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In order to tell a really scary story, a couple of sentences are enough:

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“I woke up, reached out to kiss my wife, but she was not there. And not only her body, but any thing, any trace that could confirm that she once existed in my life. I noticed long ago that at the mention of her name, acquaintances looked at me with pity, as if I was not all right with my head.

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“She was born with pitch black eyes. From the age of ten she stopped sleeping, spent whole nights drawing concentric circles on the walls of her bedroom. She is my child, but I am more and more afraid that something else terrible will happen: I am sure that it was she who killed her little brother, although there is no evidence.

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"I want to be a good man, really want to, but these voices in my head ... they make me do bad things and do not stop until I do as they say. I've stomped on a lot of women, stole hundreds of ashtrays, and beat up dozens of homeless people just to keep from going crazy."

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“The claustrophobia was almost unbearable, but I knew that if I allowed myself to even moan, they would say that I was overreacting. So I endured with clenched teeth. Until he could no longer breathe. Then I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying in a coffin.”

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“She was perfection. At least I thought so, until one evening I found her in the bathroom, when she had just turned on the water, about to wash herself. She looked up at the mirror and I saw the green and blue feathers of my favorite parrot stuck around her mouth. And then I realized where the fish had mysteriously disappeared from the aquarium the week before.”

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“Eight years after moving in, I began to notice that our neighbors do not age at all. I began to watch them carefully and saw that they were drinking water directly from the spring in their backyard, and pouring themselves with this water. After waiting until they left the city, I convinced my wife to sneak into their area and try the power of the magical source for herself. Behind next week my wife and I have aged ten years, the neighbors have moved, and the spring has dried up.”

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“For as long as I can remember, I have always felt like a fish thrown ashore, so I was not at all surprised when THEY appeared. I immediately felt my kinship with them - beings from another planet, maybe even from another galaxy. My loneliness became unbearable after they left me again, reminding me that being on Earth is the punishment I am serving for a terrible crime.

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“At first, the doctors thought it was all because of the drugs I was taking. But I knew that they had nothing to do with it. The fact is that only in a dream did I really become myself. And I had to take horse doses of stimulants in order not to turn into a sleepwalking killer, which I really was.

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“I told her a joke and she laughed like she had never heard anything funnier in her life. Twelve hours passed, but she still did not calm down, only the ringing girlish laughter turned into an ominous cackle of an obviously possessed person. And then I slit her throat. I felt with all my being that I was doing the right thing, even if I spent the rest of my life behind bars.”

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“A bird flew in through the kitchen window. She touched the face of her mother with her wing, who at that time was washing the dishes. But my mother didn't even flinch. And only then did I notice that her eyes had changed color from blue to green and I rushed away, suddenly realizing that the woman in the kitchen was an impostor in the guise of the one I called mother.

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“Once a friend told me a very funny story, and instead of laughing, I burst into tears. From that day on, all my emotional reactions were the exact opposite of natural and logical. Soon people began to shun me and very quickly I found myself in complete isolation. But it's better than getting punched in the face by strangers every time."

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"She was the most beautiful girl of everyone I've met. The third date ended in bed. After making love, she made me kneel before a makeshift altar and pray with her to the deity she called Sfat. But when she began to chant strange verses, periodically kissing my ass, I jumped up and ran like crazy. I ran without stopping all the way to my house, in just my shorts.

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“At the age of five, I discovered the ability to read the minds of dogs. Everything would be fine, but over time they began to put forward their requirements, which I had to fulfill immediately - no matter if I was walking down the street, sitting in the toilet or having lunch with my family.

Most horror stories are like nonsense 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.

In this section, we have collected true mystical stories sent by our readers and corrected by moderators before publication. This is the most popular section on the site, because. read stories about mysticism based on real events, is liked even by those people who doubt the existence of otherworldly forces and consider stories about everything strange and incomprehensible to be just coincidences.

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As usual, we decided to get together with friends and celebrate New Year 2014 together, at one of our mutual friends in a private house. I was then 22 years old. Someone was there from early evening, someone was already pulling up after 00:00, having celebrated the first minutes of the New Year at home with their families. The holiday is in full swing, the girls are laying the table, at around 22:00, alcohol has not yet been opened. Some of the boys skipped 50 grams once an hour, for mood, but, basically, no one else drank. I remembered that I owed a friend a small amount of money, either 300 or 500 rubles - I don’t remember, but for some reason I decided that I needed to return it so as not to enter New Year with debts. Phoned. The network was not yet overloaded, as it happens, and I got through right away. We agreed to meet (we were in the city, but in the private sector, the meeting point was a 20-minute walk from where I was). I decided to take a friend with me so that it would not be boring to go alone. They left.

