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His story in the first person seemed so real ... as if he was immersed in the reality. Even too much. He seemed not invented it, and retell what happened to him really. I put the work aside, impressed. Work Kate was the last of my stack. I clearly remember reading her sweat on my temples, bryakane red pen in my hand, and a strange feeling of fear in my chest. I put it on top of Jake's story and thought, And what the hell do I do now? I still lie copies of their stories, and I often wonder: Why are they still with me? But they have something - they are so linked, and they have something rough and beautiful. I feel a strong desire to interesting works of students, so that I would be a shame to just let the flame go out of these stories. I present to you the stories of their students, and all subsequent events that took place right here - I love a good story. Jake's story My parents took my grandmother Rosie to a nursing home when she began "to lose touch with reality," as they said. It seemed cruel. But she looked pleased. Quite happy, I guess. I remember coming to her. She had an old wooden rocking chair, turned to the window. Outside, there was nothing but smooth field of green. Green eventually fades, and when it snowed, she stretched white carpet forward to many kilometers. I do not know what time of year Grandma Rosie loved most. It is not a lot of thought. Basically, she was listening to his radio, always one and the same station: 89.1. But 89.1. not transmit any signal. There were just noise. Grandmother listened to the noise all day, apparently, waiting for his life. Before she did not reach out. One day I went to her to convey a box of chocolates. Grandma Rosie rocked slowly in his chair, sitting in huge headphones, staring out the window and looking at the snow. I do not know if she understood that I was with her. I walked over to her and put the box on the small table, and then suddenly dropped her hand and grabbed me by the wrist. - Shhh, - she whispered. - Listen. Grandma Rosie leaned toward me, and I put her ear. I turned to him one earphone and listened. Nothing could be heard but the noise. I was about to say something, but she covered my mouth with his hand. - Listen attentively, - she said. I did so, but did not hear anything but noise. - They will come soon, - she said. - They're coming to pick me up. It scared me a bit, and I went home. I told my mom and dad about what happened, but they did not see anything strange. But I could not stop thinking about it. One night, when I could not sleep, I called on our radio Abby, my friend. She lived across the street and somehow knew what I know about the station 89.1. She told me that this is an old legend of the city, and if you want to learn more, you will need two things: a radio and a wardrobe with the door ajar. Turn away from the cabinet, the mood at the receiver station 89.1. and listen very carefully. At some point, through the noise you hear faint sounds of the organ, the distant cries and gnashing of metal chains on the gravel. Open the door - this invitation: close your eyes, and only if you do not open them - and the figure will get you in the closet. From this moment your fate is unknown. - How do you know all this? - I asked. - I heard about it, - she said. - Do not tell anybody. The fewer people who know - the better. I looked out the window and saw Abby in her bedroom. She put a finger to his lips. - This is our secret - was heard in radio. The next few days I was constantly thinking about the ritual and Grandma Rosie. Why would she play this game? Why she wanted to her fate was tightened into the unknown? Once again, I told my parents that worry about Grandma Rosie. They reacted dismissively to my words. - Since my grandfather died, she wanted to leave - my mother said. - She wants to be with him. I wanted to learn more, so I decided to try this game for yourself. One late night I opened the closet door. I sat on the bed with his back to it, set up the receiver to 89.1 and put on the headphones. I heard a noise, and closed his eyes. I already spent enough time trying to concentrate on interference. The longer I sat there, the more felt like my room shrinks. A feeling that the space is filled with something, like I was not alone. Then I heard the distant sounds of the organ and the cries that seemed too far, but sounded like approaching me. There was a grinding of metal, and then I heard a voice: "Open your eyes!" I jumped, startled bed. Abby laughed hysterically on the radio. I looked around her room. I was alone. I looked out the window and saw Abby, she smiled and giggled. She lifted the radio to his mouth. - God, how I scared you! - she said. - There's nobody there. You're such a coward. And then I saw the closet door. It was open. 89.1 Interference hissing flowed from my headphones. - I invented it all in jest, - radio chirped. But I was not sure if it was just a joke. Two weeks later, Grandma Rosie died in her sleep. Its time has come. And I've had enough of these legends and superstitions. Jake's story was the most interesting of the whole class. His writing style is, of course, had to adjust, but he had an idea: the mysterious legend, live the heroes with the feelings and open ending. I believe in the fact that he made it up, and thought so until then, until I read the work of Kate. Kate story Panic. Fear. No one would believe me. Never. I told him that I was joking. About all this. It helps me sleep at night. But I know what I saw. Young guy, ritual and death. Death itself. The Black Death from the tenacious grip, the essence of which surrounds its prey, zataskivaya companion in his secret lair and eternal. But I was joking. All the while joking. So, everything was in order. I needed to know. Know more. I went to her room. She looked recently abandoned, like cork, just pulling out of the shell. Headphones on the floor ... interference. Nothing but noise. The noise from the closet. Labored breathing. Scrape the nail on the door from the inside. I grabbed a pen something, something else. Something dark. I can not open. I do not open it. I refuse to let it. I slowly pyachus ago. A thin voice squeak. Help me. Interference echo surrendering the small room. Nothing but noise. I close the door on the way back. I never released it. I do not tell. I never tell. My story does not exist. It just is not here. Nothing, except for interference. And now I have two stories, it seems to resonate with each other: a traditional story of Jake in folklore style and personalized the story of Kate, focused on emotions, regrets and secrets. Perhaps I am too long revolved in urban legends, or perhaps become a victim of a large number of terrible essays and short stories, and which can not be counted, but I could not help feeling: This seems to be true. A few days after Halloween I held Kate after the lesson. I wanted to learn more, especially about whether she was the heroine in the story of Jack's Abby, and if she confessed that her grandmother was in her own story. I got a job Kate and asked her how she wrote it. What inspired it? She hesitated. - Perhaps this is the vanguard. I was just experimenting with ideas. Did you like it? I nodded. I told her that her story was interesting. And so I began to speak, but was unable to continue. Just a few words flew out of my mouth, which were immediately interrupted by laughter Kate. - Oh, my God, Mr. Patrick, it's just a joke! Kate explained to me how she and Jake have agreed to write the same story, but from different points of view, on the one hand - to practice writing, but to a greater extent - to play me. All this is - fiction. Just draw for Halloween. - We have caught you, Mr. Patrick - Kate laughed. I smiled awkwardly. It was not bad, and yes, they have caught me. I told her that I liked her story. - Come