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In this section, we have collected for you the most terrible creepy stories that you can read for free online. Our collection includes both author's fantasies in style and scary mystical stories from real life.

Almost every person is afraid of certain things, but the objects of fear are different for everyone. Some people are horrified by abandoned houses or wild desert areas, others are panicked by cramped rooms. The darkness of the night terrifies many children, and even some adults. In creepy stories, you can find many terrible images that have a depressing effect on the psyche:

• Crazy maniac waiting for his victim
• A disembodied ghost chasing its killer
• A village witch who can turn into a black cat at night
• creepy clown from perverted parallel world
• grinning ominously at you from a mirror image
• A dusty doll that comes to life at night to sink its sharp teeth into the victim's throat.
• Devilry- vampires, werewolves, goblin, mermaids, werewolves

Scary creepy stories will help you get your dose of adrenaline, and completely without risk. Although, if you think about it ... There is an opinion that some thoughts and fears of a person can materialize. What will you do if you suddenly find yourself in the dark with a revived skeleton or other unattractive character in the story? Is it worth reading scary stories at night or is it better to abstain and save your nerves? Decide for yourself!

History textbooks are filled with tales of who stabbed whom, which city was burned to the ground, and which kings married their cousins. So imagine what details from these stories pundits preferred to omit. Or better yet, we will tell you about them 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 scary and little known facts about the most famous historical moments.

1. Syphilitic "zombies" on the streets of Renaissance Italy

When thinking about the Renaissance, most people imagine prim Italians in aristocratic clothes admiring the work of Da Vinci, Michelangelo and other masters. What people don't understand is this:

Yes, Renaissance Florence could be perfect place for various kinds of arts (and parkour, according to Assassin's Creed II), but at the same time, the Italians had 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 the supposed nationality origin - "German", "French", etc.), in literally eating a person. According to one description, because of the disease, "the skin fell off the face of people, and after a few months death occurred." To be more precise, the outbreak caused "complete destruction of the lips, nose and other parts of the body, including the genitals."
Due to the outbreak, victims of the "Gallic disease" roaming the streets without "arms, legs, eyes and noses" were a common sight. So if the Renaissance fairs being held today in Europe and America were true, then half of the people would look like extras from The Walking Dead.
But no matter how nightmarish the idea of ​​living in a decaying body, the immediate horror lurks in the phrase "a few months later." In other words, the sick somehow managed to live in this state for months, probably languishing in hellish pain, while their flesh was "eaten away, in some cases right down to the bones."
In general, during short period during the era of the great masters of the Renaissance, on the streets you could often see the townspeople - not to mention the whole army of the French - with decaying and bare faces, who walked around the city until they fell 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 have probably already seen this illustration, but can you name the people in it?
On the right is obviously John Wilkes Booth, followed by Abraham Lincoln and his wife Mary T. However, unless you are an avid historian, you probably do not recognize the remaining two Union Major Henry Rathbone and his wife, Clara Harris, daughter of a prominent senator USA. Rathbone is better known for his attempt to stop Booth than for the grim Kubrick murder story that befell him a few years later.

During the assassination attempt, Rathbone was seriously wounded, but although he physically managed to survive the attack, his mind could not recover from the tragedy. The officer blamed himself for not interfering with Booth, and although he married Clara two years later, life in marriage only aggravated his condition.
In the end, 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 an American consul, Rathbone attempted to kill three of his children. When his wife prevented him, he shot and stabbed her with a knife, after which he killed himself.
The police found Rathbone all covered in blood and out of his mind. According to an oft-repeated but unconfirmed version, he claimed that people were hiding behind the paintings in his house.
Rathbone spent the rest of his life in a psychiatric hospital, where he complained about machines hidden in the walls that released gas into his room, because of which he was tormented by a strong 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 violent eruption, which left the Roman city of Pompeii (and all its erotic sculptures, since 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 compared to the horror that befell the small city of Herculaneum, which was even closer to Vesuvius, when it began to spit magma.

