Chronorally. Russia

This story happened last summer. We have in the town there is a place by the river where I walk the dog lovers with their four-legged friends.

This is at a distance from the walking trails, near the ravine. On one side there is an old concrete fence, on the other side there is a river. That's where I went that day for a walk with my dog.

The city is small, we can say that all the residents know each other by sight, but the owners of dogs and even more so, all are familiar. And now we are approaching with the dog to our ravine, and I see – an elderly woman is coming towards me. I had never seen her before, and she was without a dog, which was already interesting. She herself was dressed very strangely.

It was a hot day, and she was wearing a warm knitted long dress. Around her neck was a mohair scarf, the kind my mother used to wear in the 70s. On the head — a high hairstyle-a cocoon. Funny-framed glasses. Old-fashioned, some kind of oak, shoes.

The woman had a confused face, looking around and into the distance as if she didn't know where she was. I thought she was lost, even though there was nowhere to get lost. Although the path was in the distance, it was clearly visible.

- Hello. Are you all right?" I asked her as we approached each other.

The stranger looked at me warily and after a short pause, began to say something. I listened and couldn't understand anything, even though she spoke Russian. I only realized that she was "here for a while" and that she "needed to recharge." I couldn't make out the general meaning, and then my cell phone rang.

— What's that ringing?" The woman said, surprised and a little frightened.

I took off my backpack, unzipped the pocket, and took out my cell phone. It was a friend of mine, a dog lover, who we agreed to meet here. She said she was staying a little late so that Brenda and I wouldn't go anywhere.

I began to answer my friend, and the stranger also began to answer me something. As if she didn't understand that I was talking into the phone, to another person. But at some point, she stopped talking and just listened. When I finished talking, I looked back at the woman. Her face looked like it was the first time she'd ever seen a person talking on a cell phone. Her chin dropped in surprise. Even then, I knew something was wrong with this woman. I had the feeling that she had come here from another world.

"Come on, I'll take you to the road," I told her.

— I can't go in there!" The woman shook her head and turned away, letting me know that the conversation was over.

Then she turned sharply to the side and began to climb the slope to the concrete fence directly through the tall grass.

"Why did she go in there?"

She looked back several times to make sure I was gone. I went a little further and got distracted by the dog to let him know that I was no longer interested in him either. But after walking a little, I hid behind a bush and began to watch, what will happen next? Brenda sat down quietly beside him. And then something happened that made my hair raise the cap on my head.

The woman approached the concrete fence, looked around once more, took a step forward, and walked straight into it.

She walked through the fence like it was just a shadow! I felt a shock! My eyes even went dark. My brain refused to accept what I saw.

What about my dog? She saw it all, too. But what happened didn't surprise her in the least. It's like every time we walk, someone walks through that fence. When I had recovered a little, I followed the woman up the slope. She walked over, stood for a moment, and ran her hand over the concrete. There was nowhere to go! So where did she go?

Then my friend came up with her dog. And when I told her what had just happened here, she confirmed that she had heard a stranger's voice on the phone when she tried to join in our conversation. We walk in that place very often, but we never saw this woman again.

After such a story, like it or not, you will believe in mysticism, and in other worlds, and in time travel.