REAL PARANORMAL stories

I agreed with one of my friends that whichever of us dies first will come and tell us about that life. But in more than 10 years I have never dreamed of it, although I often remember it and ask you to dream about it, but alas... But my neighbor, a young guy, often dreams about his grandmother and tells him that it is much better there than on earth and words cannot describe it all. He asks his grandson what kind of monsters came to him? He: “Grandma, how do you know these were my classmates?!” Taisa

My parents retired, left the North and bought a house in the Moscow region. My sister and I, our children and husbands came to visit them. The house was bright, the wallpaper, floors and curtains were white - in general, nothing scary. But the first years there were scary. You are preparing something on the veranda, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, butterflies are fluttering on the flowers - it’s an idyll, and suddenly such horror takes over that you want to jump out into the street. Or you wake up at night and have all sorts of thoughts - What if bandits break in, what to do, where to hide the children, where is the best place to run when you jump out the window. Same with my sister. And then we arrive, live and relax, and I catch myself thinking that it’s not scary. And it turns out that it was the mother who invited the priest to consecrate the house. © Elena #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

In my youth, when I was often overcome by sleep paralysis, I constantly saw something or someone, there was a case when, just like that, I suddenly woke up, there was a man above me, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream, and in my mind I told him what look, push me, I need to wake up, otherwise I will die, after these words, it went away, everything disappeared, I don’t know where it came from in my head © Tatyana Mironova

I didn’t see it, but I heard my husband undressing, puffing, I felt him lie down and silence - I turned around - no one. I also flew out of this bed, my hair on end... My husband came two hours later Lyudmila

And when my mother-in-law died, it so happened that I was left alone with her at the coffin at the beginning of the first hour of the night. And, just at that time, the balcony door swung open with a blow against the wall jamb, and the wind howled in the apartment. I must admit that during our lifetime we did not communicate; there was a long enmity between us. I later asked her forgiveness for the voluntary and involuntary offenses inflicted. Then the night passed calmly. I dream about the truth from time to time, but not as in life it was lively and loud, but quiet and calm. © Zubeida #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

My son, about 4 years old, before going to bed one day began to tell me: “Do you remember, when dad and I were little, we rode horses and shot at birds with a bow, then dad fell hard and died,” and fell asleep. I didn’t remember in the morning. And another time he said, after watching some historical film, the girl was in a green dress, “remember, long, long ago there was a war, and they came to us to fight, then you and I hid in the basement so that they wouldn’t find us, you had the same beautiful green dress and your hair in pigtails in the same way, but then they dragged you away, and I looked for you for a long time and didn’t find you, I saved a lot of money to get to you again.” Olga

When I was 12, my mother subscribed to the magazine Peasant Woman, and in this magazine there was a very beautiful girl on the cover, I cut out this page and glued it above my table, and it hung there for three or four years until they made repairs. Already in the era of the Internet, they mastered the computer, my wife somehow called me to the monitor, showed me this very cover, downloaded it from the editorial archive, and said, she remembered and decided to look for it, in the third grade they took a photograph of her and placed this picture on the cover, and she even got a number sent. She said that she even cried, the children were envious, they called and teased me for a long time. Fate already at that age pointed me towards my future wife. Fate I shook her, her parents died, she lived with her sister in the Far East, but she wanted to go home to her grandmother, and we met at a disco in a holiday home, and everything happened instantly. #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

My husband has seen a tall silhouette of a man at night for many years. Sometimes he sat in the doorway, sometimes in the corner of the room. Then I just got used to it and wasn’t scared, but when he told me, I was very angry, after which I took an elderberry branch (my mother has a tree), made a cross with the branches and attached it above the door with a stapler. I don’t remember where I know this from, that elderberry drives away everything unclean. And it did help, my husband says that no one comes anymore... This does not necessarily mean the death of loved ones, ugh, ugh!!! How many years have I seen, everyone is alive!!! © Nadezhda Maltseva

There was an incident in life, my husband and granddaughter were returning late at night, walking along the sidewalk not far from the clinic and suddenly the granddaughter said: woman, how could he jump such a big fence? By the way, the fence of the clinic is about 1.50 in height, I said that I didn’t see it, and my husband confirmed that someone healthy jumped over this fence! When we came home, I asked my granddaughter to draw who she saw, she draws very well, what I saw was inhuman, some kind of monster, and when my husband saw the drawing, he said that this is exactly what he saw! We still don’t know how to explain this © Gulnara Abdrakhmanova #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

