I'll start my story quite usually: once we, warm friendly company, gathered at the dacha. It was high summer outside, it was getting dark late, the weather was great, generally, no one wanted to sleep. AND, how is it in such cases, the conversation went about all sorts of unusual stories, that happened in our life.
There was one girl in our company, who preferred to spend her vacation in a somewhat unusual way. She and her husband collect backpacks and go hiking in Russia - for a week, of two. Then they come and share their impressions.
Well, I do not know, how for whom, but for me this kind of rest is too exotic or, rather, extreme. Overnight in a tent, in the middle of a wild forest, under mosquito trills, this is definitely not for me. And Lena doesn't need anything else.
Well, generally, we were sitting, chatted about different things, and then she decided to tell her story. Here is her story.
A year ago, as always, we took our backpacks and went on a multi-day hike in the Yaroslavl region. I'm with my husband, and four more people, also keen on hiking. First we got to Yaroslavl itself, put the cars in the parking lot, and went around the city to see local attractions. Until the bottom line, time began to lean towards evening.
We still needed to find a place, where we could pitch tents. Generally, we left the city, then a few villages, and then they saw, that the dirt road goes to the right, and in front of the forest you can see.
Generally, we were delighted, turned on her - and not in vain. Already minutes in 20 drove to a large picturesque meadow. Generally, the, what do we need.
true, it was impossible to call this place wild and deserted - on the one hand, looks like, there was a forest park area, on the other - children's recreation camp. And there was a village ahead. But it's even for the best.
Generally, we set up tents, and went to collect firewood. It was still light enough, and we just enjoyed the walk. Walked, walked - and left, apparently, to the outskirts of the village. And there was a small old cemetery.
Unbeknownst to myself, we delved into it, out of curiosity looking at graves and photographs. Everything was pretty old, lopsided and somehow abandoned. Not a single fresh grave. Looks like, that this cemetery has not been buried for a long time.
And then I felt not too comfortable. And Dima, guy, who was with us - nothing, whistling merrily. I saw suddenly, that one grave seems to be knocked out of the general row - for some reason it is on the sidelines.
Approached her, and my friend and I followed him behind. Saw, that the girl in the photo is very young, but the dates of birth and death were no longer clear. As it seemed to us, the girl was very pretty.
apparently, Dima thought so too, because I looked at her photo for several minutes, and then offered to return to the camp. No longer whistled and looked brooding.
Honestly, I took it with relief, since I was not a big fan of wandering around cemeteries: I think, that this is not a place for idle walks and, and that one should not disturb the peace of the dead without special need.
And here is a friend, who was with us, turned out to be much more frivolous. Also, she was making eyes to Dima, almost without hiding it.
We gathered more brushwood along the way, and when they returned, then the sun has almost disappeared behind the horizon. It got dark.
The guys lit a fire, we whipped up dinner. And then, as usual, pulled the speakers out and turned on the music. Cheerful conversations by the fire, dancing - what else is needed, to end a summer evening?
Suddenly, after about half an hour, unexpectedly, an unknown girl came out of the darkness to the fire. She looked very angry, said, that our company makes noise in the whole forest and interferes with sleep.
Of course, young people apologized and turned off the music. The girl turned and also abruptly disappeared into the dark. Her face seemed familiar for some reason, although I couldn’t remember, where could I see her. I even asked my husband, has he seen her before. But he just shook his head.
I couldn't calm down. For some reason, this meeting continued to disturb. So I told the guys, who still sat by the fire.
Blonde hair, pretty face - somewhere I already definitely saw them.
Although - all day they roamed the city, perhaps, that this girl somewhere they already came across? And here is a friend, which was with us in the cemetery, for some reason looked scared. She said, that this is the same girl, which we saw in the photo.
Of course, the rest began to make fun of her. Wow - I saw the deceased, and even from the village! Finally, We decided to, what is it, apparently, counselor from the children's camp, next to which we stopped. Therefore, the face seemed familiar.
After a while, they wanted to turn on the music again - albeit quieter. But they just didn’t succeed - only noise and crackling could be heard from the speakers that had recently played merrily.
Okay, it's not meant to be, so not destiny. Went to the tents and fell asleep. The next day we went on and, generally, everything was as usual. by the way, then the speakers worked fine.
But when Dima returned home, all sorts of strange things began to happen in his apartment. Then things change their places by themselves, then books and dishes fall from the shelves, I began to hear footsteps in the hallway at night. Generally, poltergeist, and only.
And he also talked about, that from time to time, in the evenings in the mirror, hanging in his bathroom, he began to see a female silhouette and could swear, I even saw long blonde hair.
Generally, he felt uncomfortable, he decided to go to church, invited a priest and consecrated the apartment. After, how did he do it, everything became normal again, no more mysticism happened.
Inna Kondaurova