The story happened when I was still at school, I don’t remember exactly the class, about 5-7 class somewhere. Then we also had an art class. I really liked the teacher, as a teacher and just as a person: very thin and creative person, so close to me in spirit and not a simple dry teacher, as many seemed to me. We talked a lot with her after the lessons, she also saw in me a talent for drawing, advised one art school, which I successfully graduated after 6 years. But it's not about that.

In one of these conversations, the topic went beyond otherworldly phenomena and creatures. She told about brownies, that they really exist and how to feed them, however, at that time this story seemed absurd to me, and I reacted to this with a slight mocking irony. But for the sake of fun, I tried to do it, I wanted to experiment.

The story happened in 2015, when my daughter and I were on maternity leave. My daughter did not develop well during pregnancy, the pregnancy was difficult. Doctors frightened me with a disabled person, and an ordinary girl was born, however, weighed 2900. She went to a year and four months. Late, of course, but I always believed in her, despite the forecasts of doctors and the groaning of relatives.

My daughter was 1.7 at the time of the story. My son was in the garden, we were walking, we stopped near the steps of the store, I let my daughter out of the stroller, and she began to climb the stairs hesitantly, and I lightly held her behind the back. On the steps of the chalk cleaner and says to me: "Why are you holding back, let her go." I looked at her frowningly, saying, why are you being smart, I’ll figure it out myself, but I said nothing and went further inside the store. We skimped, we went down, and the cleaning lady asked what the girl's name was, and for some reason I answered the name without any. I put my daughter in a stroller, we move off, and then it shakes me to the side, as it led. My heart began to beat furiously, my chest glorified, I could not breathe, and I squeezed the handles of the stroller and barely walked without turning around. Somehow she reached her yard, sat down on a bench near the sandbox, caught her breath, took a sip from her daughter's bottle and went home. I called my husband, said that I felt bad, black dots and hairs appeared before my eyes. The head was still spinning. Why I didn’t go to the doctor, because it could have been a microstroke, I still don’t know - stupid carelessness. Moreover, all the signs are obvious: the head is plague, the back of the head is baking, with eyes closed finger missed the tip of the nose, the tongue is wadded. I’ll say in advance that these symptoms have been with me all summer, and only by autumn it gradually began to get better.

My mother has a friend, an aunt. Three years ago, her daughter, who at that time was barely 20 years old, died in an accident. I don’t think it’s worth talking about what a tragedy it was for the whole family. Aunt Marina in the early days cheered everyone up, looked calm, remembered only moments from her Xenia's past. All because the truth of awareness has not yet come. Then, when awareness came, Aunt Marina, albeit on the most serious sedatives but started to slowly go crazy. It still coincided with the fact that the eldest son, after so many years of fruitless marriage, suddenly became pregnant with a wife, and even a girl. Aunt Marina firmly decided that her Xenia decided to return to them. The son and daughter-in-law played along with her, because they felt sorry for their mother.

Recently came to visit me cousin, and I remembered a story that happened a few years ago when I came to visit my aunt.

My sister has two children, they are already adults, their own families, she already has grandchildren. At that time, her son was already married to a girl from the city, little son was three years old. I arrived, brought gifts for the baby, bought a whole grid of bright balls, and other toys. They filmed two-room apartment, in wooden house with stove heating. Her son's wife was pregnant with her second child, the period was already long, the eighth month.

I arrived by bus, as usual in the evening. I was met, we sat at the table, talked, talked. Late in the evening after work, a girl came to visit us, she worked as a postman at the local post office. I've known her since she was little, she's my aunt's niece. We sat with her until late in the evening. She told me that she had an anniversary soon, that she bought herself a beautiful pink dress and shoes of the same color. She told me to come tomorrow to see how she would look for her anniversary.

I was madly in love with my grandmother. Every summer we rested with her in the country and, probably, this brought us even closer. Well, you know, in the evening, when all the work has already been completed and there is silence around, intimate conversations begin about this and that, and you see in a person not only a relative, but a person. And this allowed me to love my granny even more. I experienced the death of my grandmother very hard, besides, she died before my eyes and the scene of death stood before my eyes for a long time, and even now everything is remembered as yesterday.

Mystical coincidences often happen in our life, but we do not always pay attention to them.

When my daughter entered the university, I had to look for housing, as the conditions in the hostel were terrible: a small room for four, theft, and so on. It was difficult to find housing, it was the end of August, everything was already taken. With difficulty, I managed to rent a room in my grandfather's house. The fact that grandfather is not quite adequate became clear from the first day. It was often impossible to wash, watch TV for a short time. When it got colder, he turned on the boiler only in the evening, and turned it off in the morning. At the same time, he could also call.

