Horror stories. Stories about the forest Very scary stories about the forest

A couple of young people wanted a variety in lovemaking and for this purpose they went to the nearest forest area about which there were bad rumors.

The locals tried not far to go in search of mushrooms or berries. But young people, as usual, do not believe the rumors, and then they pay dearly for their carelessness. This story is taken from real life, but with a little artistic addition.

LAST VICTIMS IN THE FOREST

The car stopped at the edge of the forest. It was only a little dark, but the forest was almost completely dark. The girl jumped out of the car and ran into the forest.

- Lisa, where are you? - the guy got excited. He heard terrible stories about the forest from his friends and was afraid that the girl would get lost.

- But you will catch up, then everything will be - I heard in response.

Grigory closed the car and ran after him into the dark forest in search of the girl, but she was nowhere to be found.

- Lisa! - Lisa! Where are you? Gregory called, but there was no answer. A log fell under his feet and Grigory, stumbling, flew head over heels down a small hill. He lay down for a bit, and then he got up and moved his limbs. There were no fractures, only minor bruises. He raised his head and froze. At some distance from him, in a circle, red lights appeared, as if from lanterns. They did not move, just hung in the air and flickered with red fire. Suddenly, in front of him, a creature resembling a man, but in some kind of terrible mask, appeared. The next moment a stick flashed before his eyes and Grigory received swipe over the head. His eyes darkened and he fell.

Four days later, a local huntsman stumbled upon the car, who was making a detour of his territory. I did not find passengers anywhere. It was clear that they had not been near the car for a long time, it was a little covered with dust and fallen leaves. The dog found drops of blood on the ground and barked loudly, calling the owner. There was also a bloody stick lying around, with which a man had been hit. The hunter called the police.

Investigators with the help local residents and the military combed almost the entire territory woodland in the area, but neither the missing people nor their dead bodies were found anywhere.

An examination of the state of the car determined the day it was left here and the number of passengers in the car. An interview with witnesses showed that on that evening, eyewitnesses saw luminous balls in the forest and in a field not far from the forest, and they were sure that these balls were taken with them by those missing.

This supposedly happened before, but the missing were not found. The investigators decided that these were local legends, and the criminals could bury the missing anywhere in the forest, the forest is large, it is almost impossible to find graves.

This uncertainty gave rise to rumors and legends. Weekly searches for Lisa and Grigory did not yield any results, there were no versions of the loss. Another serious “hanging” will completely spoil the disclosure statistics and the investigator will especially important matters Nesterenko decided to shift the investigation of this case onto the shoulders of the FSB, and for a good reason, these are not the first missing people in this forest.

INVESTIGATION LEADED BY FSB AGENTS

The next day, FSB paranormal investigators Mikhail and Sonya arrived at the scene. They noticed circles of small diameter burnt grass.

- Sonya, but people spoke the truth about fireballs who kidnap people, here are the traces left by them.

- Do you want to talk about aircraft some kind of mystical aliens? It looks more like the places where local pioneers made fires, Sonya objected.

- Maybe so, but I remembered the recording of the last interrogation of the victim in similar situation who managed to survive. Do you remember how he said: - "Fireballs ... They wanted to kill me and take me away like the others .... They wanted to profit from my flesh ... The main thing is not to let yourself be killed and you can be saved ... I managed to escape ... It's very scary ... Don't let yourself be killed ... If they kill you, they will eat ... ". True, then he went crazy from such stress and was placed in a psychiatric hospital.

“But that was in a completely different place, almost a thousand kilometers away.

- So what, it means that the aliens have chosen another place for themselves and now “work” here, although there are doubts that creatures that feed on human flesh live in some other world. Maybe they had incomprehensible cataclysms and there was nothing to eat, so they go hunting - Mikhail voiced his version.

“Misha, look what I found, come here,” Sonya’s voice was heard from a nearby small clearing in the forest. Look, the stake in the center of the black circle of burnt grass

- This is a sacrificial stake, it is also called a stake for protection from evil spirits.

Suddenly, a local ranger appeared in the clearing.

Are you looking for or have already found something.

- Yes, they found it, this is not in any police report.

“So what, there are a lot of such stakes in the forest, what, to report about everyone,” the huntsman answered.

- It is possible that sacrificial rituals were held near these stakes, and you have been silent until now. It is possible that there is a certain sect of Satanists or other worshipers of evil spirits about which we know nothing at all, similar to the “white brotherhood” sect.

“But there are no sects in our area, I know that for sure,” the huntsman assured Mikhail.

- So the visitors, we need to make an ambush only when they arrive. Scary tale about the forest continued

SECTANTS ARE ARRESTED

FBI agents resorted to the help of the local police, from which people were selected for an ambush in the forest.

A terrible dense forest at night .. and a lot of mosquitoes. Luckily, we only had to wait a week.

On one of the quiet warm nights in the distance, the noise of cars was heard in the clearing. The night watchmen became alert and began to move towards the noise, but everything was quiet.

Suddenly, in a completely different direction, a lot of red balls appeared above the trees arranged in a circle, and another ball of large diameter began to approach that place, which slowly floated out from behind the crowns. tall trees. The police immediately called for help and reported the coordinates, while they themselves moved in the direction of the red balloons.

A discordant singing was heard and through the trees a large fire surrounded by people in masks and black capes with hoods appeared. Suddenly they became alarmed, looked in our direction and, seeing the weapon, ran to their heels. They ran so fast that there was no point in chasing them, and the forest was already blocked by the police, the escaping would not go anywhere.

We approached the fire, which was burning around the same pillar. Not far away was a bag from the morgue, and in it dead man. The red balloons turned out to be Chinese heavenly balloons with lit candles, but only nylon threads attached to the ground. That same large balloon disappeared without a trace. We, in the confusion, did not even notice where he had gone.

All members of the sect were arrested, only the leaders of this gang, which killed and roasted people at the stake, were not there. When asked about that white ball of large diameter, all the interrogators immediately fell silent, it was impossible to get a word out of them. They all got what they deserved.
But this was not the end of the matter. Local fishermen, having heard about the liquidation of the gang in the forest, immediately wanted to fish in the forest lake. They threw a net into the lake, but what they pulled out shocked them, and they fled from the lake only their heels sparkled.