Pompey's experience can be compared to a classic disaster movie: huge clouds of smoke, people fleeing in panic, ashes, and possibly a subplot about Tara Reid reuniting with her ex-husband. Herculaneum, on the other hand, got a real supernatural horror movie, as this town was exposed to "superheated pyroclastic fumes of stone, mud and gas", or to put it more simply, the following began to happen to people:

Seriously. The human skull is filled with different liquids, and if you heat it up very quickly, then the same thing will happen to it as with a hamster in the microwave. And, in fact, this is exactly what happened in Herculaneum, when all the inhabitants of the city fell into 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 and buckshot. By itself. From within.
Let us hope that the same fate does not befall the people of Naples, who persevere in the same place where Herculaneum once stood and where Vesuvius patiently waits for the right opportunity to give them all a good thrashing.

The pamphlet specifically stated that if people cannot send their pets out of town, then “their destruction will the best way out(The choice of words in this case suggests that this document was written by an early prototype Dalek.) And how did the British population react? Protests across the country, you decide. But no. In fact, 750,000 pets were "destroyed" in just one week.
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 British government could have done much more harm to Hitler's Germany if, instead of massacring animals, it had attacked the former Nazi world lair.

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

Pax Romana, or "Peace of August", is one of the most peaceful periods in history. Deciding that their Empire was already large, 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 so long without the daily garbage collection and laws, invented specifically to keep everyone serial killers away from the streets and honest people?
However, the latter can be deleted. The first documented serial killer in history lived, as they say, royally during the era of Pax Romana.
Her name was Locusta, and her story begins in the middle of the 1st century BC. AD, when a woman was arrested for poisoning. However, luck smiled at Locusta when Agrippina turned to her for help, deciding to poison the emperor Claudius. Later, for her help, the criminal received a pardon.

And what did she do next? A year later, in AD 55, 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 lethal cocktail for her 13-year-old half-brother Britannicus. For her service, Locusta received a pardon and a pretty villa, along with apprentices whom she could teach her craft.
Be that as it may, Locusta's luck ended 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 on the orders 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 shoulder to shoulder with one of the worst child killers.

Let's not lie to you: we adore Jeanne. She was real. She was a hero. And she didn't let anyone push her around.
However, although most of the glory for helping France in the fight against England in the XV 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 of the French army. He was even featured in a big-budget film starring Milla Jovovich, in which Vincent Cassel played him.

So why don't people name churches after him, you ask. Perhaps because at night de Rais played a role scary killer who preyed on children between the ages of 6 and 18.
Don't forget that we are now talking about one of the few people in the French army who helped Joan of Arc build her career and ultimately secured her place among the saints... and yet, as incredible as it sounds, he was also sadistic monster. The records of his trial and his personal confession cause chills on the skin and make the soul freeze with horror: in addition to murders 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 did something more perverted. This guy would have been kicked out of Arkham Asylum in no time for scaring the Joker.
Depending on the source, de Rais's 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, unless in his case it was well deserved.

We lived together with my mother-in-law. She was a doctor, very good. Somehow I was sick for a long time. Weakness, cough, no fever. Mother-in-law calls, we talk about our children. I cough during the conversation. She suddenly says - you have basal pneumonia. I was very surprised. I answer that there is no temperature. In short, she drops everything and comes to us in half an hour. Listens to me through his phonendoscope, knocks on the back and says: - Do not argue with me. Get dressed, let's go for an x-ray.

We took pictures. In fact, I have pneumonia. Exactly like she said. Made me go to the hospital, treated me personally. And after a short time, she herself suddenly dies of a heart attack.

We were very sad for her. And for some reason I kept remembering how, shortly before her death, she asked me:

How do you think? Is there something after death?

Once after a bath, I wanted to lie down. She lay down, and suddenly the balcony door opened slightly. I'm still surprised, it just doesn't open without effort. There was no draft for sure. I followed this, fearing to get sick again. There was a strong chill. I should get up and close the door, but I don't want to. I don’t sleep, but I don’t want to get up, I’m very tired at the dacha. I just got cured, if I don't close the door, I'll get sick again.

And suddenly I thought:

I wonder if that light actually exists or not?

And mentally turned to the deceased mother-in-law:

Mom, if you can hear me, close the door to the balcony, otherwise it will blow through me. You are not there, there will be no one to treat.

And the door immediately closed! I think it seemed? Repeated:

Mom, if you can hear me, open the door.

Door opened!

