Stories about the forest. Mystical stories: An incident in a hike Horror stories in a hike

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Once I wrote to a longtime acquaintance with whom I went to the same school as a child. We hadn’t seen each other for 10 years and when I found out that she lived not far from me, I on occasion invited me to visit, they say, run in for tea, we live nearby, we’ll sit and remember childhood. Well, he invited and invited, as an old acquaintance, completely without any ulterior motive. And so, we are sitting drinking tea, talking, talking like that for a long time - I look at my watch, it's already past midnight - I understand that my friend is clearly in no hurry to go home. I begin to hint from afar, they say, I’ll get up to work tomorrow, but oh, I don’t want to, and sleep, they say, it’s already 5 hours. Is sitting. It should be noted that I did not notice any hints, coquetry or other signs from her for the whole evening - a usual conversation between two childhood friends. Well, I think, okay. I lay myself and her on different beds. She asked to take a shower, and although I still did not fully understand her intentions, but taking advantage of her absence, I nevertheless put the "essentials" under the mattress, just in case.

It turns out that he immediately starts a conversation again in the style: "Do you remember Romka? Petka-Vaska-Natasha." Those. hints - well, zero at all. And so we go to bed, turn off the light - she rustles in the dark, undresses, lies down in her bed and with a playful intonation deliberately declares: "Only I will sleep without a top, do not peep!" “Good,” I say. And with the aim of finally dotting it, I start a joke: "But it will be scary to sleep alone, come!" "And I'm already scared!" And jump - half-naked in bed with me, cuddled all over, giggles, threw her leg at me. Well, there is nothing to guess. And as soon as I start to touch her with my hand, suddenly she jumps up and in a completely indignant tone exclaims: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ??!". I, of course, went nuts from such a reaction, and I couldn’t say anything except "well ... uh ..." She lay back, clung back again. I lie and think convulsively - what am I doing wrong, and what should I do next. I do not touch, I am silent. Think. After just a couple of minutes I hear - sniffles. Quietly fucking. In the morning, as if nothing had happened, she woke up, cheerfully thanked for the pleasant evening of memories, and went home.

After this incident, for a long time I generally shied away from the girls. He completely refused to understand what was going on in their heads. Even to this day I cannot understand what happened then and what intentions moved my friend. So do not beat yourself up - perhaps your classmate was really just scared at first, then just cold, and then just hot. Sometimes it is impossible to guess what a woman wants.

I propose to devote this post to such piquant stories that still haunt you.

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Horror in the forest

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A case in the woods

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Mycelium

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Girl in the forest

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Rotten swamp

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Wasteland

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Swamp Thing

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Plot

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Forest old woman

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Forest belt

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Snanen's Lair

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Dead moon

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Graves in the forest

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Lights in the forest

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Under the willow

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Taiga horror

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Tragedy in the Volga region

It happened in the early 80s in the Volga region. In a dense forest about a kilometer from a small town, three teenagers disappeared - two girls and one guy. Everyone was 17 years old, studied at ...

Cherished path

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In the woods

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Taiga barrack

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Bonfire in the rain

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Fifth

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Night in the forest

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Shed in a woods

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House by the forest

Devil from the forest

This story reached me through tenths of a hand, that is, a mouth, so it is difficult to judge its reliability. It looks like a touring bike, but to be like that, I think ...

Everyone thinks: "Nothing supernatural can happen to me!" But the time comes and otherworldly forces, which seemed unreal, ghostly and distant, unceremoniously invade our familiar and explainable world. How does a person live after he learns that next to him there is something that previously seemed fantastic and unattainable?

Hike incident

This story happened to my friend many years ago, when he was a student. During the summer holidays, he and three of his friends decided to go hiking in Western Ukraine... Moreover, it was supposed to travel some distance by train (up to a certain settlement), partly go on foot, and partly sail along the river in an inflatable boat. We thought - we did it.

We reached the village, loaded up with provisions, and went on foot through the forest to the river. They had a map with them, but probably not very accurate, because they walked for a long time, the river near which the halt was planned was not at the indicated place, and in the meantime evening was approaching. And suddenly on the path along which they were moving, a grandmother appeared, not like summer, warmly dressed. The tired guys asked her if it was far to the river. Grandmother looked them over carefully and said: “There is no river here. It would be better if you guys returned home.

Because a black cat walks here. She will eat and drink you. "Deciding that the old woman was out of her mind, the guys, laughing, went on and very soon got to the river, which was indicated on the map. Here they set up a tent, inflated the boat, cooked dinner, and, on the occasion of the long-awaited rest, drank a bottle of port, sat by the fire, sang songs to the guitar, and began to go to bed. open air in an inflatable boat, so that "no one snores in the ear." We fell asleep quickly - physical activity during the day affected. Then what happened: in the middle of the night, three friends who were sleeping in the tent were awakened by a loud meow. Not even a meow, but rather a howl - ominous and dreary. Moreover, the sound became louder and louder with every second.