Luckily, we didn't leave yet, and got to the lake. On the shore lay a net in which there were many human bones. The examination established that the remains of all those who died over several years, as well as our wanted couple, rested in the lake.

The bones were perfectly clean, with traces of scratches from the teeth. It turned out that the sectarians ate human flesh roasted at the stake, or someone else ate it, and the bones were thrown into the lake. They could not burn a person, otherwise there would have been a persistent smell of burnt meat in the forest, but there was none. No information about the white ball could be established.

Thus ended a terrible story about a forest where people died.

From 6-12-2019, 21:01

This story happened to me and another person, whose real name I will hide and call Andrey.

It happened relatively recently. I met with Andrei, as we agreed, in advance. It was supposed to be a short walk through the nursery, located not far from the city. Nearby there was a bus station with a small shop and a pie shop, but we decided to go to the pie shop, to take something for a mini-picnic after a walk. Andrei had a blanket with him, on which we could comfortably accommodate.
The meeting took place at 19:05. I remember this time well when I paused the music.
Before entering the pie shop, we stood and chatted for a while about everything, but most the conversation was filled with hugs and kisses.
After buying food, holding hands, Andrey and I went into the forest along the path. We walked quietly, without unnecessary conversations. We just walked and enjoyed the silence, which was sometimes interrupted by the noise of bushes and trees due to the wind, enjoyed the forest air and just being next to each other.
Sometimes people passed by or nearby, talked loudly, laughed.
Everything around became especially magical when the sun almost left, leaving behind only a couple of orange rays, and the moon, on the contrary, began to rise above the earth, acquiring the same, or rather a different color, reminiscent of something between orange and yellow.

Dasha lived in the village. When she was little, her mother died. The father was asleep. Grandmother took Daria to her village, but when the girl turned 15, her grandmother had a heart attack. Dasha did not go back to the city, and there was no one to visit. The village was small, everyone knew each other. And near the dense forest. There were rumors that in the river of that girl they drowned themselves. From unrequited love, or from something else. No one went there - it was not necessary. You never know what famously wanders. Of course, the people were superstitious. They believed in mermen, brownies and other heresy. Dasha was not one of those, but she rarely went to the forest anyway. Only, the code was needed in this. Unless sometimes, to chop mushrooms and firewood. There is no man, who will do it? Well, I went to that river, I was not afraid. What are they afraid of? Rumors are rumors, but walking unwashed is also not the case.
Somewhere, when she turned 17, a boy from the city appeared. Call Vitka. No one could understand what brought him to such a wilderness. Looks rich, in a nice car. There was no place for him to live in the village, he asked to go to Daria's house. Well, she's a simple girl, she let me in. I didn't even think about the consequences. And next door to her, in another house, lived Marya Petrovna. Kind woman, caring. Helped Dasha, replaced her grandmother. She didn’t like this guy right away, said Dasha, but she didn’t want to hear.
They became friends with Vitya, fell in love. But only he did not want to talk about himself, he said that he had lost his memory. And what he remembers, he did not want to remember again. "I am the life a new start I don't want the past to torment me." And she didn't ask.
After about a month, he dragged her into the forest. “Come on, have a rest, we’ll go to the river. Nature is sacred." She could not refuse, went with him. As they went deeper, she stopped recognizing the forest. And he goes, does not stop, as if he knows where to go. And when she asked to go back, he only walked forward more confidently. It smelled of damp, rotten. “A swamp,” Dasha was horrified. "Did you decide to kill me?" Started to think. What to do? Part of this forest was unknown to her, she had never been here. And it was not necessary, the river is not so far away, and it was generally possible to chop firewood without going into the forest. If he tries to run away, he will chase. Then it will surely end.
"Vitya, where are we going?" she asked softly, trying not to show her fear.
“I want to show you one place, it’s already very close,” the guy said in a strange way.
- Vitenka, stop, wait here. I need it, I'll be right there.
Dasha turned aside and went behind the bushes. Vitya did not budge and only looked after her, and then turned around, sat on a stump and looked into the distance. Daria ran behind the bushes and quietly, quietly walked on. Slowly, trying not to make too much noise, she moved away from him. “What will happen to me now? Oh, woe to my head." She stopped near a birch, leaned on it and took a few deep breaths. They went far from the village, quite far into the forest. The day was overcast, the sun was not visible. The firs became more, as they were removed deeper. That's bad.
Then something crunched behind Dasha's back.
— How long are you? Vitya's voice came from behind.
"It's bad," Daria thought.
— I'm coming. - She turned, Vitya was standing very close. She walked ahead of him to where they had stopped. Then the girl abruptly rushed to the side, not understanding the road. The summer dress made it very difficult to run, sandals did not protect from branches. He was chasing her. Then she stopped abruptly - a ravine gaped right in front of her. Someone's strong hand grabbed her, and then she felt a strong pain in the back of her head and lost consciousness.
She woke up tied to some spruce. Nearby, croaking, the clicking of a fire and the gnashing of iron could be heard. It was like someone was sharpening a knife. She looked around fearfully, a fire was burning a little further away, a man was sitting on a fallen trunk and sharpening a knife. It was Vitya. She did not recognize him at once, her hair became tousled, her hands became furry, with long claws. The clothes were torn in some places, the fur was sticking out of it. Sounds, grumbling mixed with a growl, came from "Viti". The creature turned around and Daria was speechless. In front of her was a man with a hairy face, huge fangs and wolflike amber eyes. The nose, also similar to a wolf's, drew in smells. Dasha lost consciousness.
The girl woke up when it approached her. The creature ran its claw along the girl's cheek, then licked the place and sharply stuck the knife into the tree next to Daria's head. He clung to her with his terrible body, which began to look more like a wolf. The creature whispered something in her ear, burning with fetid breath. The girl tried to move away from him, but the ropes tightly fettered her movements. Then he sank lower, licked her shoulder and pulled the dress with force with his claws. It tore in the abdomen. He ran his clawed paw over Daria's skin and left somewhere. He returned with two pieces of cloth. One he put it in his mouth, leaving only a little outside, and the other he gagged. Apparently, so that she would not scream, and then went somewhere.
Ten minutes later, the creature returned. He began to gradually tear the girl's dress. Soon only rags hung on it. It began to lick the girl's belly with its long, sticky tongue. Then he took a knife and slowly, obviously enjoying himself, began to cut through her skin on her shoulder. Tears flowed from the girl's eyes, her hand burned. Then the creature scratched her cheek with a claw and sharply ran a knife across her stomach. Blood flowed. A lot of blood. Then he began to cut her legs, drawing some patterns on her body. In the end, he took some kind of iron object that looked like a brand, heated it up and leaned it against Dasha's left shoulder. If not for the gag, her screams would be heard by the whole village. Daria lost consciousness.
When she woke up, the creature was building something. He untied her. Dasha no longer had the strength to resist, as she was very exhausted. She obediently fell on the table, he turned her over on her back and tied her hands and feet to the place of her bed. He sprinkled it with some stinking rubbish and began to whisper some kind of spell. From the sides there was a howl and a growl. Only now Daria noticed that the moon was shining brightly in the sky. The creature began to squirm, fell to the ground and its bones began to break. Dasha was excruciatingly scared, but she could not do anything. From all sides, creatures similar to werewolves began to approach her - wolves on two legs that took over part of the physique of a person.
The creature has reincarnated. Drooling dripped from his mouth. He leaned on the victim and was already preparing to strike deadly bite when a shot was heard. The werewolf dropped dead to the ground, his sides not heaving. He was dead. Daria heard hurried steps, a rustle and a familiar voice. Her vision blurred, and then she passed out.
She woke up on a bed in a house. Nearby sat a man with a gun. Looks like it was a forester.
— How are you, daughter?
- Where I am? Dasha squeezed out.
- Hush hush. Everything is fine.
There was an angry bark. Something hit the door hard. The old man crossed himself, straightened his hat, got up and began to move the fragile likeness of the armchair to the door.
“Wh… What is this?” Daria asked, already coming to her senses.
The old man hesitated. He obviously did not really want to tell the girl about the werewolves.
“These creatures usually only appear on full moons. Werewolves. They perform their sinister rituals in the forest. Usually they are visitors, beautiful. They lure unsuspecting virgins here, and then write to them.
Dasha decided that the old man was crazy, but there was no other logical explanation for this. The girl began to slowly come to her senses, after a while he was able to sit down. Then something hit the door with force and the fragile protection creaked. The second blow is a hole in the door. Also, the door is broken. With a roar, exposing fangs, the creature burst into the house. The forester wasted no time, he shot the werewolf in the chest and he fell dead. Another ran towards the house, but the forester killed him before he reached his destination. So he killed 3 more pieces, grabbed the cartridges.
Can you go, daughter?
“Yes,” Dasha nodded.
“Then get moving.
Together they ran out of hiding and rushed off in the dark somewhere. Then the old man stopped abruptly and fired somewhere. The werewolf squealed, and then fell silent. Grandfather and Dasha ran quickly, lights were already visible ahead. On the way, he killed 10 werewolves, no less. The ammo was already running out.
“Over there,” the old man pointed his finger somewhere in the distance. — See? Run there. This is a village. Run to the nearest house, knock with all your might, beg for help. Understood? Run!
— And how are you?
- Run, I said!
Daria rushed to the light. Behind her, she heard growls and shots, but did not dare to turn around. As soon as she reached the first house, she banged on the door.
- But what is it, who has been brought into such darkness ... Ah, Dashenka! What's wrong with you, dear? - Baba Galya was standing on the threshold. She quickly led the girl into the house, closed the door with three locks. Then she quickly walked over to the window and looked out. Another shot rang out.
- Oh, you, fathers! She curtained the curtains. - What happened? Tell me, let's go, but for now I'll go for the first-aid kit.
Galina brought medicines and began to treat Daria's wounds, and she told her how it was. Baba Galya kept groaning, yes ahala. At the end of the story, Galina once again cautiously looked out the window, and then she curtained and walked away.
“Oh, it’s bad… Bad…”
In the morning the people went to look for the forester, but they found only a mutilated body. Apparently the werewolves still overtook him. As for Dasha, the next day she immediately left the village, far away. As long as you don't come back.