Can you imagine?! We got together the next day and went to church. Candles were lit for peace.

We had a case. On the anniversary of the father, they decided not to call anyone, but to modestly commemorate. Mother did not want the wake to turn into an ordinary booze.

We sit at the table in the kitchen. Mother put the photograph of her father on the table, and in order to raise it higher, she placed a notebook upright under it and leaned it against the wall. They poured a glass of vodka, a piece of black bread. Everything is as it should be. We talk, we remember.

It's already evening, we decided to clean up everything. I say that you need to take the stack to the bedside table in your father's room, let it stand there until it evaporates by itself. My mother is very rational, she does not really believe in all these customs. He says so frivolously: “Yes, why clean up, I myself will drink now.”

As soon as she said this, the notebook suddenly, for no reason, crawled along the edge of the table and knocked over her father's pile. The photo fell, and the vodka was all poured out to the last drop. (I must say that the stack is round like a barrel and it is almost impossible to overturn it).

Have you ever had hair on your head? Then I experienced it for the first time. Moreover, the whole body was covered with goosebumps from horror. I couldn't speak for five minutes. The husband and mother were also in shock. As if the father said from the next world: “Here you are! You will drink my vodka, of course!

I ran into something strange yesterday.

It's already past midnight, we are sitting with my dear, watching "Midshipmen", and we hear that someone is swinging in the yard.

The third floor, the windows overlook the landing and, due to the heat, are wide open. Our swing creaks disgustingly, this sound is familiar to tears - my little one loves them, but you can’t get to the mechanism to lubricate.

After a couple of minutes, I became interested: who is it that fell into our childhood - I think there are no children on the street at this time.

I go to the window - the swing is empty, but actively swinging. I call my friend, we go out onto the balcony, the entire area is clearly visible (the sky is clear, the moon is full), the swing is empty, but they continue to swing, increasing the amplitude. I take a powerful flashlight, direct the beam at the swing - a few more "back and forth", a jerk as if someone had jumped off, and the swing begins to stop.

Some local spirit frightened away.

I remembered. Once upon a time they lived in the taiga. And then the passing hunters came to visit. The men are making small talk, I'm setting the table. There are three of us, two of them, and I set the table for six. When I noticed, I began to wonder aloud why I counted one more person.

And after that, the hunters said that they stopped on the boat in one place - they were interested in a bunch of brushwood. It turned out that the bear had pulled the man up and covered him with deadwood, a foot in a gnawed boot was sticking out from under the brushwood. That's why they went to the city, taking their boots - to inform them where they were supposed to, order aircraft to take out the corpse and assemble a brigade to shoot the cannibal bear.

Here, along with the boot, probably, the restless soul tagged along.

We once rented an apartment with my husband and a three-year-old daughter from a man. Everything was fine for the first six months. They lived in peace. And somehow, on one of the cold winter evenings, I put my daughter in the bathroom, gave her children's toys, and did something around the house, periodically looking after her. And then she screams. I went to the bathroom, she was sitting, crying, and blood was running down her back. I looked, the wound, as if someone had scratched it. I ask what happened, and she points her finger at the doorway and says: “This aunt offended me.” Naturally, there was no aunt, we were alone. It was terrible, but somehow I quickly forgot about it.

Two days later, I am standing in the bathroom, my daughter comes in and asks, pointing her finger into the bath: “Mom, who is this aunt?” I ask: "Which aunt?". "This one" - answers and looks into the bath. "Here she sits, can't you see?" I have a cold sweat, my hair is on end, I was ready to fly out of the apartment and run! And the daughter is standing and looking into the bath and as if meaningfully at someone! I rushed to read prayers in every corner with a candle all over the apartment! She calmed down, went to bed, and early in the morning the child comes to the corner of the room and offers some candy to her aunt!

On this day, the owner of the apartment came for payment, I asked him who had lived here before? And he told me that his wife and mother died in this apartment with a difference of 2 years, and for both the deathbed was the bed on which my daughter sleeps! Do I need to say that we soon moved out of there?

My friend lives in a pre-revolutionary building. Another great-grandfather-merchant built it. Once she returned from the store, she sees a peasant in a sheepskin coat in the room. He is small, bearded, spinning around himself, as if dancing.

A friend asked him: For worse or for good?

