Real creepy scary stories from the life of gravediggers. Scary stories from real life with photos

Several years ago, in one of the hunting grounds Perm region I heard an unusual story. About a strange mushroom picker. Impressed by what he heard, he even wrote a short poem about this, “The Lost Mushroom Picker.” Comical. Changing the essence of the story a little. I couldn’t believe its veracity at the time. You never know what people will come up with...

Although the game manager who told about strange case, didn’t look like a comedian at all. In all seriousness, he said that for the second year in the local forests, mushroom pickers and hunters met a very strange character.

Back in school, the boys and I noticed a strange trend - each of us had a particularly unlucky part of the body. Which received more than other organs and limbs. For some it turned out to be a hand, for others a leg, for others it was a completely bad head. And some were unlucky in general on the right or, conversely, the left side of the body. Like me, for example.
Over the years, for most, the situation probably evens out, and the “bumps” begin to fall evenly over the entire body. And the number of injuries noticeably decreases with age and the advent of intelligence. But not everyone, unfortunately...

Now, when you hear from someone that he is interested in photography, by God it becomes funny. With development digital technologies photography can rightfully be called a hobby by a three-year-old child who has learned to point a finger at a smartphone.

I became interested in photography in the late seventies. Fortunately, there was someone to learn from in practice. And there was a theoretical basis in the form of specialized literature (now many books from those times have become second-hand rarities).

I heard this story from my good friend. Contrary to the prevailing opinion about former prisoners, after his imprisonment he remained normal person and returned to normal civilian life.

Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable...

These are really scary “creepy stories” real life

“Was it or not?” - a scary story from real life

I would never have believed in something like that if I hadn’t encountered this “similar” thing myself...

I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in her sleep. So loud that we calmed her down with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell him about the dream - my mother said that she was not ready.

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. This time mommy didn’t “resist.”

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the sofa. Dad was sleeping next to me. He suddenly woke up and said that he was very cold. I went to your room to ask you to close the window (you have a habit of keeping it wide open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered in thick cobwebs. I screamed and turned around to go back... And I felt that I was flying. Only then did I realize that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. Your grandmother was sitting on the edge of the sofa, next to your dad. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young before me. I always dreamed that I would dream about her. But at that moment I was not happy about our meeting. Grandmother sat and was silent. And I screamed that I didn’t want to die yet. She flew up to dad on the other side and lay down. When I woke up, for a long time I could not understand whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into my room until I wash myself with holy water.”

I still get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mom's story. Maybe grandma is bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery. Oh, if it weren’t for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to see her every week!

Oh, that was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university... The guy called me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I wanted to! But the question became about something else: where to go for a walk if you’re tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything we could. And then I joked: “Shall we go and wander around the cemetery?!” I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.

Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. To be honest, I didn’t care what I was wearing. The main thing is to experience a “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We've gathered. We left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. Fifteen minutes later we were there. I hesitated for a long time and did not leave the car. My beloved helped me! He offered his hand like a gentleman. If it weren’t for his gentlemanly gesture, I would have stayed in the salon.

Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold “came” from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very persistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my “other half” did not believe in intuition and its existence.

We walked somewhere, past the graves, and were silent. When I felt really creepy, I suggested returning. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from the famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The lump in my throat did not allow me to do this. I pulled my hand out of his hand. But I saw that everything was fine with his body, that he had become the same. But I couldn’t imagine it! I clearly saw that my beloved’s body was covered with “transparency.”

I can’t say exactly how much time passed, but we headed home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and TV series of the “creepy” genre!

I was so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. In the summer, can you imagine?! I myself can’t imagine... We drove off. And when the cemetery ended... I again saw how for one moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he became normal and familiar again. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would take a different road. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, probably! But I didn’t try to persuade him to go along the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was beating somehow restlessly. I chalked it all up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck drove into us.

I woke up in the hospital. I don't know how long I lay there. The worst thing is that Mishenka died! And my intuition warned me! She was giving me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn person like Misha?!

He was buried in that same cemetery... I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.

I haven't dated anyone since then. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.

"Terrible Secrets of the Little House"

Three hundred kilometers from home... It was there that my inheritance in the form of a small house stood and awaited me. I've been meaning to look at him for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. She opened the door. The lock jammed as if it didn’t want to let me into the house. But I still managed to handle the castle. I walked in to the sound of creaking. It was scary, but I managed to cope with it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone.