For many, the domestic taiga, which we sometimes hear about in the news and TV shows about animals, is just a vast territory overgrown with coniferous forest.

This is a wrong opinion. Taiga is not only a harsh world wildlife, but also a little-explored zone with its own unique properties and ancient secrets.

Alone in Taiga?

Get to those reserved places there are two ways: to fly to Norilsk, then to Dudinka, then by helicopter to the village of Tukhart, then by hunting trails, where along the river in a motor boat, and where on foot in a few days of crossing. Or, if you are not an easy guest, rent an all-terrain vehicle and rush directly from Norilsk. Whatever path you choose, you still have to wander through the taiga for several days. And in that area it is disastrous, wild. A seemingly safe place can turn out to be a swamp, so it’s stupid to meddle without a guide. Yes, and it is dangerous to be alone, even with all-terrain vehicles, to be three hundred kilometers from the nearest village. Although there is almost nothing to be afraid of in the taiga. Beasts, unless you invade their lair, prefer to stay away, and people rarely appear in those parts.

I myself went there only on occasion. First, we went along the route with the drilling crew, reconnoitered, so to speak, the road to the field. And then I knocked out a local old-timer, Isai's grandfather from the Nganosan people, the indigenous inhabitants of this wild land, on a hunting trip. Grandfather refused for a long time, muttering all sorts of nonsense, about “very evil animals, however,” but for a couple of bottles of white he agreed to become my escort. Although it is difficult to judge who helped whom, the grandfather was old and frail in appearance, but he knew the surrounding forests perfectly. Gathered soon. We went out on a motor boat, walked south along the river for a day, then walked through the channels for a long time. At the end, the boat was left on a hillock, dragged so that it would not be washed away by the current, and went on foot further west into the swamps. Great hunting. The beast is not frightened, know yourself to load the gun and fall on it.

So by the end of the second day of trophies stuffed decently and decided to return. Old man Isai got excited and offered not to spend the night in the forest anymore, but to go to the motor boat without stops and rests. It is not clear where the strength of the old devil came from - I was at the limit of my capabilities. Here I involuntarily believed in the tales of the peasants that Isai is the last Nganosan shaman and knows how to do what others are not given. I just didn't get hung up on it. Decided to just agree. Although, a person proposes, and Taiga disposes. I didn’t understand what happened, but we didn’t have time to get to the boat before dark. Grandpa is almost hysterical. He yells at me not in Russian, swears at vodka, for which he agreed to bring me here, and he almost cries. I felt ashamed, please forgive me. And he just snorts and looks around. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist belt and with such inhuman strength drags me somewhere behind him. Feels like an hour has passed. When the forest parted, we went to an abandoned castle. Hunters build such that there is somewhere to hide from bad weather, snowstorms.