To which he sang: And you will lose your child, you will lose your child!!!

And immediately disappeared.

Long time a friend was worried about her children, met them from school, did not let them go far from her. A year later, the eldest son went to live in another city, to his father. She rarely visits her mother, so we can say that she lost her child.

I didn’t write about it for a long time, I thought it was my personal. The other day I thought - I read you, you also share.

Mom will be 2 years old on June 26, as she is gone. I remember how a week before we went to the beach (no one got sick and was not going to die at all). I saw golden threads on my mother from her head straight into the sky. I have square eyes, I moved back, back, sat on the bedspread. Eye-catching. I see my mother looking at me. The only thing I could say was: Fuck you! Mom asked what, I told her not to move, I'll look again. Mom said: “Maybe I will die soon?”. Mom, you were so right

Mom fainted on a chair for the first time, I called an ambulance, not human voice plowed. And mother, with a blissful expression on her face, repeated: “Mom, mother, mother ...”, as if she really sees. Then I started yelling: “Bab, get away from here, leave it to me, go away!” The ambulance did not recognize the stroke, my mother came to her senses with them. In the evening, everything happened again, and already forever.

It was many years ago. My 91 year old grandmother passed away. After the cremation, we brought the urn with the ashes home and placed it in the pantry for further burial in another city (this was her request). It was not possible to immediately take her away, and she stood there for several days.

And during this time, a lot of something inexplicable happened in the house ... At night, my mother heard some moans, sobs, sighs that had never happened before, I always felt someone's look (reproachful) during the day. Everything fell out of our hands, and the atmosphere in the house became nervously tense. It got to the point that we were afraid to go past the pantry and didn’t even go to the toilet at night ... We all understood that the soul is restless toiling and when the father finally took the urn away and buried it, everything changed with us. Granny! Forgive us, we must have done something wrong!

Mom told me three days ago. We go to bed late, including schoolchildren. By midnight only relatively quiet. And the village itself is quiet. Only crickets now, but a rare dog barks. The night birds have already stopped singing, they are preparing for the fall. More from my mother's words.

I woke up from the fact that someone was knocking on the second door of the corridor (the first one is wooden and bolted, the second is modern metal). The knock was not strong, and knocked as if with an open palm. I thought that one of the older children jumped out without permission, and the grandfather, after smoking, closed the door with a key. But the clock was almost 2 am, the house was quiet - everyone was sleeping. She asked "who's there?" The knocking stopped for a while. Then a child's voice said: "It's me ... let me go." The yard dog and the two lap dogs were silent. Once again she asked "who is there?". The knocking stopped completely.

I have a very rational mother, she does not suffer from visions. She spoke very anxiously. You need to know our family, especially my mother - she doesn’t believe in anyone, she’s not afraid of anyone, so the usual reaction for her would be to get out of bed with the question “what kind of nonsense is this?”, But like this. He says that it was a very natural and obvious event. And she didn't sleep.

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

It's really scary" creepy stories" real life

"Was it or not?" - scary story from real life

I would never have believed in something like this if I myself had not encountered this “similar” ....

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

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. Mom didn't "resist" this time.

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the couch. Dad slept 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 open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And I felt like I was healing. It was only then that I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the sofa, next to your dad, sat your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young to me. I always dreamed that she dreamed of me. But at that moment I was not happy with our meeting. Grandmother sat silently. And I screamed that I did not want to die yet. She flew up to dad from the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time 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 the room until I wash myself with holy water.”

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

Oh, and it was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university .... The guy called me and asked if I would like to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I want to! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if you are tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: “Let’s go to the cemetery and stagger ?!”. 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. I didn't care, to be honest, what I would wear. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We have gathered. They left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. We were there in fifteen minutes. I hesitated for a long time, did not get out of the car. My love helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the cabin.

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

We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I got really scared, I offered to return. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from a 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 prevented me from doing so. I pulled my hand out of his. But I saw that everything with his body was in order, that he had become the same. But I couldn't imagine it! I clearly saw that the body of the beloved was covered with "transparency".

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

I got so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. Summer, can you imagine? I don't represent myself... We drove off. And when the cemetery is over.... I saw again how for a moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he again became normal and familiar. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would go the other way. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, maybe! But I did not persuade him to go the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding somehow. I chalked it 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 ran 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 gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn as Misha?!

