale boy always came up to them and said: “Give me the money.” And everyone gave him money. One day a group of guys were walking, they didn’t want to give money, they went to this boy, and he began to leave. And the guys kept walking and walking. And suddenly they entered the old chapel. And the floor fell under them. When they woke up, they were already in the hospital. They lay there for a long time, and no one came to visit them. One day a pale boy came to them.

Incident on the railway

The train was traveling. Suddenly the driver sees: a woman in black is standing on the rails and waving a scarf.

The driver stopped the train and got out. He looks - there is no one. Let's move on. He looks - the woman is standing again.

He went out - she was gone again. He began to look around and saw two children tied to a tree.

This is what turned out later. These children's mother died and their father married someone else. The stepmother disliked the children, took them into the forest and tied them to a tree. And she left. They began showing photographs of relatives to the driver, because he needed to find out who he saw. And he pointed to the photograph of his mother.

Diamond statue

In the middle of one big city there was a tall diamond statue. There was an inscription underneath that no one could read. To do this, they called a scientist from the capital.

And in this city there lived a young man. And he liked one girl. He began to propose marriage to her. She didn’t agree for a long time, and finally said: “I’ll come out if you go to the square at midnight to the diamond statue and put a ring on her finger,” and gives the ring to him. He thinks: “Why not go? It is always light and there are a lot of people there. But the statue is smooth, how can I climb it?”

Let's go. It comes: darkness, no people... And the statue glows somehow strangely. He came closer, and suddenly the statue’s hand fell towards him and opened its palm. The guy put the ring in his palm, she clenched into a fist, and the guy ran away without memory. The next morning the girl changed her anger to mercy and said: “There will be a wedding tonight.” And so the guests have gathered, the bride is sitting, but the groom is not there. They ask their father: “Where is he?” The father says: “He’s in his room, sorting through something.” Let's go to the room. They knocked and knocked - no answer. They broke down the door - the groom is lying on the floor near the open window, and there is a ring in his forehead. The guests are coming for the bride - she has disappeared. The guests dispersed, and only the father remained at the son’s body. And the next morning he was found dead, with a ring in his forehead. They opened both corpses and found ink instead of blood.

Since then, people began to disappear in the city. They all died the same death. And then a scientist came to town. He came to the square, read the inscription on the statue and said: “This statue loves blood - that’s what it says.” People tried to break the statue, but nothing happened - it was a diamond. That's why people left this city.

The story of ghouls

The old parents, the Duke and Duchess, had a son. When he got married, his parents left their ancestral castle to their children, and they themselves moved to another one. And the young duke was left with an old servant who planted garlic on the graves of his ancestors every day.

One day, while walking around the castle, a young wife saw a portrait in one of the rooms. handsome man. And the man in the portrait smiled at her.

“Today I will sleep by this portrait,” said the duchess. The Duke agreed and went to bed with his servant. At night they heard a terrible scream. Jumping up, they rushed to the duchess. She was dead. There were two dark holes in her throat from which blood oozed.

“It was your ancestors who killed her,” said the servant, “after all, they were all ghouls.” I planted garlic on their graves, and you pulled it out. Now always go with garlic and eat it at night!

The next night the Duke slept alone. At midnight he woke up and saw that the duchess was approaching him in a long white dress, with her hair down... She approached the duke and began to stretch out her hands to him... Then the duke remembered the garlic that he ate in the evening, breathed on the duchess - and she disappeared.

The next morning the Duke and the servant decided to leave the castle and return to their parents. And people disappeared in the area for several years. But then everything calmed down.

Dog jaw

One man had a dog that he loved very much. But when he got married, his wife Tatyana disliked the dog and ordered him to kill it. The man resisted for a long time, but the wife stood her ground. And he had to kill the dog.

Several days have passed...

And so they sleep at night. Suddenly they see a dog's jaw flying. She flew into the room and ate her wife. The next evening, the man locked himself up and went to bed. Suddenly he sees a jaw fly through the window and rushes at him...

He woke up in the morning, thinking it was a dream. He looked at himself and saw that it was not he who was lying, but his skeleton... He lay there for three days, and after three days he became a jaw and ate his relatives.

