Local anomalies. Russia

Lieutenant Colonel Shpakovsky V.A. writes to the Commission on AY.:

I listened to a program on the radio about abnormal natural phenomena, UFOs, etc., so I decided to write about what happened to me and my two schoolmates 23 years ago.

I was born and grew up in the ancient Russian town of Bui in the Kostroma region. In 1965, in the summer, July or August, I don't remember exactly, me and my two comrades Lesha Egorov and Valentin Lavrov, both live in a Buoy, went, or rather, rode bicycles to go fishing overnight, 10 kilometers out of town, down the Kostroma River, then we graduated from the 9th grade. On a fishing trip at night, this happened, when we sat down to cook fish soup and sat around the campfire, I saw that my comrades, who had been talking to me and among themselves, suddenly froze in the poses in which they had just spoken, the stupor attacked me, then I felt that I was sinking into A dream. I don't know how long we were in this state, but apparently not for very long, 15-20 minutes somewhere like that, because the ear didn't boil off, I remembered that, we just put it on the edge of the fire, and when we woke up, it boiled off somewhere by half. When we woke up, we were sitting in the same positions, and looked at each other in horror, because it was horror that bound the three of us.

The first thing we said was, "What was that?". Because through sleep and stupor, at the very beginning, I heard that someone came down from the slope with a very heavy gait, walked around us (as drawn).

We lit the neighboring bushes, they were dry, lit a large fire and as soon as it was light we immediately left, having previously searched the bushes along the shore, but found nothing.

When it was evening, I went up the slope from the river to the shore and sank the edges of the forest into 3-5 even reddish light. A year later, I graduated from the 10th grade and entered the Kiev Tank School. It was in 1966. In 1967, while doing gymnastics, I fell off the uneven bars and fell, I had a mild concussion. but they still took a picture of my skull in the surgical department, that's what it seems to be called, my doctor, Lieutenant Colonel Maximov, came to my room the next day with the pictures and asked if you had ever punched your head in. I said no, because I've never punched it. I asked my parents about this later.

Maximov showed me a picture of the skull in 2 positions and said, pointing to a white round spot with a little finger nail, here your skull was pierced, look in profile. he said that there was an overgrown hole in your head, as neither you nor your parents noticed, he did not believe me. All this made a strong impression on me, I remembered fishing, but I did not tell anyone, they would not believe me, they would laugh.

Then after a few years, I began to get a clear picture that I was sitting in some kind of hall, 5 people were standing in front of me, they were very tall, arguing with each other about something, two especially argued, then the one who was apparently older insisted on his own, he began to tell me something He had a friendly intonation. The second one conceded something, looked at me with displeasure, clearly condemning the actions of the first one. I don't remember what they told me and what happened next.