Ghost. Russia

Winter of 1923-24, Verkhnyaya Tura, Anastasia Petrovna:

"At that time I was 8-9 years old. Next to us lived a neighbor Nyura. Most recently, her husband died, and she was left alone with five children. One night, quite by chance, I found myself alone on the street and suddenly saw a firebrand flying towards Nyura's house, the color of a bright flame, 50-70 cm long. The firebrand wriggled slightly and scattered a lot of fiery sparks around it. Then she flew into the chimney of Nyura's house.

Soon our other neighbor, an old lady, found out about my observation. Unfortunately, I don't remember her first and last name. She once asked Nyura: "Does your deceased husband come to you?". Nyura lost a lot of weight at that time, dried up. She replied: "He didn't tell me to say that he was walking," and she told me everything. Then the old lady advised Nyura: "When he comes, look at his feet. Melt the stove, cut off the trousers on the edge that he used to wear, and throw them into the stove with force." Nyura then said that her deceased husband came at 12 o'clock in the morning and left at one o'clock in the morning. He sewed felt boots for children, brought sweets, chopped firewood in the yard. After his departure, the sweets on the table turned into horse droppings, the felt boots remained hemmed, the firewood split.

After the advice of an old neighbor, Nyura decided to look at her husband's legs. She hadn't paid any attention to them before.

One night they were sitting at the table, and as if by accident Nyura dropped the spoon, bent down to the floor and looked at his feet. Instead of legs, there were horse hooves. Nyura fainted. When I woke up, he was gone.

The next night, before the arrival of her deceased husband, she melted the stove, cut off his trousers to the edge and threw them into the fire with force. The corners of the house shook violently. And from somewhere above, she heard his voice: "Ah... guessed it!" After that, the husband did not come again."

After 40 years, Anastasia Petrovna herself experienced something similar.

"On June 25, 1963, I had a misfortune: my husband Vasya died, we lived with him in love and harmony for 25 years. I was very worried about his death. One night, at two or three o'clock, when he usually returned from work, from the second shift, I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw him alive.

No matter how I drove him away, realizing that he had already died, Vasya did not leave. One day he threw a tablet at me from the doorway. I dodged, slammed the door. For a while the tablet was in my house, and I showed it to people.

Every night he came to me. Sometimes I stood at the window and saw him come into the house. Sometimes he came in a dirty, torn zip-up, once he came to me barefoot, sometimes in a clean embroidered shirt. I did everything to make him stop coming to me. I laid out crosses and prayers on the bed, but nothing helped. I prayed as the old ladies taught me and as I could. Once, on someone's advice, having collected all the possible obscenities, I strongly cursed him. But that didn't help either. The next night , with tears on his knees in front of my bed , he said: "Why did you, Ksyusha (he called me in his own way), scold me yesterday, it hurt me so much!"

Sometimes I ran away from him to my son, to his room. The son saw his father and heard him calling me. Now he is already big, we live in the same apartment, but he treats me badly after he got married, and considers me a witch. And I'm not to blame for anything.

Sometimes we lived with Vasya – when he came - as husband and wife. It was hard for me, as if he was strangling me. His body was warm, smooth, soft. When he left, the heaviness of the wave, starting from the head, came off the body, it became easy. So we lived with Vasya, after his death, for 40 days.

Once one of the old ladies advised me to come to Vasya's grave and bow three times, ask him for forgiveness three times. For all these days I have lost a lot of weight, weakened. In the hope that Vasya would leave me, I did everything as I was advised. After that, Vasya did not come back.

And now I sometimes see him in a dream, sometimes I hear a knock on the door. When I open it, there is no one.

I recently heard from a woman that there were cases when deceased husbands came and strangled their wives to death."