Scary jokes

It is no coincidence that we have collected funny stories at the end of the book. As Marx said, “humanity, laughing, parts with its past.” IN in this case, children - with their childhood horrors. Stories featured in last section, these are not jokes in the full sense. For the most part, these are full-fledged parodies of the most typical scary stories. Their very existence testifies to children overcoming fear, to their growth from childhood horrors. Succumbing to the temptation of classification, we have collected these stories in a separate section. Although psychologically it was better to tell them mixed with scary stories. We hope that, having lost in entertainment, the book has gained significantly in scientific content.

Coffin on wheels

One girl sat at home and played. Suddenly they announce on the radio:

A Coffin ON WHEELS IS ROLLING AROUND THE CITY! EVERYONE CLOSE YOUR WINDOWS AND DOORS!

The girl didn't listen. A minute later the radio announces again:

“Girl, girl, close the door. A coffin on wheels has found your street. He is looking for your home."

And the girl continues to play. A minute later, the radio announces: “Girl, girl, a coffin on wheels has found your home. He’s looking for your entrance!”

And the girl is playing. The radio announces again:

“Girl, girl, a coffin on wheels has found your entrance. He’s looking for your apartment!”

The girl doesn't pay attention. And the radio announces again:

“Girl, girl, a coffin on wheels found your apartment. He's moving in!"

Then the girl came out with a mop and how it hit the coffin!

The coffin fell apart. The little devil came out and said:

Why did you break my car? I'll tell dad everything!

Another ending

A black coffin has arrived in the apartment! The girl got angry and kicked the coffin. Baba Yaga ran out of the coffin and shouted: “The last stroller was broken!!!”

The “realistic” version is interesting

There lived one person. One day he turned on the radio and heard: “A coffin on wheels is driving through the city and is looking for you!” A few seconds later: “The coffin on wheels has found your home!” A few seconds later: “A coffin on wheels has found your entrance!” A man opened the window and heard: “A coffin on wheels has found your apartment!” The man climbed onto the window: “A coffin on wheels is driving through your door!” A man jumped from the third floor. The man lost consciousness. A few minutes later he woke up and heard: “We were broadcasting a fairy tale for our little radio listeners!”

Witch and robot

In one house people began to disappear at night. On the first night the boy disappeared. They looked for him and looked for him, but couldn’t find him anywhere. On the second night, the girl disappeared. On the third night, the mother was also missing. All this made a terrible impression on my father. He didn’t know what to do, but then he figured it out and bought a robot from the store. In the evening he put him in his bed, and he hid in a secluded place and began to wait.

Night has come. The clock struck twelve.

A witch appeared in the room, approached the bed and said: “I want blood... I want meat!..”

The robot gets out of bed, pulled out right hand and says:

Don't you want two hundred and twenty?

Black spot

One family moved to a new house. And there was a big black spot on the floor. The mother told her daughter to wipe off the stain. The daughter rubbed and rubbed, but the stain did not come off. And at night the girl disappeared. The next day, my son began to scrub off the stain. The stain began to move, but did not come off. The boy disappeared at night. The mother reported to the police. The police arrived and discovered a hatch into the basement. There was a black man standing in the basement, and next to him were tied up children. The police asked: “Why are you stealing children?” The black man replied: “Why are they rubbing my head!”

White piano

They bought one girl a white piano. One day she sat down at the piano and began to play.

Suddenly a black hand appeared from the piano and said:

Girl, girl, give me money! Girl, girl, give me the money!

The girl got scared and gave away the money that her mother gave her for groceries.

The black hand disappeared.

In the evening the girl told her mother about everything.

But her mother didn’t believe her; she decided that her daughter had spent the money on something else and didn’t want to confess.

Mom decided to check it out and sat down at the white piano. But as soon as she started playing, a black hand stuck out of the piano again and said:

Woman, woman, give me the money! Woman, woman, give me the money!

The girl’s mother was seriously scared and gave the money.

In the evening, their grandmother came to them and told her everything. Grandma didn’t believe it and sat down at the piano, but as soon as she started playing, a black hand came out of the piano:

Grandma, grandma, give me money! Grandma, grandma, give me money!