on and further develop your writing in the avant-garde style, and good for you to spend Halloween. But something was wrong. I drank a veteran English teacher initial course: I, a novice teacher in the new town, and he, the old teacher-weasel. I told him about my mission and history, who wrote Jake and Kate. He laughed, and thought for a moment. - It seems strange, - he said. - You said that Jake and Kate agreed to play someone? They were friends - do not pour water on my classes at the beginning of the school year, but they stopped talking in the spring. They do not even look at each other anymore. Probably they had a falling out. Now apparently reconciled. The next few weeks I have been closely watching Jake and Kate in their classrooms and in the hallway. They never spoke. They do not even look at each other. Once I asked Jake to stay after class and told him how much I like to watch his growth as a writer, especially - his story for Halloween. I smiled and said that his drawing of Kate was a success. Jake smiled awkwardly. - So you're caught, right? - he said. - It's Kate's idea. He argued that all of this - no more than fiction. There is no station 89.1 and no grandmother, who died in a nursing home. All characters and events are 100% fiction. I told him, "Good job," and asked to write on. Still, the situation seemed awkward. As if I missed part of the event. Is it possible that the two decided to play so I did not even talk to each other in the school? Or maybe they met and did not want anyone to know about it, so pretended indifferent to each other. He was 15 years old at the end. It seemed plausible. But I could not sleep because of it. Nothing else mattered to me. I conducted lessons in the afternoon, and disappeared in the evening stories. News, sports, and any event receded into the background. The real world is slipping away. I moved forward. Armed with a couple of possible names (thank you, school records), I called the nursing home nearby. I told them that I try to find an old friend of my mother, Rosie. Each ring was the same scenario: on duty looked through the files and found nothing. No one by the name I was looking for. I wool online and spent countless hours in the stacks of the local library. I did not find any stories or urban legends about the station 89.1. And every time I felt that it was time to tie it, I took out a copy of Kate story. She was the grandmother of Jake. It seemed as real - I knew that it - not fiction. Quite desperate, I spent a lot of time alone in his bedroom, listening to interference 89.1 with closed eyes and slightly open the cabinet door. I am fully focused on noise, listened attentively and struggled, expecting to hear a melody body, sharp and restless screams away and bryakane metal chains. Sometimes it seemed that almost happened, I just need to focus a little more. And I felt a presence in my bedroom, which was about to get out of my closet - dark mist waiting to drag me to her. I wanted it to happen, because I wish that this story was true. But nothing happened. One day at school, I saw Jake and Kate smiling and laughing in the locker Jake. I walked past them, and Kate winked at me. It was the bell. I finally broke down and stopped resisting the idea that I played. It was all over. I completed my investigation of 89.1. Once again, I began to drink with my colleague, a lot of drinking, this time in a drunken state, I told him everything I was doing. He found my investigation idiotic and dangerous in the extreme. - You too enjoy the history, - he said. - Something tells me that if you're trying to write my own. Just out of my head. I pulled up stories from his back pocket and forcefully slapped them on the bar, sullying their drops of beer. My colleague took Jake's story for the first time looked at him. His eyes swept over the page and stopped, frozen. - Wait, - he said. - You're not talking about Abby. I shrugged. Abby was Kate, I told him. It was part of the game. - I wonder ... - he said aloud to himself. - Hmm. And he expounded me. A year ago - about ten months before I moved to this town - ninth-grader named Abby missing. As if dissolved in air. Here it is - one in the room, and in a minute it's gone. Someone suspected that she fled, but no clues were not. No evidence, and crime. No suspects or suspicious figures in the family or neighbors. She just disappeared. I once read the story of Kate. My heart sank. All this time I thought she was in the house of his grandmother. But maybe I was wrong. Perhaps the noise and rattle of the cabinet were heard from Abby. Kate did not specify whom she visited, or where she was. I read again the avant-garde story, paying attention to every word, to be completely sure. And in that moment, everything changed. I spoke with the school administration, they got in touch with the authorities and the police conducted interviews with Jake and Kate. But this does not lead to anything. It did not matter that Abbie lived across the street from Jake. It did not matter that we were all on paper. It's just stories - the children said. Just stories. Artifice. In any case, Jake was not her grandmother in a nursing home. I'm sorry if they are scared of anyone. These were stories for Halloween, after all. And quite ambiguous stories, too. Jake tearfully apologized for what he called a fictional character in honor of the missing girl - it's not even crossed his mind. And now I was a monster because of what drew the two innocent children in the mess. The staff hunted me and the city crushed me. With me it was finished. I stopped teaching soon after. I got out of school, carrying a small box with things, and Kate grinned, looking at me through the window of the first floor, with a knowing look. I have not seen her since. I took with him not so many things, but picked up the stories. From time to time I pull them up and re-live the past. And sometimes, late at night inside me kindled a fire and a burning desire to go back to a small town in Wisconsin. Maybe Rosie's grandmother was a great-aunt, that the family all called Jake's grandmother, or perhaps it was an old friend of the family. Maybe I missed something in the story of the missing girl, about 89.1, about Kate's intentions. Perhaps I should try to perform the ritual several times, just to see what would happen. Or maybe all that - nonsense. It was 10 years ago. And I probably - the only one who sees in these stories a grain of truth. And I just spend my time. But he still does not let me sleep at night - a small chance that all of this - the truth. And often the idea that I ponder often than what really happened to Abby and her grandmother in the story: if all this - the truth, then why do children have written about it? I have no clear answer. And never will be. Perhaps they, like me, just like a good story. Original Translation mine. 