I didn’t like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It’s good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in careful order.

Ten minutes into my stay in the house, I heard some noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window and saw the curtains swaying. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I saw the curtains “flash” again. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table I found a yellowed note. It said this: “get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead!” I sold this house and never went anywhere near it again. I don't want to remember all this horror.

History textbooks are filled with stories about who stabbed whom, which city was burned to the ground, and which kings married their cousins. Therefore, imagine what details from these stories the learned men chose to omit. Or better yet, we will tell you about them ourselves in this article. Continuing our educational quest, we will tell you about the things that your teachers decided to hide from you, and we will reveal some terrible and little known facts about the most famous historical moments.

1. Syphilitic “zombies” on the streets of Renaissance Italy

When most people think of the Renaissance, they imagine prim Italians in aristocratic clothes admiring the works of Da Vinci, Michelangelo and other masters. What people don't realize is this:

Yes, Renaissance Florence could be an ideal place for various types of arts (and parkour, according to Assassin's Creed II), but at the same time, the Italians had to experience their own, so to speak, “zombie apocalypse”, which happened during the first major outbreak of syphilis in 1494. Yes, even before the advent of antibiotics, this venereal disease was by no means a “shameful secret”, but a disease (in those days it was called by its supposed nationality origin - “German”, “French”, etc.), literally eating a person. According to one description, the disease "caused people's skin to fall off their faces and die within a few months." To be more precise, the outbreak caused “the complete destruction of the lips, nose and other parts of the body, including the genitals.”
Due to the outbreak, victims of the "Gallic disease" wandering the streets without "arms, legs, eyes and noses" were a common sight. So if the Renaissance fairs held today in Europe and America were true, then half the people would look like extras from The Walking Dead.
But as nightmarish as the thought of living in a decaying body may be, the immediate horror lies in the phrase “after a few months.” In other words, the patients somehow managed to live in this state for months, probably languishing in hellish pain while their flesh was “eaten away, in some cases right to the bone.”
In general, within short period During the era of the great masters of the Renaissance, on the streets one could often see townspeople - not to mention an entire army of Frenchmen - with their faces decomposing and bare to the skull, walking around the city until they dropped dead. And why wasn't this in Assassin's Creed II?

2. The man who tried to save Lincoln shared the fate of Dilbert Grady

You've probably already seen this illustration, but can you name the people in it?
To the right is obviously John Wilkes Booth, followed by Abraham Lincoln and his wife Mary T. However, unless you are an avid historian, you most likely do not recognize the remaining two as Union Major Henry Rathbone and his wife, Clara Harris, daughter of the distinguished senator USA. Rathbone is better known for his attempt to stop Booth than for the grim Kubrickian murder story that would befall him a few years later.

During the assassination attempt, Rathbone was seriously wounded, but although he physically managed to survive the attack, his mind was never able to recover from the tragedy. The officer blamed himself for not stopping Booth, and although two years later he married Clara, married life only worsened his condition.
Eventually, the man's psyche deteriorated so much that on December 23, 1883, he decided to paint the walls of his house with family blood. While serving in Hanover as the American consul, Rathbone attempted to kill three of his children. When his wife interfered with him, he shot her and stabbed her with a knife, after which he killed himself.
Police found Rathbone covered in blood and unconscious. According to an often repeated but unconfirmed version, he claimed that people were hiding behind the paintings in his house.
Rathbone spent the rest of his life in psychiatric hospital, where he complained about machines hidden in the walls that released gas into his room, which caused him severe pain. headache. The man died in 1911, becoming the last victim of Lincoln's assassination attempt, almost half a century after the tragedy.

3. Heads literally exploded during the eruption of Mount Vesuvius

The Italian volcano Vesuvius is infamous for its massive eruption, which left the Roman city of Pompeii (and all its erotic sculptures, as the city was the sexual capital of the Empire) buried in ashes for the next thousand and a half years. But what you probably didn't know is that the gods actually treated Pompeii generously in comparison to the horror that befell her. small town Herculaneum, which was even closer to Vesuvius, when it began to spit magma.