Grandma got scared and gave it.

And then they called the police and told them everything.

The police came to their apartment, opened the door, and Carlson was sitting there counting the money:

Enough for jam, enough for sweets, enough for buns... not enough!

Yellow spot

One girl saw a small yellow spot on the ceiling. The spot grew and grew and became larger. The girl got scared and called her grandmother. Grandma looked at the ceiling, saw a growing stain and fainted. The girl called her mother. Mom also felt bad. The girl called her dad. Seeing the stain, dad got scared and called the police. The police climbed into the attic, and there a kitten was peeing in the corner.

Sandal

A woman was walking past the cemetery and suddenly heard: slap, slap, slap... She looked around - there was no one. She walked further and again heard from behind: slap, slap, slap... She looked around again - no one. She got scared and ran to the bus stop, and from behind again: slap, slap, slap... The bus pulled up. The woman sat down, drove to the desired stop, got off the bus and again heard: slap, slap, slap... She looked around - again no one. The woman became even more frightened. He approaches the house: slap, slap, slap... He goes up the stairs: slap, slap, slap... He reaches his landing and suddenly sees a man in a black cloak climbing up the stairs. The man looked at her strangely and said: “I think the heel of your sandal has come off!”

Why be afraid of us?

One woman had to walk home from work through a cemetery. Here she comes and trembles.

Suddenly he sees a man walking along the road. The woman stopped him and asked him to take her home. All the way the woman clung to him and trembled. Suddenly the man asked: “Why are you shaking so much?” “It’s scary,” said the woman. “I’m very afraid of dead people.” Then the man was surprised and said: “Why be afraid of us?”

Scary joke

A boy was born into one family. He grew and grew and was good to everyone, but he didn’t speak. And when he was five years old, he uttered his first word: “Baba.” Everyone was very happy that he began to speak. And the next day my grandmother died. Well, she died and died, she’s already old. And the child says the following word: “Grandfather.” Well done!

A day later, my grandfather dies. We grieved and grieved, but old grandfather, it’s time. And the boy said “mom.”

And the mother died the next day. And the boy says “dad”.

Then the father thinks: “Well, that’s it, soon I’ll be finished too! I’ll go get one last drink.”

He went, got drunk and fell asleep. In the morning he wakes up and looks: alive!

Then the doorbell rings, a neighbor comes in all dressed in black and cries: “Did your boy say the word ‘neighbor’ yesterday?”

Shaggy hand

One girl's parents left her at home for three days. At night, the girl heard a strange noise. She woke up and saw a large shaggy hand in her window. The hand asked for bread. The girl gave her a bun, and the hand disappeared. The next night the same thing happened again. The girl called the police. The police sat under the bed and told the girl not to give her any bread. At twelve o'clock a hand appeared at the window and said:

Give me bread, give me bread, give me bread!

The girl didn't give it. The hand asked again, but the girl again did not give. Then a huge monkey appeared in the window and asked:

What, the bread is over?

Drip-drip-drip

A family sleeps at night: father, mother, daughter and son. Suddenly they hear in the kitchen: drip-drip-drip.

The father got up, went and did not return.

Again you can hear: drip-drip-drip.

The mother went and did not return.

Again: drip-drip-drip.

My daughter went and didn’t return either.

And again you hear: drip-drip-drip.

The boy was lying alone, afraid to move, but he plucked up courage and went too. He walks, walks, enters the kitchen...

...And there the whole family is turning on the tap.

Eat a dead man!

Sergei and Andrey lived in the same hostel. One day, while they were sleeping, the door suddenly opened and the Black Man entered the room. He approached Andrei and said in a commanding tone:

Get up!

Andrey. I won't get up!

Black man. Get up, otherwise I'll kill you!

Andrey stood up.

Black man. Get dressed!

Andrey. I won't!

Black man. Get dressed, otherwise I'll kill you!

Andrey got dressed.

Black man. Went!

Andrey. Will not go!

Black man. Let's go, otherwise I'll kill you!

Andrey followed the Black Man. He pushed him into a black car, and they raced through the streets. The black car stopped in the cemetery. They approached the grave.

Black man. Dig a grave!