I arrived a month later to find another place to live, but nothing worked and I had to leave. A month later I came again with the firm intention of looking until I found at least something. After living there for a week, in an endless search, I despaired, because there was nothing suitable. She dialed another phone number. At the other end of the wire they said that the housing had already been rented out. Then the woman asked why I had such a sad voice. I said that I could not find housing, to which she advised not to worry, she said that everything would be fine. I thought that it would not be good, because I was going to leave in the morning and continue looking for housing in another month.

I read an interesting, eye-catching article about unusual abilities cats. I myself had a magical cat and have no doubts about these animals. But then, I remembered a story that surprises so far. It concerns the animal world as a whole.

I love animals and they are interesting to me, but I only accept my own. You always feel it is yours or not. But insects cause an unpleasant attitude and irritation. Couldn't stand cockroaches. We had them at work, and we drove them. I worked on painting dishes. And for this reason, she was alone in the workshop in peace and quiet. This time I painted glasses. For the convenience of work, each glass is placed on top of each other, and thus, a high glass pyramid with a cone-shaped top is built.

I was too lazy to go to the canteen and, having a stove, there was no problem with lunch. And now I began to notice that at the same time (the beginning of lunch), there is a feeling that they are looking at me. Surprise knew no bounds, as did the feeling of discomfort. But, she did not pay serious attention and just worked, writing off the paint thinner and the smell. After a while, I began to notice that after dinner, that this feeling disappears. I think that this is such nonsense and I decided to get to the bottom and be attentive to the little things and sensations.

The story took place long ago, when my uncle was still a student, and he often had to sit at the books. That evening he was sitting at the table and taking notes, his mother was reading in another room, there was no one else in the apartment at that time.

The uncle sat facing the exit of the room and, accordingly, could see everything that was happening in the corridor. He noticed that his mother had left the room, as he thought to the toilet. A lot of time passed, but my mother did not come back. The fact is that there was nowhere to go, except for the bathroom and the toilet, so rest in another room is no longer necessary. After waiting a little more time, the uncle decided to check for himself where his mother was, suddenly she became ill and needed help?

I remember a case from my distant childhood when my beloved grandmother almost died. At that time she was no more than 50 years old. I don't remember exactly.

And it was like that. My grandmother was walking home from work and she was hit by a car at the crossroads. She crossed the road green light, but the driver was drunk and several people were injured from the collision. The grandmother and another woman were taken away by an ambulance, the injuries were severe - a bruise chest and fracture of both legs. After the hospital, she was even given a disability.

I won’t tell you what our family had to go through, especially since I was 12 years old and don’t remember everything. The only thing I remember well was the prayers of my mother, who told me that there is no God. But after being discharged, the grandmother also became very pious and once told what she saw when she had a clinical death in intensive care. Doctors started the heart (as they later said) for more than a minute.

It happened during the war. My grandmother told me this story, and a neighbor told her.

They lived then in the village, the famine, the terrible husband went to the front, and the child and Nina, that was the name of the neighbor, remained with the little one. baby on hands. She could not stand the hard life and decided to hang herself. I went to the barn, took the rope and hung it up, when suddenly I heard a child screaming. She thought, I'll feed for the last time, then I'll go back to the barn.

I also often have dreams in which my relatives warn me of danger. At first I did not attach any importance to this, but then I saw that dreams and reality coincide.

Father. He died in 2002 at the age of 56. Just one day he lost consciousness and fell, as a result of a rupture of the aorta as a result of an aneurysm. That's what I always dream about most of all. Moreover, as I thought, I always warned about something, so I never treated it with fear. It was I who began to think now, did he come in a dream? Did he warn you? And why does a healthy man in the full dawn of his strength die so suddenly (doctors have never diagnosed an aneurysm)? Last time, however, dreamed a few years ago. After that my younger son suffered a severe fracture in his arm.

In 2000, our city was simply tortured by a gang of Satanists. What they did then is beyond words: they desecrated graves, burned wreaths, tore up graves, crucified cats and dogs on crosses, arranged some wild games in cemeteries. In a word, a nightmare. And no one could do anything, because the father of one of the members of the gang was a high-ranking official.

And on the night of April 29-30, 2001, these, so to speak, citizens, led by their spiritual leader, were returning from another gathering at the village cemetery, which is not far from the city. Since it is quite a long way to the highway that leads directly to the city, they decided to drive along the industrial zone of our metallurgical plant. I must say that at night it is always quite busy there and BelAZ trucks drive in herds. In general, the entrance to the industrial zone is closed and no one understood how they managed to get there. "BelAZ" is a huge car, under which, for example, "six" can easily pass. The company was driving a Niva. Six people were packed into a relatively small car.

I read a lot of stories on this site and decided to post my own. Many years ago, my sister, my mother, father and grandmother lived in a village house in the village. My parents went to work in the city, and we often stayed with my grandmother. But one day it turned out that she left too.