A small hut from a whole bar. Instead of windows - loopholes. The door is small and low. Inside is dry and warm. Isai literally dragged me inside and began feverishly locking the door. He rolled everything that was inside the hut to it, and plugged the loopholes with rags. I look at all this and silently go crazy - the shaman does not say a word, and is clearly preparing for something. It was already dark when Isai sat opposite me to catch his breath and lit a single torch to light a cigarette.

He smokes and looks into my eyes. And I looked him in the eyes, I think:

“It was Isai who arranged a test for me for some reason.”

And he says so sympathetically:

“It would be better if you were afraid sometimes, however, you wouldn’t get into such shit, Sanya!”

Say no more. Time goes by and nothing happens. The old man sits hugging his carbine. I begin to doze off, all the same, stress and fatigue have affected. And I hear a knock on the roof through a dream. Like a child running. Steps are brisk and light. But heavier than squirrels and martens, definitely. And then there was a whistle from behind the door and another knock, but harder and with pressure on the door. The dream vanished. And Isai pressed his finger to his lips, shaking himself and showing me, they say, sit quietly. And so midnight. Creak. Knock. Whistling. Uncomfortable feeling, as if they are trying to scratch you out of the shell. Then everything abruptly stopped. But we never fell asleep. And in the afternoon we immediately went to the boat, it was a kilometer from the place of spending the night.

What came to us there at night is not interesting to me, because I don’t want to go there anymore.

Southern taiga

In the spring of 2006, a cave with unusual rock paintings was discovered in the southern taiga. Three months later, a private expedition of five people led by Nikolai K. was sent to the site to explore the forest dungeons. The main goal of the trip was to explore the caves and strange rock art without attracting too much attention. The potential grandiosity of the find carried not only historical, but also financial value.

A day after the arrival of the researchers at the place, they received an alarm signal, a rescue helicopter was sent to their camp. When the rescuers returned, they had to urgently transport the only survivor (Aleksey R.) to the local intensive care unit. Crimson streams of blood flowed from the eyes and ears of the researcher, the condition was assessed as critical. The patient was in a semi-conscious state and constantly whispered something. Under the influence of strong antibiotics and tranquilizers, by morning Alexei felt better, and he was able to tell about what had happened. Here is an excerpt from his testimony:

“I said that the huntsman’s find did not bode well, but he didn’t want to hear ... It all happened like that. In the evening, even closer to night, I went to collect firewood, and the rest were at the tents ... And then how it will be heard! A scream, a roar, or a rumble… I can’t say what it was, but it still looks like a scream, or something… Or a lot of screams… Inhuman… Very loud… My ears stuffed up, it went dark in my eyes, and I fell… I don’t remember how I got to their own, and there ... In short, everyone is dead. I approached, I looked, and their ears were bleeding ... I took the walkie-talkie from Kolyan ... I don’t remember further ... I probably passed out ... "

Alexei died the next day. According to unconfirmed information, the heart could not withstand the strong medical preparations. According to information from other sources, the patient died from inflammation of the brain.

All of the explorers who died had damaged eardrums and some internal organs. One got the impression that people were at the epicenter of some kind of explosion, but there were no external injuries on the bodies. What could have caused the noise with such an impact in the remote taiga is not at all clear.

The entire district was "combed" up and down, and in the end, a small cave caught the eye of the task force. It contained rock paintings of incomprehensible content and a deep natural tunnel into the bowels of the earth. Fearing wild beasts and collapses law enforcement left the cave.

A year later, another expedition arrived at this place, but the cave was never found. In its place was a huge boulder, behind which there was nothing. As if the ill-fated dungeon was a wound for the taiga, which overgrown without a trace.

Anything can happen in Thailand

It was a long time ago, somewhere in the 80s. They went for a berry, but for mushrooms on Gaz-66th. A common occurrence for all of us, nothing special. The place was already pre-selected, so there was no need to waste time searching. The forest they went to was far from people, it can be put more simply, they went to the taiga. Those who went there know that anything can happen in the taiga. Mushrooms and berries did not force themselves to look for a long time, and showed themselves to be taken. Time flew by quickly and it was getting dark. It was getting cold blue sky, which shone so strongly in the blue of the day, was slowly fading into the oncoming darkness. A cool breeze blew over the face, which was already there, not as cheerful as at the beginning of this walk, fatigue took its toll.

They were already returning back to the car from the last trip for mushrooms, there were not so many mushrooms in the buckets as at the beginning of the day, these mushrooms became too familiar, and there was no longer such a desire to consider where the mushroom still grows. A car appeared in the clearing, to which they had already returned 50 times today, but this time was the last, now buckets in the car, and home. Having poured the last batch of mushrooms into a plastic bag, they got into the car with a calm soul ...

Slowly turning the ignition key, the car shuddered, but did not start, the starter turned at idle. The driver tried again, but the result was the same, he tried a couple more times, but nothing changed, only an echo, an iron horse, in which something was spinning inside, spread through the taiga. They thought strangely, the car was working as never before, but for some reason it would not start. Really now still have to dig with the car !? They decided to wait a minute and try to start it again, but if it doesn't start, then they'll have to dig. Staring blankly at the windshield from fatigue from the height of the car, they heard a loud crunch of branches nearby. The gloomy light did not make it possible to see what was already 30 meters from the car and there was no point in looking closely at what was crunching there. They both shuddered, the bear was still missing now. It was not worth making noise now, let him leave. The crunch of branches became even louder, and a loud growl was heard ...

Bears don't growl like that, and wolves don't crack branches like that. Fear began to roll in, and my heart began to beat, choking, and it grew darker every minute. What broke the silence of the forest, by its loud growl, it was heard that it was approaching the car. They sat pressed into the seats of the car, and carefully looked at what was ahead, trying to see who it was ...