My grandfather was dying from lung cancer, hard and painfully. When he died, the coffin stood at home for 3 days. And during these 3 days something constantly happened in the apartment. Either the lights will be turned off, then the batteries will hum, then the traffic jams will be knocked out, then a pigeon will fly to the ledge and sit. It wasn't scary. The grandmother loudly asked the grandfather not to misbehave, and everything stopped after a short time © Alena #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

My five-year-old was three years old when she professionally “plastered” the hand of her eldest daughter with a bandage... she told me at the same time (the eldest just scratched herself) and said: “they get hurt so often , I remember how to do it, mom, don’t bother me,” I’m a paramedic myself and I went nuts... honestly... I still don’t know how to explain it if not by reincarnation Lia

When my granddaughter was also three years old and she came to me. And my house has a new vegetable garden of 20 acres, we walk with her, and she suddenly says, when I lived here, everything was different! I asked what was going on here? And she told me exactly where everything was, where the area was, where what grew, where what buildings were, and where the old grave was. I asked, what was your name then? Masha speaks! And these are events more than 50 years ago! And the granny from whom we bought this estate almost forty years ago was also Masha. And we never talked about this topic with anyone. Galina Saburova #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

I’m sitting in the car, waiting for a friend, the center of Moscow, a lot of beautiful people. I see on the other side of the road a beautiful girl in an unusual outfit walking across the road. I want to see the outfit, I follow her, she is blocked for a second by a passing car. The car passed, but the girl didn’t! She couldn’t turn or go anywhere, everything was in plain sight! I blinked my eyes, was surprised, looked again - the girl never appeared! Lena

my grandmother died and my mother found my stepfather, they often argued and then made up, in the living room there was a framed photo of my grandmother in her youth, she stood before my stepfather behind the window of the old set, we were somehow lying on the sofa and watching TV, and we could hear knocks and knocks , we look and the frame is lying at the bottom of the service, it fell out of the blue

At my uncle’s funeral, I held his little son in my arms. She went up to the coffin and asked the baby, where is dad? And he pointed to the ceiling in the corner. It was scary back then... © Milana Udaltsova

As a child, I was friends with a neighbor boy. We were very good friends, there weren’t many toys then, we put everything together, the black panther and the cars, and played, we didn’t need anyone else. I remember this feeling. Then the families dispersed to different cities and countries. And then years later, I accidentally found out that he died in a military school; the parachute did not open. I was grieving and couldn’t believe it. And recently memories came flooding back, I took out our childhood photos, in first grade in Dunajvaros. I look and think: Where are you? Where is your soul now? And the next day they invited me to an exhibition, they played a picture there, I won it, and in it a parachutist descends, alive and well. How I received news from him. © Svetlana #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

A long time ago, about thirty years ago, I had a dream, my neighbor came to me from my historical homeland, by the way, from here where I live about three hundred kilometers, and so Aunt Shura came and said, I came to say goodbye. At that time there were no cell phones yet phones, and after some time I received a letter from my mother informing me about the death of Aunt Shura. Well, how do you understand this? Tatiana Mangusheva

I read the story of one of our famous actresses, she wrote that when she was still a girl, they came under German occupation, and with their mother they tried to pass through the front line. And they couldn’t find a passage or a hole in the fence - there used to be a factory there and there were very long fences. And she described how suddenly a clean, handsome old man appeared and asked them for something. They shared with him. He showed them where they could crawl through - there was a tunnel there. They saw him, wanted to thank him, looked around, and he was nowhere to be found. She also wrote that the fence was endless, and there were fields around it, and that he had nowhere to hide. They shared this story with someone, and it was explained to them that it was Nikolai the Pleasant Anna #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

When my mother was alive, they had a cassette of old songs in the car, when we were driving somewhere, my mother asked my dad to play the song “Lonely Lilac Branch” several times, apparently she liked it very much. I heard this song for the first time then and was surprised that my mother sings along with the performer, which means she knew the words. The anniversary of her death has arrived. All day long I was tormented by the thought: Mommy, I miss you so much, the melancholy is unbearable, I miss you so much. At dinner, my husband turns on the TV show “Hello Andrey”, some song plays, I recognize It was a “lonely lilac branch”. Greetings from my mother! © Svetlana Nikolaeva #mysticism #mystical_stories #supernatural #supernatural_stories #paranormal_stories #scary_stories

As a child, I studied music and piano. At first I liked it, and then I hated it, which is typical for many children. My mother never allowed me to quit. And now a large hygroma grows on both wrists - these bumps are almost a centimeter in diameter, they hurt and grow. The doctor says we need to operate, while you wait in line and no stress. Music??? You've probably gone crazy. While we were waiting for the operation, everything resolved, leaving small bumps, almost invisible © Ekaterina Polishchuk