There was a full moon in the sky, and the shadow of a large cat was moving along the canvas wall of the tent. The animal not only walked around, but also made attempts to tear the fabric of the tent with its claws. My friend said that the thought immediately arose of Genk, who was sleeping outside. But the horror that seized the children (I remembered the words of the strange grandmother) made them unable to do anything. The cat howled and scraped into the tent almost until dawn, and then disappeared. Even after everything had calmed down, the guys did not immediately crawl out of the hiding place. And this is what they saw: Genka was lying on the grass, completely undressed (things were piled up next to them), and the inflatable boat was gone. When they woke him up by common efforts, it turned out that he had not heard anything, and absolutely did not understand what had happened.

The boat was found half an hour later: it was hanging high in a tree. With great difficulty, they managed to remove it. That's all. There is no explanation. And Genka died of leukemia in the same year.

Wandering guest

Lately I've gotten used to the fact that with frightening frequency I attract failures and troubles. I even began to treat it with humor. But one of the next adventures really scared me.

I do not like the dark, and, more often than not, a floor lamp is on in my rooms in the evenings, even when I leave the house. And so, one of the winter evenings, the dog began to whine and huddle up to the front door - he thought he wanted to walk. Then I was surprised that he immediately let me put on a leash, because usually you have to run after him throughout the apartment or pull him out from under the bed. Rejoicing at my little victory over the obstinate dog, I put on my hat and leave the house. It's minus thirty outside, full moon, cold wind - real Siberian romance. In order to enter the dog walking area, you need to climb the stairs. And this miracle of architectural activity is located almost parallel to the windows of my apartment. At some point, I just look at the second floor, and I see: a black silhouette of a man flickers in our windows, as if someone is running from room to room. At first I thought they were thieves. An idea arose in my head to go to lock the common door and call the police, when suddenly it dawned on me: "Lord, he walks through the walls!" We have four windows: the first two are in one room, and there is a wall between the remaining two. In general, I am standing on a cold street and I just don’t know what to do. I call my friend and tell me what's the matter. She convinces me not to do anything and call someone for help. For some reason, her alarmed chirping gave me confidence and moral strength, and I decided to act. Staying in touch with my friend, I went home. I go into the apartment, look into all the rooms, take the dog with me. It seems that no one is visible, my friend is trying to amuse me. I let go of the dog, it wanders to its place, And suddenly the electricity is cut off. And at this very minute the dog begins to bark in the corridor. I'm hysterical. I call the dog, but I can't shout over the barking.

I leave the room, I didn't turn on the flashlight, because I thought, if, God forbid, I see something, I just won't survive. A friend on the phone is trying to figure out what's the matter. I hear something falling with a crash in the kitchen. At this time, the light turns on. I walk to the kitchen with the dog, led by the collar, and with the voice of my friend on the phone. There are dishes piled up from the sink on the floor, which my mother asked me to wash in the afternoon. I ended up washing the dishes and the floor.

Since then, nothing like this has happened in the house, but the dog from time to time barks at corners and emptiness.

Digital phantom attack

I’ll say right away: everything that happened to me is the purest truth, but unfortunately there is no evidence and only two people can confirm the veracity of this incident - me and my girlfriend.

A very strange story happened to me yesterday at 14:16 local time. As usual, I talked with my girlfriend on Skype - such a connection is the only way that allows us to see each other often, because we live in different cities. That time we, for some reason, touched upon the topics of files of murderers, anomalous pictures and other devilry.

After exchanging opinions (as well as a couple of pictures), we moved on to solving other issues, when suddenly the conversation was interrupted by the call of my home phone. Mechanically looking at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, I apologized to the girl, asked to wait and, dropping the headphones on the table, ran to the kitchen to the phone. But picking up the receiver, I heard only silence, among which one could discern a muffled, hoarse breathing.

Repeating politely: "Hello?" I was about to go back to the room when I was stopped by a new trill of my home phone. In response to my "hello" - again silence and rare dull sighs. Hanging up, I waited a little on the kitchen threshold (what if the call will be repeated?), And then moved into the room. And suddenly everything swam in front of my eyes, nauseating light spots danced around, a sharp unpleasant sound hit my ears, blood rushed to my temples, and heaviness appeared in my legs.