A large silhouette appeared at the end of the clearing, and that's where the growl came from. Those sitting in the car almost stopped breathing so that they would not be seen or heard. The creature, seeing something unfamiliar, and as big as a car, stopped and stopped growling and began to stare intently. Fear began to block movement. The creature's silhouette was visible at the end of the clearing, and it was large and unlike any other animal of that size. The creature slowly began to approach, its heavy steps were audible, even in the car. What if you see it in all its glory. Goosebumps, hair on end, trembling seized those sitting in the car, but they did not break the silence and sat in silence. The creature disappeared from sight and neither its heavy footsteps nor its growl could be heard. Either it's gone or it's holding back.

The handle in the door slowly began to open the driver's door, which made the latter's eyes widen, and he grabbed the handle and clung to the door. The door began to shake. Apparently someone from the other side opened the door, realized that someone was interfering with him and started even harder. The second person sitting in the car was simply stupefied and turned white, probably, even at night his pallor of the face could be seen. The door shook with such force that the Gaz-66 car was shaking, but the driver clutched the door so deadly, as if glued. The next thing was a blow to the door, so that the door trim and the door itself slashed like paper.

The driver saw his hand, this was not the hand of some animal with such claws and so large that, putting this hand on a person’s head, the hand would wrap around the head like a ball. From fear, the driver’s strength increased, although from the hand of which he grabbed the handle, blood was pouring and the handle crashed into the meat of his palm. The car began to shake, blows on the car began to be heard, as if they were hitting it with a battering ram gun. All this brought both of those sitting in the car to the last stage, and they yelled with a screech of fear, as they had never screamed in their lives. The car shook a couple more times, and everything was quiet. That it was a respite or gone. But both of those who were sitting for another minute were screaming like they were cut. They never got out, until the morning they got out of the car, the creature no longer showed itself, or guarded when they got out, or maybe it was frightened by their cry, or left. You can hear them screaming, it was probably a couple of kilometers away.

The next morning, they tried to start the car, surprisingly, it started up with a pinch, after which the car took off and drove away from this forest. The car had dents all over it and the door was torn open like knives had been cut across it.

History of the Karelian taiga

I had to hear strange stories more than once in the remote taiga corners of Karelia. They were told by both individuals and entire villages. Many eyewitnesses of these events are still alive and tell their children and grandchildren about it. These are stories about sorcerers and werewolves who, it turns out, live with us and are our contemporaries. I offer two such stories to the attention of readers.

In general, probably, in Russia there are not many corners (even remote ones) now, like the Karelian hinterland, in which the popular faith in various forms magic and numerous beliefs. It carefully preserves the diverse experience of older generations, associated with an original and deep view of the world, in many respects different from the modern "civilized" worldview.

Christianity brought humanity to a new qualitative level of God - and self-knowledge, however, it is no secret that the pagan world is forever imprinted in the human soul; the world for many is much more real and vital, having an undying magic-practical tradition of cognition and interaction with the forces of Nature. Paganism is a direct, open "conversation" that allows you to live a single and living life with Nature at the everyday, practical level. Therefore, it is not surprising that in the Karelian hinterland, along with the Bible, one can find literature on witchcraft, witchcraft ... It is not surprising that these incompatible religions coexist in the souls of many people.

It is possible that it is this amazing combination of outwardly incompatible beliefs that creates a specifically unique aura of a remote Karelian village, behind which often lies a completely unexplored spiritual world, a world full of originality and mystery.

In the small village of Suisar, twenty kilometers from Petrozavodsk, in the 80s of the last century, there lived a very strong witch, revered not only in the village, but throughout the entire district. At that time, she was already in advanced years, rarely left the house, receiving visitors in her small mountain. She knew and knew how to do everything. Penetrating eyes with a steely sheen pierced through, seeing your most secret. “Who comes to me with a lie, he immediately starts to beat and shake. I can’t lie, ”the old woman used to say more than once. That's why few came to her.

She had amazing "power" over nature and animals. It was said that when a connecting rod bear unexpectedly raided the village in winter, she, coming close to the roaring beast, asked him to go back to the forest and not come again. The ashamed giant purred apologetically and hurried off into the taiga, and she returned to the house, previously low to the ground, bowing to her alone. known forces and gods.

Her help was unselfish. “My life is my song. Who wants to listen - let him listen. I don’t take anything for it,” she laughed.

One day they turned to her for help: a cow disappeared. We searched all evening, but it was all in vain. They ran to her. “The nurse is alive,” she consoled, after listening to the request, she left the house and went outside the village. When she reached the crossroads, she stopped and stood in silence for a long time. Then, with a prayerful request and with a low bow, she turned to the “forest of the north side” to give the cow, not to keep it. In complete calm, the tops of the trees swayed from side to side, the foliage rustled, roadside dust swept up like a snake. “She’s not there,” she only said. She then turned to the "forest of the eastern side", but the same answer came. And only the "forest of the south side" nodded in unison with its spruce mane. “Your nurse is alive,” she repeated once again to the taken aback and disbelieving eyes accompanying her. - Wait! And she went home without looking back.

A little time passed, the ringing of a bell was heard, and everyone saw a cow running (!) towards them from the “forest on the south side”.

Her death was quiet; she passed on her skills and knowledge by inheritance. But they still remember her, remember her deeply, how deeply the human heart can love and remember

In the 90s, traveling around the Pudozh region, I drew attention to the "tales" about a certain strange man, whom popular rumor dubbed a "werewolf". This man - Fyodor Ivanovich Dutov - was a hereditary sorcerer and healer, who enjoyed a bad reputation because of his absolutely unsociable and quarrelsome nature. It was said that he possessed a kind of "knowledge", thanks to which he could turn into any animal. There were rumors that from time to time from his house, located on the edge of the village (I give the village without a name, for ethical reasons), inhuman screams were heard, turning into wolf howl. These days (more precisely, nights) the village was literally flooded with wolves, causing the locals to tremble. The wolves were shot, and in the morning their corpses disappeared; Dutov took them to the forest and buried them. They were afraid of him, bypassed him, spat on the trail, but ... did not touch him. They believed in his witchcraft power, that he could send damage, the evil eye, any incurable disease.