Andrey. I won't!

Black man. I'll kill you!

Andrey dug a grave.

Black man. Get the dead man! Andrey. I won't!

Black man. I'll kill you!

Andrei took out the coffin, opened it and pulled out the dead man.

Black man. Eat it!

Andrey. I won't!

Black man. I'll kill you!

Andrey obediently begins to eat the dead man... Suddenly someone pushes him in the side. Sergei wakes up Andrey:

Andrey, get up, you’re already finishing your third mattress!

Nail

A mother and daughter lived in an apartment. They had one room, and in the middle of this room there was a large nail sticking out of the floor.

The girl didn’t know where it came from, and her mother didn’t tell her anything. The daughter kept tripping over this nail and asked to pull it out, but the mother replied that this could not be done - a misfortune would happen.

The girl has grown up. Her mother died. And the nail still stuck out in the middle of the room, because the daughter did not dare to disobey her mother’s orders.

But one day the girl’s friends gathered for a party.

The dancing began, and this nail began to disturb everyone.

Friends began to persuade the girl to remove the nail from the floor and persuaded her. The nail was pulled out...

There was a terrible roar and the lights went out.

Suddenly they hear the doorbell ring.

They open it - a woman stands on the threshold, all in black, and says:

What do you care, my chandelier fell...

Black suitcase

In one city there lived a girl with her parents and two-year-old brother. One day the family gathered to visit relatives in another city.

There were a lot of things, but there was no suitcase. And the girl was sent to the store to get a suitcase. Oddly enough, there were no suitcases in the store. The girl went out into the street and saw a decrepit old woman selling a black suitcase. There was nothing to do, the girl bought a suitcase and brought it home. After dinner, as usual, she went to bed. When she woke up, neither her parents nor her brother were in the apartment.

A thunderstorm was starting. The room became dark. The girl was scared. There was a rustling sound in the suitcase. The girl looked closer and saw three red spots on it. Someone’s voice in the suitcase said: “Don’t move, otherwise I’ll kill you!” The girl froze in place and trembled with fear until her parents arrived. It turned out that they were shopping - looking for the things they needed. Father opened the suitcase. My little son was crawling in it. In his hand he held a thread, to the end of which a cockroach was tied. Groaning, he whispered: “Don’t move, otherwise I’ll kill you!” It turned out that he was afraid of the thunderstorm and climbed into the suitcase. To avoid boredom, he took a cockroach with him, and since it was dark in the suitcase, he made three holes in the lid through which his red shirt could be seen.

The most terrible of all existing stories about the Black Hand

One night a boy (let's say Vasya) disappeared in one house. His parents searched for him for a long, long time and did not find him. The police were powerless. Notices were posted all over the city:

But Vasya was not there. Vasya’s mother emptied all the pharmacies in the city. Vasin's dad, led by police sergeant Lopukhov, combed all suspicious places and gangster dens. They exceeded the plan for catching crooks for two five-year plans! But Vasya was never found.

One evening Vasya’s parents were sitting at home and drinking tea with validol. And then the Black Hand poked its head into the room through the window and threw a note. With trembling hands, Vasya’s dad unfolded the note and read:

Vasya's dad fell into a chair. Mom wanted to fall next to her, but decided that she would do it after she returned from the police.

At the police station, Sergeant Lopukhov carefully examined the “zopeska” under a microscope and sighed.

Well? - Vasya’s mother asked with alarm.

“Nothing,” answered the sergeant.

What, nothing at all?! - Vasya’s mother was horrified and was about to fall, but she caught herself in time: there were no chairs in the department.

Of course not. I have determined that this note was written with an "X" type pen on "Y" type paper and, according to the note, with a "Z" type hand.

Vasya’s mother looked at the sergeant with delight:

You are a genius! - she exclaimed.

I'm a detective! - he objected.

At this time, Vasya’s dad came to his senses. He poured himself some valerian from the teapot, and he felt better. Sitting on the sofa, dad thought. From time to time he muttered: “What should we do? Well, what should we do? Most of all, he was tormented by the question: “Where can I get five bottles of blood?” And then it dawned on him. He ran to the kitchen and took out a bottle of pure tomato juice from the refrigerator. “You can’t tell the difference from blood!” - he said with satisfaction and was suddenly horrified: the Black Hand was sticking out of the wall and shaking a finger at him. Vasya’s dad didn’t remember anything after that.