Going to the computer, I sat down on a chair and, putting on headphones, turned my hazy gaze from the table to the monitor, and was horrified - my girlfriend's face froze, and occasionally trembled.

The lips were tightly compressed, and instead of the usual speech, a distorted, accelerated voice came from the speakers, which was saying something incomprehensible, inarticulate with an unnatural frightening intonation. Then the girl's face became distorted, blurred, began to slowly dissolve in the matte whiteness of the monitor, and I, struggling with a sudden nausea, turned off Skype.

A little later, having come to my senses, I called the girl back and told about what had happened. With every word I said, the girl's eyes widened more and more. It turned out that I described the same thing that happened to her. Checking both computers for viruses did not give any results, and I can’t say with certainty whether it was a virus, because in the evening the call to my home phone was repeated. I felt like someone mysterious on the other end of the line smiles ominously ...

Doomed to be alone

This story was told to me by my great-grandmother Masha, a very wise and wonderful person in every respect. As she herself admitted, it was the most mysterious and incomprehensible event of those witnesses that she had to be ...

Petrovka is an ordinary village where people lived happily and quite amicably. They did not have to deal with anything supernatural ... until a certain moment. There lived a girl named Katerina, and she was madly in love with a young guy named Ivan. She loved him, but he did not. She suffered, and he only made fun of her. Ivan was very handsome, and he was not new to the fact that some girl was crazy about him. Everything would have gone on like this if Ivan and his friends had not come up with a cruel joke. They decided to give Katerina a note, allegedly from Ivan, which said that he would be waiting for her in a birch grove. In fact, they were going to send Arsyushka, a local fool, to meet her, they wrote him the same note on behalf of Katerina. And after that they rang out all over the village that Katerinka was showing mercy to the fool in a birch grove. Of course, village people do not need a lot of information to create gossip.

Moreover, another woman saw Katerina and Arsyushka coming out of the grove and crying, and why is not clear. Bad rumors spread through the village, who knows what they began to talk about Katya ... One can only imagine how desperate the girl was, how ashamed she was to look her parents in the eyes. And then the person she loves walks by and shouts insulting words after. When this happened again, she could not resist. I caught up with him, tried to hit him, take revenge for all the pain he caused, scratched, tore his shirt on. And everyone decided that she had lost her mind. They began to drag the girl away from Ivan. She only managed to shout to him: "You will not be happy in love!" And two days later the whole village learned that Katerina had drowned herself.

Five years have passed since then. Everyone has already ceased to think about the unfortunate drowned woman. Everyone except Ivan - he felt guilty about himself. But it was this feeling that made him change for the better, settle down, become kinder, wiser. His parents died, he was left alone in his spacious hut. But the loneliness did not last long. He fell in love with a young girl named Anna, who at that time turned 17. It cannot be said that she was a beauty, but she had a soft disposition and a kind heart. They got married and lived in a hut left by their parents. And it seemed that nothing could destroy happiness, but only a week passed after the marriage, and the devilry began.

Every night at midnight, strange things happened in their house. At first they were just inexplicable sounds: light steps, sobbing and sighing. Then it became cold in the hut, and dampness smelled from somewhere, someone incessantly rattled dishes. But the most unpleasant thing: the newlyweds were seized by unreasonable feelings of fear and despair, they did not know what to do and who to turn to, no one believed them, since nothing like this had happened in the village before.

But all of the above was just the beginning of the trouble. Then the young bride began to melt before our eyes: day by day she became weaker and paler. As if life was slowly leaving her. Literally a month after the wedding, she could not move. Doctors shrugged their shoulders: it was impossible to identify the cause of its extinction. And two months later she died. Ivan suffered a lot. But the day after the death of his beloved, all this devilry stopped. But it happened again after 5 years. Ivan married again, and all this devilry began again, and two months later he had to mourn his young wife.

He realized how destructive his love was for women, and lived alone for the rest of his life. This is how this man was haunted by the curse of the young drowned woman.