What Pompeii experienced can be compared to a classic disaster movie: huge clouds of smoke, people running away in panic, ashes and, possibly, side effects. story line about Tara Reid reuniting with her ex-husband. Herculaneum, on the other hand, got a real supernatural horror story, as this town was exposed to “superheated pyroclastic vapors of stone, mud and gas,” or, to put it simply, the following began to happen to people:

Seriously. The human skull is filled with various fluids, and if you heat it up very quickly, the same thing will happen to it as to a hamster in the microwave. And, in fact, this is exactly what happened in Herculaneum, when all the inhabitants of the city were caught in a cloud of gas, the temperature of which was approaching 500°C. In less than a couple of tenths of a second, "people's skin evaporated<…>the brain boiled and the skull exploded.” Without any bullets or buckshot. By itself. From the inside.
Let us hope that the same fate will not befall the inhabitants of Naples, who stubbornly continue to live in the same place where Herculaneum once stood and where Vesuvius is patiently waiting for the right opportunity to give them all a good thrashing.

The pamphlet said, in part, that if people cannot send their pets to the countryside, then “their destruction will be the best way out" (the choice of words in this case provokes the assumption that this document was written by an early prototype of the Dalek). And how did the British population react? Protests all over the country, you decide. But no. In fact, in just one week, 750,000 pets were “destroyed.”
At the same time, we emphasize that this action took place in the summer of 1939, that is, before the German invasion of Poland, when the British government could have caused much more harm to Nazi Germany if instead massacre animals, she attacked the former world lair of the Nazis.

5. The first documented serial killer in history lived happily ever after during the Pax Romana era.

The Pax Romana, or "Peace of August", is one of the most peaceful periods in history. Having decided that their Empire was already great, the Romans forgot about the bloodshed for a while and focused on more productive things, such as regulating the laws that we still use today. And how did Rome manage to live for so long without daily garbage collection and laws invented specifically to keep all sorts of people out? serial killers away from the streets and honest people?
However, the latter can be crossed out. The first documented serial killer in history lived, as they say, like a king during the era of the Pax Romana.
Her name was Locusta, and her story begins in the middle of the 1st century. AD, when a woman was arrested for poisoning. However, luck smiled on Locusta when Agrippina turned to her for help, deciding to poison Emperor Claudius. The criminal later received a pardon for her help.

So what did she do next? A year later, in 55 AD, Locusta again fell into the hands of justice, and again for poisoning. Luckily for her, her help was needed by Emperor Nero, who asked the woman to prepare a deadly cocktail for his 13-year-old half-brother Britannicus. For her service, Locusta received a pardon and a nice villa along with students whom she could teach her craft.
Be that as it may, Locusta's luck ran out when Nero committed suicide, leaving her with only a couple of allies and a reputation as a witch. In 69 AD. the woman was arrested and immediately executed by order of Emperor Galba. How did she die? An “ironic” death, you decide, after tasting your own potion. But no. She was publicly raped to death by “a wild animal [some sources say it was a giraffe] trained specifically for this kind of punishment.”
Oh, those Roman laws.

6. Joan of Arc fought side by side with one of the worst child killers

We won't lie to you: we adore Jeanne. She was real. She was a heroine. And she didn't let anyone push her around.
However, although most of the glory was for helping France in the fight against England in the 15th century. and goes to Jeanne, she would never have been able to do what she did without the help of people like Gilles de Rais, who was her “passionate companion” and one of the bravest knights French army. He was even featured in a big-budget film starring Milla Jovovich, in which he was played by Vincent Cassel.

So why don't people name churches after him, you ask. Perhaps because at night de Rais played the role of a terrible killer who hunted children between the ages of 6 and 18.
Don't forget that we are talking about one of the few people in the French army who helped Joan of Arc build her career and ultimately ensured her place among the saints... and yet, as incredible as it may sound, he was also sadistic monster. The records of his trial and his personal confession are chilling and make the soul freeze with horror: in addition to murder and physical torture, de Rais liked to torture his victims psychologically, convincing them that what was happening to them was just a game, after which he committed something more perverted. This guy would be thrown out of Arkham Asylum in a heartbeat for scaring the Joker.
Depending on the source, de Rais' victim count ranges from 80 to 800 children, making him one of the most prolific serial killers in history. Like his girlfriend, de Rais was burned at the stake, except that in his case it was well deserved.

