Anomalous zone. Russia

I can't pick mushrooms and berries where there are a lot of people. I keep trying to get far away, where the place is louder. And, of course, I get for that next adventure: I almost kissed a moose, turning out one day from behind a thick bush - eye to eye collided, and I had to sneak away from a bear through a forest blockage. But I have never felt such fear as this time.

In search of a richer raspberry, I got into some remote place on an old clearing under Druzhinino station. The trees there were still islands, but they were strange, with twisted trunks, painful. But the bushes and grass will hide the rider.

I make my way from an occasional raspberry bush that occasionally falls near the ever-turns to another and I feel that I somehow felt uneasy. There is a heaviness in my head, my heart aches and I constantly want to look back – it seems that someone is always looking at the back of your head, sneaking up from behind.

I have heard from experienced hunters that such a state happens when a person is "hidden" by an animal: a bear-father or an evil lynx. I made a circle around the clearing for insurance – no, there are no traces, no beds, blades of grass, too, seem to have frozen, do not move.

In a word, I turned around there, turned around and - God give me legs. I tried another time to harvest from that Palestine – no, I can't stay there for a long time, as if something from there survives me. Once I took a friend with me to check, without telling him anything. So he actually bypassed that place, no matter how I tried to lure him there. And I also noticed that there were no birds chirping in those bushes, no lizards or mice scurrying under their feet.

And I remembered the story of an uncle, a forester, with whom in the post-war years they somehow wandered into a similar "dead" place. However, unlike "mine" it was deserted, with bare reddish earth.

"Don't go in there," he warned me when I started to go straight. - Not a good place. What kind of animal will wander there inadvertently, be sure to get sick, or even die. And people sometimes feel bad. The locals already know, they avoid it. Even nearby mushrooms-berries are not taken, the grass is not mowed. One wretch coveted it, felled a nearby forest. I started to burn the hut – for free because they gave it away. So after all, the misfortune did not get rid of, the whole family died in some years… The neighbors then burned the hut, out of harm's way.

A few years ago, an old acquaintance of mine lured me for a week in the Arctic, to Dudinka. There, in one company, I heard some terrible stories about the lost places there. So, at the place of the Guard, even experienced hunters experience indescribable fear, some even see something. Neither they, nor even the geologists who don't believe in the devil, dare to stay there for the night. Bear-bear dogs tuck their tails and whine, cling to their legs, pull their owners to the side, back. One of the shores of the small lake Taimyr is also ominously inhospitable.