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On Thursday before Halloween, I returned to the room in the evening to take a shower earlier than usual. I met Lydia day, and she told me that she is enough things Mike, which will last until the release, so I knew I would be there alone. I took a total safety shower wing and then returned to the room to change clothes. I was supposed to meet with Ian half an hour to go to the party together, so I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Because silence pisses me off balance, I dropped my iPod on the dock and included AC / DC. I got dressed and stood in front of the mirror to dry hair. I tilted her head and dried the hair from the bottom-up, to give them at least a little volume. When I looked up and turned off the dryer, I immediately noticed how quiet it was in the room. But this is not all that I could notice. I was no longer in his room. Behind me were reflected dusty bed frames and wide-open window of the room 733. I turned around in a panic, trying to make sure I was really standing in my room. Turning back to the mirror, I saw that room 733 is still reflected there. Easy movement behind me was enough for me to run. I grabbed my bag and phone and tore out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Going down in the elevator, I called Alice. "I can not do so" - I said, as she picked up the phone. "I can not go back in that room. I will never go back. " "What happened?" I told her. "God. What will you do? "- She asked. "I need to talk with someone who know what the hell was going on. Tom Moen - is the only person we know and who were there in 1961? " "The only person I know. Could be we try to catch it on the way to work tomorrow morning? We just hold it in a corner and refuse to move until it is something we can not tell. He comes at 6:30, judging by the schedule that I have. Do you want to meet me near the Starbucks in the Atrium? " "Yes, damn it. My first lesson at 7:30, but I walked it. " "Good. See you then. " Usually I do not really like parties, but I'm glad I agreed to go on one of them this evening. Once we got there, I asked Ian to bring me something to drink. Since I do not drink so often, he was very surprised. I briefly described to him all that happened to me in the hope that he will not consider me crazy. Ian brought me a scotch and Coke. It was the first cocktail of the evening for many. Around midnight I went out for a smoke and checked his phone. I have received a voice message from Lydia, which she sent in 23:04. "Hey, Becca, listen, I just, uh, I just very much a fight with Mike. He, uh, I think that his friends from the fraternity decided that this year's Halloween all newcomers must spend the night in the room of suicide. In our room. I just, I can not put up with it. He knows what happened to us, but still agreed to do it. Now he is trying to convince me that the Sigma Chi is behind what is going on in the room 733, because they were trying to create a mess on Halloween. I can not…" I was interrupted by a message and dropped the phone in the bag. It is not surprising that Lydia was angry. This is not good. Not good at all. I found Ian and asked him to take me home. Suddenly I felt very tense, very tired and very drunk. When the alarm went off at 6 am, I should have a lot of effort to climb out of bed. I wore the same clothes, which had been that night and dragged across the campus in the Atrium. Alice was already there with a cup of black coffee in his hand. "I thought you might need it," - she laughed. "How did you know?" "Your messages". "I wrote to you last night?" "Yeah, about an hour the night. You spoke about the Sigma Chi. " "Oh, God, yes." I pulled the sunglasses closer to the nose and a hood over his eyes. "These guys - idiots. Remember I told you that it is - a tricky? Well, what if you had a scare in order to make room 733 caller interest, you know that other people want to enter into it. In this room, nobody came over the years, you can imagine how hungry this stuff inside? " "Do you think they are really in danger?" - I asked, sitting on the steps of the administration building. "Yeah. In fact, the only thing that comes into their hands - is that all suicide victims were alone at the time of death. " "Well, it will not be as strong, if the inside is a few people?" "In theory. We have learned a lot more, if you knew what it was. And we can not know what it is, not knowing how it came there. So we need Moen. " "What time did he have to come here?" "In fact, twenty minutes ago", - he said Alice frowned. It took another half an hour before we finally accept that Mr. Moen again slipped past us, as usual. We went into administration, hoping to once again ask for a meeting with him. The woman at the front has awarded us with cold eyes. "Tom did not come today. Or any other day. He resigned yesterday. It looks like you will not be able to annoy him. " "We did not molest him," - I said. "We just desperately needed to talk to him." "We still need" - Alice added. "In any case, you do not get his personal information from me", - she said, and went out of tune. "So what we fucking do now?" - I asked Alice. "Without Tom Moena us nothing else left to do." "Alice, hell, I can not go into that room." "Well, then I think, well, that have signed the order about your relocation." "It's true?" "Yeah. I received this news when checking work e-mail this morning. You are moving into the housing Morton and Lydia - in Tinsley ". "Oh, thank God." "I thought you'd be glad to hear it. I am also convinced the chief no one to settle in 734. " "Glory to Satan." "The only thing - you can not move until Monday." "I can hold this weekend, given that the end of all this is already on the horizon. I need to tell Lydia. " I opened my phone to dial Lydia, but noticed a red figure "1" on the voicemail icon. I pressed the play. It was a continuation of the message, which I received last night. "... Even better look at his face shitting stupid, so I'm going home today. Do not worry about me, everything will be fine. I'm drunk enough to fall asleep, despite the garbage that is going on behind our wall. I was so angry. It would be better, I got in touch with a jerk-Beth, what with Michael-my-parents-should-be-relatives-I-just-a-fucking-backward-Benson. Let's meet tomorrow. Love you!" The message ended. "Damn it". Alice looked at me questioningly. "Lydia spent the night in our room." Alice shivered. "She's okay, right?" "Yes, until it comes to a 733". "She will not do it." I thought of constantly-open the large windows at the corner of the room. If not anything else, because the mere thought of them will keep Lydia away from the bloody room. "Good. Well, since we no longer anything left to do, you do not want to see the book on the theology of the library? In fact it is the only place which is now open. " "Of course" - I shrugged. The next lesson was only 10. Little old lady who was sitting at the library counter, already, probably years 1000 Eyes Ms. Stepli were small and moist, her skin looked as if it was melting in the skull. But she was gracious and quite competent, sending us in the right direction to books on demonology, and even awarded us a curious look. There were not very many. We read everything we could, but the information is either not relevant to our situation, or was not in English. We went back to her desk after half an hour. "Mmm, and you have something on the occult?" "Occultism? And ... "- her voice trailed off. "Yes there is. Over there on the left of the reference section. " "Thank you. Sorry, I have a othodnyak, I can hardly use the Dewey decimal system, "- I said. "I do not think she likes us," - whispered Alice as soon as we moved away from it. "We, or topic that we are interested in?" "Probably both, and then." An hour later we are back to the bar again stuck in our quest. It was evident that we are beginning to annoy her, as her eyes narrowed in suspicion, when we come to it. "Oh, sorry, you did not tell me where we can find anything on the Ouija, or ...?" "Listen, girl." Ms. Stepli risen because of the stand and looked at us over his glasses. "I very much hope that this is to study". "That's right" - I said. "No, not to study", - at the same time with me Alice snapped. "This is a personal investigation." "Investigations? What has the investigation? " "Look, we're not going to engage in seances or anything ..." - I said. "Well," - Mrs. Stepli smoothed the creases in his trousers and sat back down. "Because I will not let this happen again here." "Repeat?" - Alice caught. The old woman suddenly began to look uncomfortable and began to fuss, grabbing the stack of books on his desk. "We may have something to eat at a seance ..." "Ms. Stepli, we are trying to find out what happened to the body of Reilly in 1961," - interrupted Alice. "And what happened here after." "Well, it's not