From Yesterday, 13:20

It was evening, there was nothing. Or rather, several years ago, on the night of “war, taiga”. At that time we were in 11th grade. We began to communicate well with one of our classmates, Alina, who was a total blast. A person who is not afraid of anything in life (or just pretends to be). All covered in piercings (either 17 or 18 holes, she pricks herself). And I am an arrogant, reckless schoolgirl. Yes, only I have an innate sense of proportion (or maybe I’m just a coward), but if I sense danger even a little in an adventure, I will never get into it.

Now let's get down to business. For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered. Moreover, I understand all these issues quite seriously, study them, and so on. But I’ve been shying away from mirrors since childhood. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid even during the day near the mirror if I’m alone at home. And this incident happened during carols, as I already mentioned.

I stayed with Alina to spend the night. The apartment is large, 3 rooms. And also 3 huge fat lazy cats. Only at that moment did they disappear somewhere in the most mystical way. It all started with beer and Christmas movies. And then at one fine moment it struck my friend’s mind to tell fortunes. The clock shows wolf time - about two in the morning. I started to dissuade her. It's just useless. In general, I had no choice but to start “from afar”, in the hope that my friend would finally abandon this idea.

4 of the creepiest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray like the first time!

Remember when we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, from whom a familiar story took on the contours of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King’s.

We remembered four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!

Black curtains

One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl’s mother to her and said:

Do what you want with my room, but don’t hang black curtains there.

They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.

But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on an old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set the fire, drawing lots with matches, and it fell to the girl to set the fire. So she set a tire on fire, and smoke came out and straight into her eyes. Hurt! She screamed, the guys were scared for her and dragged her by the hands to the hospital. But she doesn't see anything.

At the hospital they told her that it was a miracle that her eyes were not burnt out, and they prescribed a regimen - to sit at home with her eyes closed and to always keep the room dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!

Then the mother began to look for dark curtains for the girl’s room. I searched and searched, but there were no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There was nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung them in the girl’s room.

The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework write at the table. She sits and feels something touching her elbow. She shook herself, looked, and there was nothing but curtains near her elbow. And so on several times.

The next day she feels something touching her shoulders. He jumps up, and there is nothing around, only the curtains hanging nearby.

On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. She’s sitting, writing her homework, and something is touching her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.

Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.

Mom says:

You can't be such a coward! Look, I’ll sit at your table all night today while you sleep, so that you know that there’s nothing wrong.

In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, took matches, returned to the bedroom and set fire to the black curtains. They burned, but it made her eyes leak out.

Sister

One girl’s father died, and her mother was very poor, she didn’t work and couldn’t do it, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to grandma’s old house in the village; grandma had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned it up for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl had a long way to go to school, and she was given a certificate that she studied at home, and only went to take all sorts of exams and tests at the end of the quarter at school in the regional center, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also to the regional center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.

He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as big as usual; for so long a child was not born. Then my mother seemed to go to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was completely exhausted: she was scared at home alone, the windows were black, the electricity was intermittent, there were snowdrifts up to the very windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and my mother’s voice called out to the girl. The girl opened it and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog's. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, and began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. The girl lit a fire in the iron stove, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and sat the mother down in an old chair, and then went to see the child.

I slowly unfolded it, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There's another girl there three years old or four, the face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.

Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and her mother said:

All babies are ugly at first. When my little sister grows up, everything will be fine. Give it to me.

She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breast as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl slyly and maliciously.

And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya - the one without arms and without legs.

And this Olya herself already ran and jumped perfectly, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she was able, like a caterpillar, to stand up and use her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull it towards herself. There was no way to save her. She knocked everything over, gnawed, spoiled it, and mom told Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because mom was now feeling bad all the time, she was sick and even slept strangely, with with open eyes as if she was just lying there in a faint. Now Nastya cooked for herself and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had her own diet for nursing mothers. Life has become completely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty little Olya, then her mother would send her either to get firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and whole evening solving problems and writing exercises, and also taught all kinds of physics so that she could retell everything without stumbling over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she kept feeding Olya or resting between feedings, because a nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and washing Olya too, and Olya squirmed and laughed disgustingly, it was also a pleasure to wash her off the poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.

So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms without chandeliers flickered all the time and were very dim.