Once an event occurred that finally secured the nickname of a werewolf for Dutov. Dutov suddenly disappeared from the village. Day after day passed, but he did not return, but they noticed that at that time a pack of wolves appeared in the vicinity of the village, haunting day and night. We decided to make a round-up, set traps, and went out in groups to shoot. The results were deplorable when suddenly at night the village woke up from a heartbreaking howl, a cry of pain and suffering, picked up by a wolf's polyphony. And in the morning they saw Dutov returning with a pale, haggard face and a somehow bandaged hand, bleeding. They rushed to the place where a terrible, ominous cry was heard at night, and in one of the traps they saw a gnawed wolf paw and numerous traces of wolves. No one even touched the trap; horror drove people from this place. And Dutov since then appeared only in a mitten on right hand, regardless of the season. His brush remained in that trap forever.

Terrible was the life of this man, terrible was his death. It came two years after the events described above. Dutov at that time was about sixty years old. Apparently, he felt the approach of death. It is not known what he experienced in those moments. They say that he screamed terribly during the day, and in the evening appeared on the porch of his house, looked at the village, at the people and ... cried. And then he rushed into the forest, deafening the silence with either a heart-rending human cry, or a heart-rending wolf howl.

winter taiga

Winter hunting in the taiga gives an unforgettable experience. Since childhood, I loved to visit my grandfather and his hunter friends. I even had my gun there. Adults always took me with them on walks in the forest. So this time, when I arrived (a large roundup was going on for a bear-rod, which brought down cattle), they took me with them, but they told me to stay behind. We had two Siberian Huskies with us, who led us on the trail. The group itself consisted of five adult men, two experienced old men and me, a boy of seventeen.

For half a day we walked on wide skis in the snow, and, finally, a windbreak appeared ahead, in which there was a bear's lair. It was already evening, and we, moving two hundred meters away, set up camp. Everyone immediately fell asleep, and left Vasily and the huskies on patrol.

I woke up early in the morning to a noise. Everyone was already up and discussing something vigorously. Coming closer, I saw that Vasily was sitting with his back to a tree, his chest and stomach were torn apart, and a grimace of inhuman horror froze on his face. Likes cowardly huddled at the feet of people. Grandfather picked up Vasily's gun and examined it. The cartridges were intact. How so? An experienced hunter was so frightened of something that not only did not shoot - he could not even wake the others!

Most believed that Vasily had broken the connecting rod, and the raid began. Surrounding the lair, we took up positions behind the trees. Peter took a long stalk and jumped, as with a pole, to the top of the windbreak above the beast's lair. Having stuck the horn into the passage, he began to poke around there, apparently wanting to wake the bear. But suddenly something sharply pulled the horn down. Peter could not resist and with a cry fell down after her. His terrible cry: “There is no bear here ...” - broke off in the middle. We all backed away as Peter's severed head flew out of the hole and landed in front of me. I yelled in horror, turned around and started to run. Behind me I heard shouts and shooting, someone's roar and squeal of huskies. Without looking back, I ran forward, falling into snowdrifts, until suddenly I collapsed into a void under the snow. The fall knocked me out.

Coming to my senses, I saw that I was lying in a wolf pit. I was very lucky - the stakes stuck around me. No shots were heard, and I thought that the hunters did manage after all. Starting to call for help, I heard someone's footsteps.

I'm here, I'm down! Get me out!

The steps came to the edge of the pit. I could not see who was standing there, but I suddenly became scared. From upstairs there was a heavy sniffing that a man could not utter. I crawled back to the wall and, pressing my back against it, raised my gun.

Who is there?!

The answer to me was the guttural roar of the creature, whose muzzle finally appeared above the pit. Huge bloodied jaws, eyes burning with dull anger, flattened ears - he resembled some kind of creature from a nightmare. I yelled out loud and fired wildly at random. The bullet scratched the creature's muzzle, and it began to rush around the pit, trying to reach me with a long paw with curved claws. I pressed myself to the ground and shouted something, tears of despair gushed from my eyes. The creature raged around me all day, but the stakes saved my life - she never dared to jump down. I was very cold and understood that if I didn’t think of anything, that I would die not from the fangs and claws of the creature, but from the cold, but I couldn’t get up and start moving at least somehow - my death was waiting in the wings from above in the form of a huge paw of the creature . I tried to shout again and suddenly, to my happiness, they answered me - the rescue search team was looking for us stuck in the taiga. The creature lifted its head and jumped to the side. I didn't see her again.

The rescuers found me. On my tip, they found the rest, or rather, what was left of them - bloody pieces of clothing and a gun ...

The horror of the taiga

The cold autumn wind and the endless nasty light rain enveloped everything around, pushing through the dense thickets of the forest, two travelers, soaked to the skin, with difficulty walked forward. Behind you could still make out the lights of a small village in the early morning haze, but there was no way back, the year turned out to be not fruitful, and in order not to die of hunger, several men went to the taiga to hunt. They split into groups of two or three and went in different directions. The village was located in the very heart of the taiga, for many hundreds of kilometers there was not a single living soul around, there was nowhere to wait for help. It was already evening, the rain did not stop all day, empty-handed and, exhausted, grandfather Matvey and his grandson Vadim sat down under a large branch to rest and decide what to do next. - What is it there? - the guy pointed to something dark, barely visible through the thick branches of trees. - It looks like some kind of house ... - This is an old hunting lodge, - the old man answered a little alarmed, - not a good reputation goes about this place. Many years ago, several people mysteriously died in this house, everything was covered in blood, but their bodies were not found ... - the grandfather paused, looked around and continued, - After that, everyone who did not stay here for the night did not return back ...

Night in the taiga comes quickly, at a distance of several meters nothing was already visible, in the damp grass the fire did not want to flare up.
- I do not believe in all these fairy tales! - Vadim said decisively. - Let's go to the house, nothing will happen to us, I do not intend to sit under this spruce all night getting wet and freezing! He stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed towards the lodge. Grandfather tried to stop him, but to no avail, and he had no choice but to follow his grandson. The fire instantly flared up, warming the frozen people with its warmth, the guy collected the straw lying around and made two beds. The rain drummed monotonously on the roof, calming the hunters, the fire was already barely smoldering, everything around was plunged into darkness.