When Vasya’s mother returned home (she brought a sergeant with her), she saw dad under the table in the kitchen. There was a sheet of paper on the table.

Don `t move! - said the sergeant. He photographed everything with a camera built into his watch, and only after that he took the note. It was written there:

The sergeant saw the tomato juice spilled on the floor and sighed.

It’s a pity, it was an idea,” he said.

A week later, Vasya’s mom and dad were sitting on a bench in front of the house. Mom held bottles of blood in her trembling hands. True, these bottles together weighed no more than one hundred grams, since spending 5 liters of blood on an unknown object was considered wasteful. The bottles were no larger than a little finger, but even had caps.

A black Volga drove up to the house. From an ambush, Lopukhov said admiringly: “Volga of the Oka type.” Vasya came out of the Volga, led by the Black Hand. Vasya’s mother handed over the bottles and hugged Vasya to her. The Black Hand stroked Vasya on the head, and then a shot rang out.

It's a pity! I was so harmless! - said the Black Hand and melted along with the Volga.

That's all. It remains to add that Sergeant Lopukhov was promoted to rank, and Vasya sleeps in a fireproof closet, where his mother locks him at night.

Black history

In one very black city there is a very black house.

Near this black-black house there is a black-black tree.

On this very black tree sit two very black people.

One black man says to another:

Eh, Vasily Ivanovich, you and I were burning rubber in vain!

The darkest, darkest story

IN THE BLACK-BLACK FOREST

THERE IS A BLACK-BLACK CITY.

IN THE BLACK-BLACK CITY -

BLACK-BLACK POND.

NEAR THE BLACK-BLACK POND -

BLACK-BLACK HOUSE.

IN THE BLACK-BLACK HOUSE

THERE IS A BLACK-BLACK FRONT ENTRANCE.

IN THE BLACK-BLACK FRONT ROOM -

BLACK-BLACK STAIRCASE.

ON THE BLACK-BLACK STAIRCASE

THERE IS A BLACK-BLACK SITE.

ON THE BLACK-BLACK SITE -

BLACK-BLACK DOOR.

BEHIND THE BLACK-BLACK DOOR -

BLACK-BLACK ROOM.

IN THE BLACK BLACK ROOM -

BLACK-BLACK COFFIN.

AND IN THE BLACK-BLACK COFFIN -

WHITE KITTEN!

Instead of an epilogue

...There is a Black Glove in the world that flies into the windows at night and strangles people. There is also the Queen of Spades, who wears a black felt boot on her right foot and a white glove on her left. This lady drags unwary people to the grave. And at dawn they arrive little green men and release a green liquid that makes people's brains go askew...

These are the stories I heard.

From Today, 12:21

He called on Sunday, May 29, 1994, introduced himself as Lesha and invited me to the video salon. “Lyosha?” Sveta did not immediately understand. “Ah, that’s right, that guy I met last week. But why is he asking what I look like and what I’ll be wearing? Forgot, or what? Skirt, windbreaker, what?” Then". We agreed on 20.00 near the new circus, and Sveta went from River Station to the university across the city in the drizzling rain, without telling anyone about the upcoming date.

Instead of the young man in a denim suit, whom she expected to see, a young man of about 30, who had already begun to go bald, in unironed trousers and a corduroy jacket, approached. There is an umbrella in his hand, and a keychain knife on his waist belt.

The background to the impromptu rendezvous turned out to be simple. About five years ago, on a bus, he met two girls, begged Svetka’s phone number from her friend, and then, having stumbled upon it in his address book, five years later he called.

When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to run there slowly. He opens the door, and there is a woman sitting there. He was embarrassed and quickly closed the door.

I stood there thinking for a while and remembered that it seemed like all the guests were in the house or nearby, there shouldn’t be anyone in the garden. I opened the door again, and there was no one there. He screams and runs. They barely calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the bride’s mother in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.