Suddenly Nastya began to notice that someone was approaching her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and whether the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and it was Olya standing upright by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels. .

Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:

Who asked you to watch when you shouldn’t? Now I will bite your fingers off. One finger per night. And then I’ll start eating my hands. And this is how my hands will grow.

And she immediately bit off Nastya’s little finger on her hand, and blood flowed from there. Nastya lay there in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom is still sleeping, and Olya is laughing and jumping.

Okay,” said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.”

And she lay down as if to sleep. And I even fell asleep.

And in the morning Olya pooped herself again, and her mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because due to the snowdrifts it was already impossible to reach the woodpile and the well too. Nastya took water for the bath directly from the snow, scooped up the snow with a bucket and heated it on the stove. The wound from the bitten finger hurt a lot, but Nastya didn’t say anything to her mother. I took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bathtub that they had found in the attic when they were moving. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya broke up, fought terribly, bit Nastya all over, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness because a lot of blood was leaking from the bites.

During the night, the house was so covered with snow that the neighbor got scared and called rescuers. They arrived and dug up the house, and found inside a fainting girl with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms or legs.

Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute and spoke to her mother with her hands.

The girl who played the piano

One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the living room there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished cherry wood looks like? It is dark red and glistens like blood.

The piano was very necessary because the girl went to the community center to learn to play the piano.
And on new apartment something strange happened to the girl. She began to play this piano at night, although she had not really liked it before. Played quietly, but audible.

At first, her parents didn’t scold her, they thought she’d play enough and stop, but the girl didn’t stop.

They enter the hall, she stands near the piano, notes on the piano, and looks at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.

Then they began to lock the piano.

But it’s unclear how the girl still opened the piano every night and played it.

They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.

They began to lock her bedroom. And she, who knows how, gets out and plays again.

Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give her your honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she was silent again. They sent me to a boarding school.

And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad during the night.

They began to look for who could have strangled them, and asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told me.
It was not she who played the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to turn over the notes while they played the piano. But she didn’t tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe it anyway.

Then the investigator tells her:

I believe you.

Because in this apartment lived before pianist. He was arrested because he wanted to poison the government. When they arrested him, he began to ask that they not hit him on his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took a shovel from the janitor and cut off both hands. And from this the pianist died.

And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl’s dad.

Wrong girl

A girl named Katya has a new teacher in her class. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And all the students in the girl’s class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.

One day, the girl’s mother sent the girl to take some purchases home to the teacher that he asked her to make. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:

Sit here quietly and don't go into the basement.

And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.

The girl drank tea, but the teacher didn’t come. She began to wander around the rooms, looking at photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly take off the ring and sit in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

She went down to the basement, looked around, and there were basins of blood all around. Some contain intestines, others contain liver, others contain brains, and others contain eyes. And he looks, the eyes are human! She got scared and started screaming!

Then a teacher entered the basement with a large knife. He looked and said:

You are bad, worthless, wrong Katya.

He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.

From this hair I will make the hair of a good, proper Katya. And now I need your skin. I’ll give the right Katya the glass eyes that your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.

And he raised the knife again.

Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stood by the stairs and laughed:

There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to skin you.

Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. She went straight at him. She walks and shakes all over, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead.

And the teacher still laughs and shows the knife.

Then the girl suddenly tore the beads from her neck, which her grandmother had also given her, and how she threw them in the teacher’s face! Straight into the eyes and mouth! The teacher stepped back, his eyes were bloodshot and he couldn’t see anything. He tried to rush at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled around, and he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she crawled out of the basement and ran to the police.

The teacher was later shot. In another city, where he previously worked, he replaced an entire school with walking dolls.

Hungry doll

One girl with her mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the children's room, there was a doll nailed to the wall. Dad tried to pull the nails out, but couldn't. They left it like that.

So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves her head, opens her eyes, looks at the girl and says in a scary voice:

Let me eat some red stuff!

The girl was scared, and the doll said it in a deep voice again and again.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came back and poured it into the doll’s mouth. And the doll calmed down.

The next night everything is the same again. And on to the next one. So the girl gave her blood by the spoonful to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.

And on the seventh day the doll drank blood and said in its terrible voice:

Listen, crazy girl, don’t you have any jam at home?

Stories told by Lilith Mazikina

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