a secret, you know. A student committed suicide in that room. Awful, but not a mystery to the university campus. " "Five students" - I corrected her. "But you know that, do not you?" - Alice suddenly spoke very quickly. "Because it looks like you are quite aware of this issue. Please tell us how it started so we can get this over with. " "Do away with it?" - The voice of Mrs. Stepli became quieter, but more focused. "Do not be so arrogant, young lady. You can not get it over with. People have always died in this room, and they always will be. There is no end, so you'd better stay away from that. " "But maybe, if we know how it all began ..." "It started just as you think. But everyone who encountered this, either very old or very dead. Just stay away from this room. Concentrate on your studies. " I leaned over her desk. "Yes, with pleasure, but me and my girlfriend lived in the next room. Maybe you can forget about all these suicides, but we can not. It is, damn, we do not allow. " "Young lady, I will never forget," - the voice of Mrs. Stepli became even quieter. "My friend Ellen was the first person killed in this room. She was my best friend, and does not pass and the night, so I had no idea how she vytiskivaetsya of this tiny window, it becomes the cold bare feet ledge and jumps down from the 7th floor of the building. " Alice sighed. "I'm sorry. I did not know". "Yes, but it's an old wound, my dear. Now, girls, I advise you to ask for relocation immediately. No one should have to live on the seventh floor of the building. And that's all I can tell you about it. " Alice sighed, but nodded obediently. We do not know anything here. But at least it's a breakthrough - we have at least some information. Alice began to leave, and I was going to go for it, but my legs would not move. Something bothered me - a small but sharp word rested in the history of Ms. Stepli word that suddenly became very important. "Uh, Ms. Stepli" - I called out tired old woman at the table, - "Why are you talking about the window 733, as a little? I saw those windows, and they were huge, about 1.5 meters tall. " "My dear, you're talking about a room on the corner, but it's just a closet. Room 733 - it is adjacent to her room ". "No, no," - I stammered, - "it is a room 734." "Yeah, well, right now , yes. When they built additional bedrooms on the south side, they changed all the room numbers. " Oh, my God. I suddenly felt hot and sick. "This is a tricky monster" - Alice whispered, standing next to me, her skin pale. "Lydia." We rushed through the campus at a breakneck pace, which witnessed only a few students began with sleepy faces on the way to their morning classes. When, finally, became be seen Reilly, I paused on the sidewalk, and suddenly my blood ran cold. From our vantage point it was clearly seen that in the corner of the room windows were closed - the first and only time I saw them in this state. And our room window was open. We ran into the hallway, breaking through several newcomers uggah, sipping a latte, which only came out of the elevator. I hit the 7 and watched as the door closed slowly than ever. I leaned back against the wall, trying to calm his breathing. "Alice, like, damn, did it happen?" "I dont know. I, damn, just do not know. " "She stayed there all night, Alice. In our room. One. " Alice shook her head, but said nothing. When the doors finally opened on the 7th floor, we saw a silent, empty corridor. I ran to our room with Alice behind me. Rounding the corner, I tried to open the door, hoping that it is not closed. And she was not. Lydia looked at me. And for a second cruel glimmer of hope reflected in her tear-stained face. But it was too late. A moment later she leaned forward easily, and she was gone. She cried all the time that fell down. Alice ran to the ledge, where Lydia was only while I was standing still. She leaned out the window and looked down, when there was another scream from the lower floors. Alice covered her mouth with his hand and walked away from the window, terror tears streaming down her face white as chalk. The shouts outside became louder as more people saw what was left of my best friends on the cold pavement. I leaned against the closet and slipped to the floor. Death from falling. Lydia did not want to die like that. I idly picked up one of the drawings that were scattered all over the floor. The figure was the mother of Lydia. She was dead. I picked up the second picture. It was the nurse Lydia. She was dead too. On the floor were dozens of pictures like these - Lydia drew all night. As for the things that were shown to them, I do not know. Lydia was a talented artist, and I have enough to see a couple of them that I felt sick. Alice stood in the doorway, shouting something into the corridor. I do not know what she was saying, because all I could hear in the room - it is a high visas. Suddenly, from the slot cabinet he slipped a piece of paper and came to me. I picked it up and examined. This figure was also made Lydia, but he was not like the others. It was drawn with exactly the place where I was sitting. The figure of the cabinet door was slightly ajar, and that something was looking out of the darkness. I put the picture and looked at the closet. The door was ajar just like in the picture. I narrowed my eyes in an attempt to see what was inside. When I began to distinguish the features of the long face, looking at me, Alice lifted me to my feet. "We need to get out of here" - I think she said. I never went back to the room. My parents moved my things, and I spent the rest of the semester in an apartment off campus. I transferred to college in another state for my spring semester and graduated there. Every night I dream of Lydia, which comes out of a tiny window, climbs through the cold eaves, rises and realizes that between her body and the terrifying abyss before her nothing. I can see how it looks down over 7 floors in the black asphalt and understand, although not accept, their terrible fate. I see dumb fear in her familiar features. I hear her pounding heart that is desperately trying to tap out every beat of life, that she had to live, and he knows that he has to have it for a few seconds. I can see how she looks at me. And I see how it falls. It has been 9 years since that night. And every autumn for 9 years, I'm calling the resident service department to find out which rooms are open to new students. Housing Reilly is always open. The seventh floor is closed. This year, my life and work started, and I called much later than usual. I immediately hung up waiting. "Resident service department," - said a male voice at last. "You asked whether there are vacant rooms in Raleigh?" "Yes that's right". "We are completely clogged, but Reilly has a waiting list. Although it looks like you got a call in good time. I will not promise you, but perhaps we will have to settle. We just got confirmation this morning. " "Proof of what?" - I said slowly. "We are opening the seventh floor." Original Translation mine. The end. See full turn 85 Why I will never match while hunting, when someone calls me by name 25 Comments dabudi 221 days ago kripota text translation reddit nosleep history All these stories about the wildlife made me remember that my cousin told. Hunting - it's a huge part of the Hawaiian culture, and children are often taught to hunt at an early age. With my cousin, who is now about thirty, and who is hunting for a good 20 years of his life, there were a few odd cases, while hunting, but one of them always stayed with me as the strangest. Have you ever heard of calling a spirit? I am sure that this legend exist not only in Hawaii, but the bottom line is that if you're somewhere in the woods, or just somewhere one, if you hear someone calling you by name, you should not answer. If you answer happens to be bad. I will write the story from