My sister is 4 years older than me, I was 2-3 years old. At first everything was in order, we played, did household chores. But at some point, we, being in the room, heard a voice that called: "Natasha, Anya, come here." It came from the top of the stove, in the place where people usually warm themselves. Nobody could be there. This call was repeated several times.

I must say that by that time my grandmother had taught her sister several prayers. It was them that she said to herself, after which everything was silent. To be honest, I remember this incident only from the words of my sister, and I also remember that the next time I was alone, I was afraid and offered her to hide under the covers, but nothing like that happened that time.

This story was told to me by my nephew. It was several years ago. He worked (and still works) as a security guard in a security company. Now from his face.

Information is passing: an alarm went off in one of the cottages. Let's go to the address. We expose around the perimeter and two should go around and inspect the house for penetration. And then go into the house. The door, which is not the front door, but from the side of the veranda, is closed, but not with a key. We report on the radio and go. We start bypassing. And in one of the rooms on the floor lies an unconscious man. We inform the dispatcher. We say to call the police, an ambulance.

The dispatcher accepted and said: "The hostess is coming." Literally a couple of minutes later, a beautiful well-groomed woman of about 45 comes in, but she looks much younger. We ask: "Do you know him?" Answer: No. Police arrive, ambulance. This whole procedure begins (I will not describe, because it is not interesting). Yes, I don't remember.

Artist I. Oleinikov

It is quite clear that horror stories happened not only in the old days. They happen even now. Near, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since there are no vampires, no space aliens, no people with bear heads on the next street and in the neighboring area, all these today's stories have an absolutely everyday coloring.

With an emphasis on human meat pies, blood bags and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "That was today, that was yesterday."

There was a hotel in the city of N that was notorious. There was a red light above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were disappearing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a lodging for the night. The director replied that free places no, except for that ill-fated room with the red light bulb. Not a guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The director of the hotel assigned him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and featherbeds and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night too. It's already past eleven, it's time for twelve, and sleep doesn't come. It's past midnight!

Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She tore the pillow with terrible force and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly dressed and went to look for the director of the hotel. But that was not there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough search. One of the police officers noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Unscrewing the screws and moving the bed aside, the policemen saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. We pressed the button. The lid of the chest lifted abruptly but inaudibly. And out of it appeared the Black Hand. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second - there were skeletons. They opened the third - there is only skin. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood flowed into the basins. In the fifth - people in white coats butchered corpses. We went into the sixth - people were standing along long tables and packing blood into bags. We went into the seventh - and were dumbfounded! On a high chair there sat the director of the hotel himself.

The director confessed to everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, it was required a large number donated blood. The director was connected with one of the states. He was offered for a huge sum to establish the production of such blood, and he agreed and developed a plan with the Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine form, a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room was gone. The city now lives quietly and sees wonderful dreams at night.

One day the mother sent her daughter to the market for pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old woman said. That the pies are already over, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her with pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl's mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She did not find her daughter. I bought pies from the same old woman and returned home. When she bit off one pie, she saw a blue fingernail in it. And her daughter just painted her nail in the morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police came to the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, put them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human flesh. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it in the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her a life sentence.

A taxi driver is driving late in the evening and sees: an old woman is standing by the road. Vote. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, you need to see your son!” The taxi driver says: "It's late, I need to go to the park." But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: "Wait here for me, I'll be right back!"

Half an hour goes by and she's gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to another!" The taxi driver says: “What are you doing! It's already night!" And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He is not here either. Take, - he says, - to another! The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman is gone. There is none and no. The taxi driver's eyes began to droop. Suddenly he hears - the door opens. He raised his head and saw: an old woman was standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is covered in blood, his hands are covered in blood, a piece of meat is pulled out of his mouth ...

The taxi driver turned pale: "Grandma, what are you ... eating the dead?"

A police captain was walking through an abandoned old cemetery at night. And suddenly he saw a large White spot. The captain pulled out a pistol and began to shoot at him. But the stain continued to fly at him ...

The next day the captain did not show up for duty. Rushed to look. And in the old cemetery they found his body. The captain had a pistol in his hand. And next to it lay a shot newspaper.

One girl, her name was Lena, went to the cinema. Before leaving, her grandmother stopped her and told her not to take a ticket for the 12th row to 12th place under any circumstances. The girl did not respond. But when she came to the cinema, she asked for a ticket to the second row ... The next time she went to the cinema, her grandmother was not at home. And she forgot about her instructions. She was given a ticket to the 12th row for 12th place. The girl sat down in this place and, when the lights went out in the hall, she fell into some kind of black basement. There was a huge meat grinder in which people were ground. Bones fell out of the meat grinder. Meat and skin - and fell into three coffins. Next to the meat grinder, Lena saw her mother. Mom grabbed her and threw her into this meat grinder.

One woman often had guests. These were men. They had dinner all evening. And then they stayed. What happened next, no one knew.