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

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

"Scary secrets of a small house"

300 miles from home... It was there that the inheritance in the form of a small house stood and waited for me. I've been meaning to look at it 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. Opened the door. The castle jammed as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I still got through the lock. Went in to the sound of a creak. It was creepy, but I got over it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone - alone.

I did not 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 order.

After ten minutes of my stay in the house, I heard some kind of noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window - saw the curtains shaking. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I again saw how the curtains “flickered”. 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. In it was written this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! I sold this house and never came close to it again. I do not want to remember all this horror.

Majority scary stories are like delirium and clearly border on insanity. No matter how: some of them are more than just real. We will tell about them.

Core

On March 16, 1995, Briton Terry Cottle shot himself in the bathroom of his apartment. Suicide with the words "help me, I'm dying" died right in the arms of his wife Cheryl.

A healthy and well-developed Cottle shot himself in the head, but his body remained unharmed. In order not to waste such good, the doctors decided to donate the organs of the deceased. The widow agreed.

Cottle's 33-year-old heart was transplanted into 57-year-old Sonny Graham. The patient recovered and wrote a letter of thanks to Cheryl. In 1996, they met and Graham felt an incredible attraction to the widow. In 2001 sweet couple began to live together, and in 2004 they got married.

But in 2008, the poor heart stopped beating forever: Sonny, for unknown reasons, also shot himself.

earnings

How to make money like a man? Someone becomes a businessman, others go to a factory, the rest turn into clerks, bums or journalists. But Mao Sujiyama surpassed everyone: the Japanese artist cut off his manhood and made a savory dish out of it. Moreover, there were even six crazy people who paid $250 each to eat this nightmare in the presence of 70 witnesses.

Source: worldofwonder.net

reincarnation

In 1976, hospital orderly Allen Schowery from Chicago, without permission, entered the apartment of colleague Teresita Basa. Probably, the guy wanted to rob the young lady's home, but when he saw the mistress of the house, Allen had to stab and burn her so that the woman would not tell anything.

A year later, Remy Chua (another medical colleague) began to see Teresita's corpse wandering the corridors of the hospital. It would be half the trouble if this ghost just staggered. So it moved into poor Remy, began to control her like a puppet, speak in the voice of Teresita and told the cops about everything that had happened.

The police, relatives of the deceased and Remy's family were shocked by what was happening. But the killer was still split. And they put him behind bars.

Source: cinema.fanpage.it

Three-legged guest

In Enfield (Illinois) it is better not to call. There lives a three-legged one and a half meter slippery and hairy monster with short arms. On the evening of April 25, 1973, it attacked little Greg Garrett (however, it took away only his sneakers), then knocked on Henry McDaniel's house. The man was shocked by the sight. Therefore, out of fear, he drove three bullets into an unexpected guest. The monster overcame 25 meters of McDaniel's yard in three jumps and disappeared.

The sheriff's deputies also met the Enfield monster several times. But no one has been able to solve it. Some kind of mystic.

Chernoglazki

Brian Bethel is a respected journalist who has long built successful career. Therefore, he does not descend to the level of urban legends. But in the 1990s, the master of the pen started a blog in which he published a strange story.

One evening, Brian was sitting in a car parked in the parking lot of a movie theater. Several 10-12-year-old children approached him. The journalist lowered the window, began to look for a dollar for the kids and even exchanged a few words with them. The children complained that they could not enter the cinema without being invited, that they were cold and that he could not invite them into the car. And then Brian saw: in the eyes of the interlocutors, there was no white at all, only a mob.

The poor fellow, in fright, instantly closed the window and pressed the gas pedal all the way. His story is far from the only story about strange black-eyed people. Have you already seen such aliens in your area?

green mysticism

Doris Biter is not the most pleasant resident of Culver City (California). She constantly drinks and insults her sons. She also knows how to summon spirits. In the late 1970s, several researchers decided to see for themselves the authenticity of her stories. It all ended with the fact that the young lady with spells at home really called the green silhouette of a man who scared everyone half to death. And one daredevil even lost consciousness.

In 1982, based on the stories of Biter, the horror film The Entity was made.