the words of my cousin: "I was eight years old when it happened, so I just started to hunt. I, my cousins ​​and my uncle went hunting one night in Vailua. When we finished, we were a mile from our truck. It was about 9 pm, and it was already dark. My uncle said, "I will go to the truck, and you, the kids, wait here." But my cousins ​​wanted to go with him. I said, "I'll wait here. Pick me, I will not go on foot. " I was too much in one day. My uncle said something like: "Just want to stay and wait for one?". I said, "Like hell! But I can no longer walk, I will wait. " He said he would be back in half an hour by truck. Some time later, they left, I heard something moving in the bushes. Then I heard the voice of my uncle. "Hey, Kai! Let's go to". I said, "Like hell I'll walk!" Then my uncle whistled. You know, when you're playing outside with other children, and your dad whistles that you came home, and when you hear the whistle, you know, you'd better hurry up? That was such a whiz. So I got up and went. My uncle was in front of me. I could not see him in the bushes, but I could hear him say something like: "If you will not listen, then you will get into trouble." Then he said: "Come to us right here." He wanted to get through the bushes, getting off the trail. I realized that there was something wrong, and said: "But I thought we were going back to the truck?". And exactly at that moment I saw the headlights of the place where we started to walk. And then I heard the rattle stereo of my uncle, he was always listening to the same song when hunting. I ran. As soon as I turned around, something grabs my backpack. I lower my arms back and let it, whatever it was, to pick it up. I reaches the car, and my uncle asked me: "Where are your things?". I show the place where fled, and say: "I followed you." My uncle pale and shouted: "Get in the car!" I'm crying, I'm scared. I know that nalazhal. I know that it is impossible to respond when someone calls you, but it also sounded like my uncle. He immediately took me to his brother, and he blessed me. Up to the present day, when I hunt, I never respond if someone calls me by my name. " Original Translation mine. turn 200 Something strange is going on with my wife. Part 3. Her green eyes ... 22 Comments dabudi 235 days ago kripota text translation reddit nosleep history dlinnopost If you have not read Part 1 and Part 2 , please read them before continuing. For those of you who have been waiting for the continuation of the history, I apologize. The last couple of days have been, to put it mildly crazy. Read on and you'll understand what I mean. When my wife woke up, we had a long discussion, what we should do next. As we talked, I casually glanced at her wrist and saw that the burn was still in place. She noticed my look, and it is usually sparkling green eyes began to dim. "It's me ... I'm sorry I can not tell you that you are not afraid of me ... but I myself no longer believe ...". Tears began to roll down her face, I hugged her and tried to comfort her, saying nothing in response. She was right, I began to doubt the man, whom I trusted and who protected me in all situations. While I am comforted by the fact that she was still the one who saved me twice from this terrible substance. In addition to doubting ourselves, we came to several conclusions, which were logical in light of recent events. Firstly, it seems that the entity can not appear in the presence of my wife that confirmed when she lost consciousness, and I could see it. Secondly, the entity may have developed since she learned to speak and to leave the house, or there are several entities, as some of you and may suggest. Thirdly, the technique could theoretically be a weak point for this thing as a phone call saved me twice already. Finally, something very strange is going on with this house, and the essence is not exactly want to let us inside. House - a place that needs to be checked once again. But it is too dangerous to just go back without any additional knowledge. So we decided to talk to the only person from the life of Natalie, who has experienced on a "coincidence" it and this entity, with its school friend Chris. After a few phone calls, we learned that Chris lives nearby, he became a lecturer in the support group for the visually impaired. It turned out that he really gave a speech at 11 am, and we still had enough time to meet with him. We got to the living room of a small community, just as they were closing the doors. The prevailing speech Chris were life-affirming and full of emotions statements, he told everything he has achieved in his life. He ended his speech with the words: "The day I lost sight, was a day when I really stopped to live in fear!". We stayed close to him, and when the room was empty, we were approached by Chris, stood next to his wife, whom he introduced earlier in his speech. I do not know where to even begin, how to ask about his loss of sight, but before I could utter anything, he pointed to me: "Oh, coincidence did happen? She said that you would come ... ". Then he began to tell that immediately after the incident became the great-grandmother of Natalie communicate very closely with Chris. She felt very guilty about what happened, and strongly wanted to know everything that was possible to know. She also insisted that the match - it is only a matter of time before it happens again with Natalie, and look for ways how it can be stopped. When we spoke to Chris about the state of the house and of the characters that we have seen, his face became very serious. "Then she tried to do it, she was trying to tie that held the" sisters "in her home. I'm afraid that she might not survive this ... "- he said quietly. At this point, I am very confused. "Did you just say" sister "?" - I asked. Then Chris said that we need to go to his house, because still had much to discuss. While his wife Chris prepared dinner for us, he told us about the day when he lost his sight. "I never told anyone about it, but your great-grandmother, but on the day when I lost my sight, before it happened, I'm pretty sure I saw a second nature for the first, which I watched in disbelief. And when I began to lose consciousness, I heard a whisper: "Food." He went on to explain that the grandmother called Natalie essence "sisters" since it was convinced that there are more than one. It is also believed that they feed on our fears, and not just the fear, and the more we fear, the more we attract these entities. It was logical, taking into account that I was afraid of my life, and now I am at the peak of his fear with as long as the one I had seen his lawyer, was the subject of my fear. After many years of studying ancient legends, demonology, mythology and family history, great-grandmother Natalie found a way to catch the "sisters". Perhaps that is why the house was a lot of strange characters, so the sisters do not want to let us into the house, she must have found a way to tie them there. However, the sisters still come and even went with me in the car, and this means that they are still able to move freely, but they certainly have a vulnerability in that house. All this has been great progress, but we still do not know how to settle accounts with these "sisters", which was a big problem. "Dinner's ready!" - We called his wife Chris, we went to the kitchen and great lunch just when we needed it so. Chris wanted to put an end to this, just as we do, so he insisted that we had spent the night at his house for our own safety. Given that I did not sleep for a long time, I gladly accepted the offer. We stayed in the living room, his wife Chris and I were on duty in shifts, to ensure that everything is in order. Again I woke up at 3 am with unbearable thirst. I laughed to myself that maybe I have special physical predisposition to wake up because I want to drink the night. I