Suddenly, Vadim woke up from a strange sound, some rustling and champing could be heard through the noise of the rain. He called the old man in a whisper, but there was no answer, slowly and, trying not to make noise, Vadim crept to the place where the old man was sleeping, but he was not there. The guy returned to his place, he felt uneasy, he continued to hear strange sounds from somewhere above from the attic. A few minutes later, the terrible champing was replaced by a barely audible whisper. Try as he might, he couldn't make out a single word. Suddenly he heard a creak approaching him, as if someone or something was coming down the stairs from the attic and slowly moving towards Vadim. The rain suddenly stopped, a large bright moon appeared in the sky, illuminating part of the room with its light through a small window. Nerves were on edge, grandfather Matvey disappeared, something incomprehensible was approaching him, the guy was seized with panic fear.

Who is there?! - Unable to stand it, cried Vadim.

The creaking and whispering ceased, and a shadow flickered in the moonlight. It became very quiet in the hut, the silence simply cut his hearing, he heard his heart beating wildly. He felt someone's gaze on his back. Horror, fear and a desire to flee seized the young man, turning around, he saw his grandfather, but he was terrible. A gray sunken face, rolling eyes and a chomping, bloody mouth with terrible teeth, the creature stretched out its arms and headed towards Vadim. He ran out of the house and disappeared into the night taiga, the branches whipped his face, cutting the skin to blood, but the guy did not pay attention to this, he ran as far as possible from this place. Suddenly Vadim ran out into the clearing, he froze in horror, this terrible gray house again stood in front of him.

The young man again rushed into the forest, but after a while he returned to this terrible place again and again.

Enough! - The guy fell to his knees, his strength left him, his brain refused to understand what was happening in this damned place, Vadim lost consciousness.

A black cloud covered the moon, and the taiga again plunged into darkness, it began to rain again, and in its monotonous noise that same champ was suddenly heard. Over the already lifeless body of Vadim, on his knees, stood his scary grandfather, tearing off pieces of bloody meat from the corpse, he greedily swallowed them ...

All the men returned from the hunt with good booty, the village was saved from starvation, only two were missing - the old grandfather and his grandson. Residents tried to look for them, but to no avail.