It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I also fell asleep. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - either fear or cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with its ears pinned somewhere to the side nearby. I turn my gaze in that direction and see a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature sneaking across the room. With something like a face with closed eyes. He moves towards the window, putting his hands in front of him, like a man in the dark - by touch.

I couldn't even scream from horror. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released his claws at my leg with all his might, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, walked to the window and disappeared.
The cat soon fell asleep, and I shivered in bed until the morning, afraid to even get up to turn on the light.

This incident also happened at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from short call in the door. My first thought was, what if something happened to my relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door, sleepy, and asked: who is there? Silence. I didn't see anyone through the peephole. I looked at my watch and went to bed. And as soon as I lay down, the second call immediately came.

Then I foolishly opened the door without asking questions. Behind the door stood something tall, resembling a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And where the chest was, there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone is going crazy, they’ve arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I'm coming to you. Can I log in? I answered: no. She slammed the door and went to bed. That's all. There were no more calls.

I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.

A friend of mine and her friends, having gotten tipsy, decided to summon the “spirit of Pushkin,” even though the aunts were already adults, all at least 40, but such childhood had come over them.

We had fun and fooled around. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend’s dacha, and everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, the radiators rattled, as if they were moving a stick back and forth across them. The peak was when a certain “force” pulled off the blanket from one of the ladies. Another received a blow to the cheek and even had an abrasion. It ended up that I had to send the priest out to clean the house. Oh, he swore! He said that they “let in a restless spirit.” But I cleared it, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And from scratch.

Oh, it’s better not to tell me, they won’t believe it anyway... When my father died, my grandmother, my mother and I decided to lie down in one room; in the other there was a coffin. Grandma quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I lay still and thought, thought, thought... And suddenly we clearly heard our father’s snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand, “Did you hear?” - “Yeah” - “Oh, mommies...”.

The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us to not leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives started arriving early in the morning. Still no one believes. But we couldn’t have heard the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral service, his face changed, it became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw him off from home and attended the funeral service.

I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father built was at the stage of walls. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the ground floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed in there with the neighbor girls and a battery-powered tape recorder. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t take pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the folded hook jingled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.

We hid. Then this someone came into the house and went through the rooms. We heard footsteps - but through the cracks in the floor we could see that there was no one in the house! Then the steps started to leave, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and saw no one. The steps died down - we crawled out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house was completed. My brother’s wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks carefully at one point.

One day - I was six years old - I woke up as if with a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table that stood behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light was falling from it! But I didn’t even have time to think about it or turn my head to look...

A chilling sound split the silence of the room. I turned sharply towards the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of a monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature’s legs were not visible, but the palms with outstretched fingers were facing me - one hand was at the shoulder, the other extended forward, attacking me... The creature’s hair stood up, framing its head in a halo, its huge eyes glowed with anger. In front of me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to severe stuttering I was unable to say anything...

After my grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. We went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “This is probably grandpa. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.

I told my mother later, it turns out she also heard the stomping and also fell asleep peacefully. But my grandfather’s son-in-law (my mother’s sister’s husband, my uncle) stayed up longer than us. He heard the door to the neighboring house slamming and something rumbled in the hallway. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers and didn’t hear anything else.

I was 12 years old then, maybe younger, and I was left at home alone. Parents went to visit friends or on some business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by forest.

So I decided to call my mother to find out when my parents would be home. I call and hear voices. I thought there was a problem on the line, I called back again, heard the voices again, and listened. And there two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was most likely a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard and would definitely find me by phone number.

I couldn’t call my parents, I thought I’d run into those cannibals again. Alone, the house is big, breaking a window is a piece of cake.

The younger of my two cousins ​​was getting married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was scheduled. The answer strained her: this is the day of death of her mother, my grandmother, and, accordingly, my grandmother cousin. In response to the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for grandma.”

A week before the wedding, the bride's parents arrived at the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered around and went into our parents’ bedroom. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall and almost lost consciousness; the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.

It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought that she woke up), and next to her, leaning over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not appropriate to do this, we must honor it.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photograph on the wall. This was my grandmother.

By the way, they lived only two months after the wedding, then they ran away. The story is not made up.