looked at his wife, Chris, because it was her turn to be on duty. Satisfied that she was awake and staring at me with a gentle smile, I whispered: "Water", she pointed to the kitchen. I went to get a little worried that I could see the essence again. Fortunately, the kitchen was empty, and I went to the fridge to take water. Hell, in the refrigerator is not cold water. I thought that a bottle of water can be in the kitchen cupboard. When I opened it, I saw how big and dark. I turned on the light and saw something very unexpected and disastrous. In a corner lay his wife Chris, connected, and probably unconscious. And then it hit me! "Lunch is ready!" - That was the only word that his wife Chris said that day. I was so captured by an attempt to understand what haunts us, that just did not notice it. I ran back into the living room and saw that my wife was gone, and Chris is fast asleep. What happened after - just incredible. I woke up Chris and immediately called the police. I knew they were probably dragged her into the house. I did not have time to tell them that my wife was gone, and I rushed to the door and went to the house. Yes, I know it is very silly, but we do stupid things when our loved ones are in danger. It's human nature. As I drove, I asked myself how I could not guess? Why nature is developing so fast? It takes other forms? This is because I was not supposed to survive after the match? Not to mention the fact that it happened twice? It preys on me? But then why did it take my wife? I - whoever they needed. Finally I got to the house. It was 6 am. Before I got out of the car, my phone rang. It was Natalie. "HELLO! Honey, are you okay ??? WHERE ARE YOU ??? "- she cried out of the tube. "I ... I'm so confused ... I thought that we slept Chris? I'm at home. I'm home ... please just come home! ". Now I'm confused already. It's just my wife on the other wire? "Honey, your wrist ..." - before I could finish, she replied: "Yes, I have burn marks on the wrist." And I decided to come back. As soon as I started to roll out the car, I saw it. It stood in the window of the old house, sipping a glass of water. It smiles at me, eyes shining even brighter green than usual. I left beaten track, understanding nothing of what was happening. On the way back, I wondered if it knew that I would return to the house to look for his wife. It wanted to see me. But why? When I arrived home, Natalie ran and hugged me. Feeling heartless, I immediately grabbed her wrist to see it burn. She looked at me with disappointment: "This is me ...." Finally, I looked into her eyes, my heart sank. Her eyes ... they were black. The iris of her eyes was no longer a beautiful green color, so that calmed me. They were a deep black color. Natalie a very long time crying after she saw herself in the mirror, and I'm still trying to understand what happened to me. It's been a whole day since her eyes had changed color, and we do not feel the presence of nature. Life seems normal, no longer ideal, but normal. Natalie still - it is, but now looks much more gloomy man. I spoke to Chris on the phone and he said that he and his wife all right, and they did not see the spirit since. Now, I write this news, and not sure if I should go back to the house and to continue the investigation. I can not help thinking that it would like to, I saw those eyes on the same day at home. It wanted me to know that it has taken away from me. I do not even know whether the return of beautiful green eyes Natalie to her, if I destroy "sisters". Given all this, I have been closely watching her. Original Translation mine. See full turn 193 Something strange is going on with my wife ... Part 2. What is really "it"? 14 Comments dabudi 236 days ago text translation kripota reddit nosleep history dlinnopost If you have not read the first part of my story, you should read Part 1 . For those who already know what's going on, let me continue. When my wife (Natalie) finally returned home, she burst into tears and could not calm down for a long time. She kept saying, "You ... you do not deserve this ... we do not deserve this ... we did not have to coincide with you ... I love you, you are important to me ... your family ... this should not have happened." At this point I was totally confused. I comforted her, hugging until she stopped crying. Then, when she finally calmed down, I asked: "My love, but I do not understand ... Who is" she "... You talk about this entity?". She replied that she did not have a name for the "this", and that she had never really seen her. Only other people close to her, could sometimes see her. But they are always described her as someone who looked exactly like her, with the same radiant smile and with the same beautiful green eyes. "But when you cried on the phone, you know what I see it, because it is so? ... How do you know?". She looked at me and started to cry again. "I hid it from you, because I did not want to scare you ..." - she said. "All right, just tell me ..." - I said, pulling her to him. Then she told me the case of the last person who saw a "coincidence" that is found Natalie and this being at the same time. When she was in high school, her family, namely her parents and two brothers used to see "it" (I began to call her "it" because it could not find a better word) in their home. It is always described as the smiling girl who usually just drank water. This phenomenon seemed to happen only in the house, it had never happened in the school or on the street. Her parents, being aware of the situation, was never allowed to bring guests home out of fear that they will be shocked by what can be seen. But one day, thanks to her perseverance, and the assertion that just seeing it will never bring harm to anyone, the parents were allowed to bring her boyfriend home. Natalie and her boyfriend Chris doing homework when she decided to go down to the kitchen and bring something to eat. When she came back, he heard Chris say, "Very funny ... but your smile is really scares me ...". Natalie stopped dead, but it was too late, the door to her room was open, and she was in the line of sight of Chris standing in the hallway. He turned to her, his face was white as chalk when Natalie heard the broken glass. She was in a state of shock, Chris looked at them both. He stood wide-eyed in the corner of the room, Natalie heard: "What the ...". Natalie ran to his room, but the door suddenly closed. She began to knock on it. "CRIS, or look at it, JUST DO NOT LOOK!" - She shouted through the door. But there was no reply, only silence. The door opened after five minutes, and she saw that he was lying unconscious. After he was taken to the hospital, they found out that Chris was blinded. The doctors could not explain it. And when they asked Chris to describe the last thing he saw, he barely choked out: "This ... this ... this ... grin ... black eye-blackest eyes ... and her head, oh, her head tilted to 90 degrees. I never would have thought that this beautiful face can be so distorted .... " She believes that the only reason that I can still see that the coincidence happened on the phone, that is, I could not feel the full force, whatever that meant. I was surprised that such a "coincidence" as it had never happened throughout her life. And when Natalie told me that "they" were told that she was not hurt and will not actively try to "match" with Natalie. Then I asked about who the "they" who is constantly mentioned. "Well, when I was a child, my great-great-grandfather knew something about it. They kept it a secret, but apparently this has happened in our family before. " Then it became apparent that we needed to see her great-grandmother, which remained the only person who can answer our questions. Natalie called Sway mom, she said that they did not support touch with her the last couple of years. Since her husband