Several people went camping with an overnight stay and late in the evening stumbled upon a forester's lodge. It's scary in the forest at night, so we went in. Over the tea, the forester (a strong elderly man) began stories ...
- Well, what can I tell you? .. It's dangerous in the forest. There are no snakes, no wolves, no bears. Even they do not get along with those who are really in charge here. If you go somewhere in the forest at night, pay attention to the fact that sometimes someone will follow you. Here you go, shine a flashlight, immediately such silence, even insects do not crackle. And behind you, behind a tree, some rustle. You turn around - and there is no one there, you shine and you will not see anyone. As soon as you turn your back - a rustle, as if someone took a couple of steps, is already closer, and again silence. My grandfather also told me that you should never, under any circumstances, wait for it to come up, let alone look at it - he used to say that in his village such curious people were found on trees, from where they were lowered on ropes and then soldered with vodka for a week. Someone completely disappeared, as if through the ground, someone went crazy, and gray hair, so it appeared for everyone. So if you hear a clear rustle behind you and you don’t see anyone there, turn your back, swear properly, and, without turning around, go quickly.
Oh, this forest is old, a lot happened here. Here they saw soldiers who did not return home from the war, but they are peaceful, they will not do anything terrible. But suicides are evil, they can kill easily. They can't get out of the forest new person for them - like a fly, which you can make fun of. Those who drown themselves can easily get into the water up to their necks - and you will think that you are walking through a clearing. They cannot do anything above the neck - it has an Orthodox cross on it. Previously, the trees on which they hung were cut down and burned, but now they don’t do that anymore. So, if you set up a camp under this tree, then the dead person will not give life - he will push someone into the fire, someone will bring down a branch on his head. And if you fall asleep, it will start to choke by the nose. They are the worst here.
But innocently killed and untimely dead - those are good. If someone drowned in a swamp - they will take the gaping mushroom picker away - they will show him the mushroom in the other direction or jump on the trees like a squirrel - and the mushroom picker will be happy to follow her. So remember, if some animal in the forest is running in front of your nose, it is someone's kind soul who wants to save you.
And there are a lot of soldiers, there are a lot of soldiers. So when you sleep at night, listen. They, too, are sometimes found nearby, you can hear them singing or talking on a quiet night. And if you see them in the evening - build tents on this place without fear, they will not stop in a bad place. And at night you can even wake up to see their silhouettes between the trees.
And you can easily fall through the ground here. There are a lot of swamps, but you can’t understand right off the bat. Sometimes, two people go, the first passes normally, turns around - and the second does not exist at all, in a second it was sucked into the quagmire. In this case, they say that it was the merman who dragged him away, and now he will be an evil spirit. So don’t even go near the swamps at night - your eyes will be smeared so that the swamp will seem like a solid clearing. And remember your name...
And here, in the lodge, I do not advise you to spend the night. I'm used to it, but you guys, I see, are urban, so it will be very unusual for you - here sometimes at night all sorts of evil spirits scratch at the door, puff. Sometimes he will knock on the window with a claw or rustle in the pipe. But look outside as well. Go to the toilet in some place where there is neither running water nor swamps - oh, how the spirits do not like it when someone crap in their house! They will push, pull, and on the way back they will generally confuse - you won’t find a halt.
We often got lost here - the city is nearby, every rabble runs here. The bandits used to come fifteen years ago and throw someone's corpse in a ditch in a sack. Overgrown with grass, flooded with water - and imperceptibly. There are not very many of them in the forest, but along the road - full of them. Sometimes they even appear, they catch a car on the road, they throw themselves under the wheels - restless souls, they are like that, cannot bear the fact that someone else lives, and they must wander along the road forever. Bandits, it also happened that they would bring someone alive, kill and bury them right in the forest, and even pour machine oil on them so that the animals would not find them. So a guy lived here somehow nearby, he heard how on quiet evenings in some places someone was crying quietly. I found a place, called a familiar cop, they came and really dug up the corpse, which had already been there for a long time.
And goblin - so generally a common thing. You used to walk through the forest, and in the distance, from the black hollow of some old oak, a mug was staring at you. And so light-hearted, pale, her eyes huge and black. Just looking and looking. And when you start to approach it, either the branch will definitely crack, or the bird will sing sharply - you will be distracted - and the goblin has already caught a cold. Under such trees, even in the most heavy rain you can’t hide - the goblin specially helps the tree, makes it branchy, so that the one who hides under the tree can bite for something - a man is sitting, the rain is pouring, his ears itch - he thinks that from the rain, they say, water is dripping on his ears, and comes home - bah, and his ear is full of dots. Or the neck.
This goblin bit him.
And never go to sleep near forest lakes - after all, suicides also went there. Girls, mostly. They drowned. So at night they will call you there. If there are only guys on the shore, then it’s okay, they’ll figure it out, but if there’s a girl among them, then write is gone - the spirit will be beautiful, they’ll say, they say, the water is warm, let’s take a swim, and some fools will take it and climb.
Here the village was near the forest for thirty years - it was convenient, good - mushrooms, firewood, all kinds of medicinal herbs. They would have lived normally, but the evil spirits from the forest to the houses pearl, as if visiting. It used to happen that the hostess would wake up in the morning, go to the barn - and the cow had almost no milk, and what was left was terribly bitter. And if the udder is also in the blood, then it’s sure that some imps of milk came to drink at night. And some of the guests who returned late, they saw them anyway. It used to be that a man was walking, and a cat was sitting on the fence, his eyes shining. Well, a man is tipsy, for him any living creature is like native person. Well, he will come up, call him affectionately as soon as he starts, stretch his hand to him and see that this is not a cat at all, but some kind of shaggy and shabby skull sits on the fence and not his eyes, but empty eye sockets. And he clicks his teeth. As soon as a person crosses himself - and there is nothing, the night is moonlit, bright. So we tried not to walk around at night.
There was such a case - the newcomers built their own house (it was a long time ago), they decided to live. Looks kind of like good people, became friends even with ours. And then more and more often they began to come squeezed out, as if stones were being dragged at night. We ask: “What?”, And they just wave their hand. Then they said that every night someone walks through their rooms. Footsteps are not heard, and the floorboards creak. Sometimes someone will be noticed in the corner, someone is standing there and looking at them, but the owners cannot even move - fear has shackled them. Or the baby will wake up in the morning covered in bruises. Yes, there were a lot of things, until they called someone from the city and they dug up the whole basement for them. It turns out that during the war there was already a village here, so from there all the peasants were driven to work, and women with children were shot and thrown into a pit. And on this pit the house was just built. So they immediately left there, they didn’t even begin to sell the house - it was boarded up and stood there, all the kids ran there.
Oh, and they told us a lot about this house! Of course, they probably came a lot, but one kid with white temples came running somehow, told how he looked out the window, and someone's terrible mug looked at him from there. The lower half of the mouth, he says, no, the eyes are indented and green, there are brown tatters on the face. So after that, the children were forbidden to go there, but who obeyed ... One cub fell from the roof (it’s good that it worked out), others fell into the floor and broke their legs, some heard screams from there, but everyone already believed in it - it used to be at night, when there is not even a moon, you go to the house, you wait until the wind stops - and from the house a quiet groan or scream comes. And the dogs generally ran around him on the tenth road - if they run with the owners, they bark, as if there is a herd of bears, and if you get even closer, they howl and run away, you won’t call you with any screams. Then they burned the house, away from sin ...
But it already happened to me. He was small, he was left alone at home. Well, I started to misbehave, of course, I found matches that were hidden from me. “Oh, what joy!” - I sit on the floor, set fire to them, and they burn for a second and immediately go out, as if someone is blowing out. I laugh - I light it, the match flares up and immediately blows out - but there is no breath or breeze! I told my parents when they came - they prescribed, of course, they said that it was my guardian angel who helped me.
There was a lot going on in the houses. Households are the same. It often happened that there were no mice or cockroaches in the house, and at night there was fuss and groaning behind the stove. In the afternoon, for no reason at all, the cats who had them began to roll on the floor, purr and play with the air - almost everyone had it, apparently, the old men love cats. But not everyone was like that. It happened that the cups of people in an empty room would fall off the table by themselves, or someone would hit on the cheek at night. You wake up and there is no one.
In this case, they say, one should ask whether the brownie has come for good or for worse. After all, he can both help and harm, if the owners did not pour milk for him and did not put him behind the stove.
There was another case when demons tortured a witch at home. Then the communists ruled, they were opposed to obscurantism, and so that our village would not have problems, the inhabitants themselves drove their witch out into the swamps. This was before the war, I was not even born then. So, some residents (women, of course) often ran to her. Well, once, after a strong, strong thunderstorm, they stumbled upon her body. I was told that all the windows in the hut were smashed out, there were black spots everywhere from the inside, as if someone had burned matches, and the grandmother herself huddled in the corner, and there she died of fear.
They also say that drunkards and fools have their own guardian angels, especially fools who have not committed any evil. There were many cases, I can't remember them all. How many drunkards German shells were disassembled into parts, but not a single one exploded (we have this rubbish scattered all over the forest, now at least the diggers come, find and hand over where they need to, but before this was not the case). They are harmless, village drunkards. And not only them. We had a case with Vanka the Fool. On Easter, people went to church in one crowd, and he was nailed somewhere behind (I was small then, but I remember well). It was windy then and it was raining. And when Vanka stopped to pick something up from the ground, the wind blew especially hard and the old wooden pole (they say that they forgot to paint it with some special paint so as not to rot) broke in the middle and collapsed right in front of his nose along with the wires . The fool fell, people immediately rushed to him, and there was not a scratch on him, only his face was all white-white, like ammonium chloride - although he was a fool, he realized how lucky he was. There were a lot of tales about how stupid he was - they said that he was strongly bewitched, and he got off on this basis, they said that he quarreled with the witch and she cursed him - before that, a normal guy was, one might say, the first guy on village.
Away in the forest there is an abandoned village. Not even a village, but just a couple of half-burnt houses (there was a war at that time). Now everything is overgrown with young growth, even trees grow through the roofs. Nobody goes there - who went, said that even if there is hubbub and chatter in the forest, it is always quiet and gloomy in that place, even there are no birds and insects. They said that when you come there, it seems that there are a lot of people there - this never happens in the forest, but you just feel it there, they say that someone walks between the half-burned walls, watches through the cracks.
There's a lot going on in the old forests, so newbies like you might not feel comfortable here.