At night we were awakened by the fact that someone grunted sharply, and this quacking ended with a barely noticeable crunch. Then we heard someone walking around the tent, rustling with branches. I took the phone, turned on the screen, it was 2:17 am. Shining a screen, I found a knife and, daring, shouted: "Who is here?" The rustling stopped abruptly, as if the one who was walking had suddenly stopped. Then there was a sound like someone was chuckling. And then the completely indescribable began: slowly between the buttons of the closed tent, pushing the tarp apart, an object similar to a cow's horn, thick, with black wool at the base, entered the tent. This was accompanied by the sound: "buude, buude, buude." The sound or "voice" was very strange, low and loud, and the manner of "pronunciation" was similar to the way deaf people speak. My ears rang with fear. Who or what was it? The horn remained in the tent for just a few seconds, then abruptly disappeared, the sound of receding footsteps was heard, and then everything was quiet. We sat in a tent and did not dare to go out until morning.
As soon as morning came, we went out and saw a cross in front of the tent! It was made of two sticks and rewound with grass and branches and stuck into the ground. Since the phone was still gripped in my hand, I took a photo of it. I was sure that he had not been there in the evening! And the most important thing! Musya is gone! The peg, leash and collar remained in place, only the collar was torn. It didn't take us long to realize that it was extremely unsafe to stay here. We called Musya, but we guessed that it was useless: she never ran away, and the torn collar made us understand that it was useless to call and look. Leaving the tent and grabbing everything we needed, they rushed back to the car. And without incident we reached the city.
For a long time we did not dare to return there, but it was a pity to leave the tent, and after a while we returned. And, oddly enough, for a long time they could not find the place where they stayed then for the night. They strayed until they noticed something strange: a lot of tree trunks were cut with either a knife or a machete, and some even had drawings (photo). And suddenly we noticed an object in the bushes. Approaching it, we were dumbfounded: a clearing with a dug-out dugout appeared to our eyes, and everything said that they LIVE here (photo). And when we saw the remains of the tarpaulin (possibly from our tent) and our bottle from under the "Arkhyz", we realized that it was useless to look for our things. Suddenly it became very anxious, and we, not daring to stay here for a long time, quickly left. No matter how much we strayed, of course, we never found the tent.
Returning to the road, we saw another cross! He resembled the one that was found that terrible morning, and ... near the car ... Musya, or rather, her almost rotten corpse. I swear she was not there when we arrived ...
A year has already passed, but the depression and some kind of aloofness do not leave me. Needless to say, we no longer went to the forest. And a month after this incident, my wife went to another, and I became seriously ill. I can’t write anymore, it’s bad and painful.

Oleg loved hiking in the forest. Often he took a tent and went somewhere far away from the annoying city bustle of nature. It happened this time too.

Oleg had no friends - so, acquaintances and work colleagues. Taking an extra day off before the weekend, he got on the train, looking forward to a good time by the fire on the river bank.

Having reached the place, making a fire and setting up a camp, Oleg decided to inspect the surroundings at the same time to collect firewood for the fire for the night. He has not been here yet. It was already getting dark, taking an ax, he went into the thicket.

After wandering a little through the forest and stumbling upon a large fallen dry tree, Oleg began to chop off branches. Quickly collecting firewood, he went to the camp. The young man had been walking for a good hour, but the fire was still not visible, and it seemed that he had not gone so far ...

The forest began to cover the dark shroud of the night, but Oleg never found his way to the camp. Going out into the clearing, he decided to stop to rest. The guy peered into the darkness, hoping to see a glow from the fire, but to no avail. Having already decided that it was worth staying here until morning, he saw a flickering light through the dense thickets.

- Finally! - the traveler was delighted, having taken on himself an armful of branches, briskly walked towards the light.

But, having reached the place, no fire was visible. There was not a big old house in the clearing. A light was on in the window.

- Do not spend the night in the forest without a fire and a tent, when there is a roof over your head - the traveler thought and knocked on the door.

Oleg was opened by an elderly woman with a kind face and invited into the house. Having seated the guest at the table, she began to prepare dinner, muttering a song under her breath.

The house was not big. Modest decoration, a stove in the middle, not a large table and a couple of chairs - Oleg did not find anything interesting for himself while looking around the room.

- Do you have a family, friends? The old woman asked unexpectedly.

- No. - answered the guy, - I live alone.

Unexpectedly for himself, he told her that he loved to visit unfamiliar places, to go alone to the forest for several days. After these words, the woman froze for a second and continued to swarm around the stove.

- My dear, but go to the cellar for potatoes - the old woman asked the guy.

Oleg went downstairs. It was dark and he felt it.

Suddenly the cellar lid slammed shut, and the guy heard the old woman click the lock. Rushing to the exit, he began to knock and shout to the grandmother - she did not pay attention to him, through the small cracks in the floor it was visible how the hostess extinguished the fire and left. The house plunged into complete darkness ...

Oleg started shouting and knocking again, and suddenly felt that something touched him on the shoulder. The guy turned around and froze. An old man stood before him. Eyes gray without pupils, worms were visible through the scraps of skin hanging on the face. He stood swaying and stretched out his bloody and decaying hands to Oleg. There was no place to run ...

There was a terrible scream! Scarlet blood spurted through the cracks in the floor, and an ominous chomp was heard ...

They searched for Oleg, but they found only an empty rickety tent in the forest ...