died, she fell into apathy and asked not to call her and broke all ties. She lived in the country alone, detached from the rest of the world. The road it takes about three hours away, so we decided to try to get some rest before a long trip. We barely slept a couple of hours. My wife woke me up this morning, saying, "Breakfast is ready," and went down. I noticed that we both missed our alarm clocks, so already 11 am. The first thing I did when I woke up - it was convinced that I do not see the essence. When I finally went down, I almost fell over when I saw my wife drinking from a glass of orange juice while standing in front of the entrance to the kitchen. "Lord, do not do it !!!" - I scolded her. She rushed up to me, muttered: "Sorry ...". I walked over and hugged her, "It's okay, we're both on the limit, but we get through this together." After breakfast, to which none of us had any appetite, we set out to find answers to our questions. As we drove, my wife held my hand, and I once again felt safe. That was a strange sense of security, because even after these crazy events, the street was clear and sunny, and I was driving calmly, sitting next to his wife. She smiled at me, I smiled at her, looking at her beautiful green eyes, mentally trying to throw a skewed image of the "essence" of his head. We were silent the whole trip so far, until they reached the house. He was in the depths of a small run, on a narrow dirt road. At the entrance to the old van was parked, but it does not seem that they someone used a few weeks. The house also looked deserted. My wife gave me her hand and I took it. "Let's hope for the best and see what we find ..." - I said. But before I opened the door of the car, my cell phone rang. At the same moment, as the first sound of the phone broke the silence, my wife squeezed my hand harder. She was at the limit, I understood. I looked at her, she smiled slightly. I pulled out the phone, looked at the caller's name, and read: "Natalie". My hand squeezed harder and harder. Suddenly I had a feeling that it was not my wife. Call it just intuition. I picked up the phone, when he realized that the person I see my peripheral vision, changes his facial expression. Breathing has also become more difficult, and then I heard her neck starts to bend. With a little courage, that I have left, I turned away, not even daring to look at her distorted face. "It was not me !!!" - Natalie screamed from the phone. At that moment, when her voice reached me, I felt the sound of breaking glass and burning pain in my hand, which lasted for a split second. I shied away from the pain, replying: "I know ... I think it's gone." I turned to look and make sure that it was not there anymore. I gasped, "Do not hang up ... ed here, we need to explore this place together." While she was riding me, she explained that when she woke up, seems to have been under the bed as if someone had knocked her and shoved under it. When she woke up and realized that I was not there, she realized that something had happened and immediately called. At this point, I was scared, very scared. So many questions came into my head. It says ?? It behaved just like my wife? How does it hold my hand? How is it out of the house? And most importantly, how can I distinguish this entity from my wife? And that's when I remembered the searing pain and looked at his hand. It clearly was burned "lucky." While I was waiting for my wife, I began to think, the essence said, "Breakfast is ready," and "I'm sorry." And why is it that it drank orange juice? It develops? It learns to fool me? I was a long time in thought, trying to understand what it all means, until my wife finally came to 5 hours. It was getting dark, and I wanted to find some hotel and come back tomorrow. But my wife insisted that we at least need to know whether someone lives in this abandoned house. Before she got out of the car, she took a cigarette lighter out of his car and prizhgla them your hand. I was very upset that she did it, but, as she said, maybe it will help to distinguish between them? At that moment, any idea is logical to explain this fear sounded fine. We came to the door and knock, as the doorbell, apparently, was broken. "Did you hear that?" - The wife looked at me with fright. "Heard what?" - I was surprised. "Scream, it sounded as if someone is very sick ...". My instincts told me that we should get out of there, and sorry I did not listen to them. But before I could do anything, my wife had already opened the door, leading me inside. I held her hand, one foot holding the door. I was too familiar with the classic situation where the door abruptly slams behind you in a terrible house. Then I entered. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that the house was completely trashed, the walls were scratched unfamiliar characters, and broken furniture could see the shadow of something red. And then my wife began to feel ill and began to fall. "I ... dizzy ..." - she mumbled. I immediately picked her as soon as she lost consciousness. Then, to my horror, I looked back and saw her in the hallway. I could barely discern in the dark silhouette of her, but her finger pointed at me, and his head was tilted at an unnatural angle. I do not even have to be there to see it the other terrible features, I immediately turned to his wife in his arms. The door slammed shut behind us rarely! But, fortunately, my foot stood in the doorway. I groaned from the pain of the blow, threw himself into the barely open door and flew out into the street with his wife. I looked around, hoping that she was gone, but she still walked toward us slowly defiantly. The following were vague seconds because I ran adrenaline. I somehow managed to push his wife into the car and climb into it himself. When I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw her, her mouth was wide open, and she screamed. When I hit the gas pedal, I heard, as if all the windows of the house were broken overnight. About half an hour, I went to a small hotel to stay for one night. Now my wife is asleep, and I did not batted an eye. I try not to take from her sight. What does this message on my arm? It plays with me, saying that I was - lucky, just in time wife called and saved me? Should I enter this house again with someone else? I wrote this extension is for you, very soon she will wake up, and we'll decide what to do next. I will be glad to hear any suggestions. Original Translation mine. See full turn 206 Something strange is going on with my wife ... 29 Comments dabudi 238 days ago text translation kripota reddit nosleep history dlinnopost This is my first post in Nosleep section, but I think you need to hear my story. If you want to immediately go to the heart, you can start reading the fourth paragraph. I was always afraid of monsters in childhood. Even in college, when it is considered that the time has come when you can call an adult, my biggest fear were monsters under my bed, in a closet or behind a window. I always told myself how stupid I was an adult and still afraid of something that does not even exist. It was not until as long as ... I met my wife. But before I tell you what happened, let me elaborate on how I met her, and it is important for me. I first met Natalie in college. I was a nerd, but she still saw something in me that other girls have not noticed. She was a very kind man who always just good intentions. The more time I spent with her, the more I noticed how much in common between us. For me it was the most beautiful girl in the world. I could look in her green eyes until the day that I chose, when he proposed to her, and we finally got married. Returning now to our family life - I'm working, and she is learning to master a remote. Life is beautiful, in fact, even perfect, too perfect. Once we were married, I told her all my deepest secrets, feelings, and most importantly - my deepest fears. I remember when I first told her about my silly fear of monsters, she initially did not take him seriously. But after a while, she began to notice that I shudder when I lie in bed and I can not sleep because of this fear. Being very careful, she took my hand and said that all would be well. My wife became my protector, she was the one who held my fears at bay. Her face was a face of an angel for me, a person who will protect me from the terrible things which would not only prepared for emergency life for me. I used to believe this beautiful green eyes, and every time I saw her, I knew I was safe. Well, now to business ... strange things started to happen recently. The first case that I remember and that can be attributed to the country took place at 3 am. I woke up from a terrible thirst, and knowing what I am fearful man, took a flashlight to fetch water. As soon as I turned on the lights, I noticed that my wife is not in bed. I turned on the bathroom door, there was a light, I could hear the water flowing from the tap, so I thought that she was there. Half asleep, I went to the kitchen, and I almost had a heart attack when I saw my wife - she was standing in the corner and drank water. Although, when I saw her, I felt safe. She smiled at me, sipping a glass of water. I was so tired, mumbled something about how hot until filled his glass. She continued to smile until I finished and went upstairs. When I went upstairs, I called out to her that she, too, would be worth going to bed, as it was already very late. When I returned to the bedroom, where she lay and slept soundly. At this very moment I'm fully awake. I could have sworn that she was downstairs and drank water. I was afraid to go down again, woke her up and told him what had happened. Half-asleep, half-upset, she reassured me and told me to go back to bed. The next morning, she joked about how I was afraid of the dark, I see it everywhere, as a defender. "Besides, I was in the bathroom when you thought that I got out of bed," - she said with a warm smile, how could I not believe her? A week later, there was another strange case. Now the light of day, on a Saturday morning, when Natalie woke me up at 11 o'clock, and said she was going shopping. About half past eleven, I finally got out of bed and got dressed for a late lunch with my beautiful wife. I went into the kitchen and saw her, she drank a glass of water. I smiled and said: "So come back soon, my love?". She did not answer, just smiled, sipping from a glass. Before I came to her, the doorbell rang, and I immediately went to the door to see who came. I opened the door. Yes, it was my wife, she came back from the store with their purchases. "Oh, you do not help me with this?" - She jokingly chastised me, I am put grocery bags at the door. When she saw that my face was pale, she realized that something was wrong. She sat me down and poured me a glass of water, and I told her what had happened. This time it happened in broad daylight, and I was definitely sure that I saw. For all that, how much I loved her beautiful green eyes, for the first time in my life I saw their fear of the unfamiliar. My wife was very strong, never afraid of anything. She said that there is something that she should have told me many years ago. She said that this happened to her often when she was a child. When her parents, brothers and sisters have seen it in places where it was not. They have never been able to explain these cases, but since they did not bring any harm, they are used to live with it, not even thinking about these strange meetings. It took me several months to realize what she told me, but I also accepted it. As I said, my fear has always been monsters, not my beautiful wife. It happened a few similar incidents, for example, I saw her sitting on the bed, and then met her at the bottom of the stove in the kitchen. Every time I've seen this "essence", which is perceived as his wife, she just smiled and said nothing. Surprisingly, I was reassured that I saw my wife constantly, always smiling, always happy and always perfect. It is important to note that, however, in all these cases has never occurred matches it with the "essence." That is, I've never seen her in two places at once. I think, no sane person would ever think to turn to his wife, as he thinks that they see the "essence". But like I said, I calmed her green eyes, her smiling face, so sincerely that I did not care. But today things have changed. My wife said that she was going to visit my grandparents, who lived an hour's drive from our house. She called me to, but because it was a Sunday, I do not want to do anything, I let her alone. And it finally happened. Coincidence. I was in the living room and watched TV, when he got up to take a Coke. There she was, my wife, who drank a glass of water and simply smiled. I'm used to it, knowing that it was not her, and - the essence, I smiled and said: "How nice to see that you still have to keep an eye on me!". She smiled and continued to look at me with those beautiful green eyes, which I harbored such love. And then the phone rang, and I turned away from the "essence" to pick up the phone. "Darling, I will linger a while since Grandma insisted me to stay for dinner!". It was my wife, and as soon as I heard her voice behind me immediately broken glass, my wife heard him on the phone. I turned and saw that the "essence" stared at me, not smiling now. On the contrary, her face was very unpleasant grin. She showed me the finger, her head bent sideways by exactly 90 degrees. But it is not so alarmed me, as her eyes. They were no longer those green eyes that constantly reassured me. They were pitch black, like those demons from the movies. I stared at her, and could not speak. "My dear, all right? You dropped something? "- Asked my wife on the phone. I whispered into the phone, "It's not me, is it ...." And then my wife screamed on the phone, "hang up and turn away !!!". I do not know how I found the strength to do this, but I did as she said. When I opened my eyes a moment later, it was no more. Confused and frightened, I called her back, she said she was already on his way home. "This should not have happened. We should not have to coincide, they said that it will not happen ... they said she was innocent ... ". I was too scared to just sit and wait, and I am still looking over his shoulder. My wife should be back any minute. Once it arrives, I'll ask her who the "they" and what the heck is going on. She knows something, and I need to learn it, too. I never thought that someone who is so close to me and dear to my heart, the one who protects me, can become a monster which I fear more than anything else. PS If you're interested, I'll continue my story, and tell you as soon as I have more information. Original Translation mine. See full turn 424 The story of how Australians looking girl with pink bracelet 34 comments GreShNuk 285 days ago girl story dlinnopost Chris Bray and Jess have recently returned home from India. Their journey was not a tourist - a couple pursued a very noble goal! The couple were looking for a girl with a pink bracelet, which came on a photo of a friend of Dick Smith. The man took a picture of a train. It depicts a homeless family living directly under the bridge. Among others in the picture have a little girl, on which there is nothing but a bright pink bracelet. The story of how Australians looking girl with pink bracelet girl story dlinnopost Dick this child so sunk into the soul, he asked his friends to go to India to help them through the little girl with shelter, clothing and education. The couple also had to open an account to Dick listed him money for a poor family. Bray agreed. With photo and coordinates on Google Map, they went on a journey. 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