From the memories of adults
Story selection: Adults faced mystical events that made them think about life
When I was a child, I told my mom that I saw her being born with my own eyes. I stood outside the maternity hospital in a gray and cold morning, looking at the second-floor windows waiting for her to come into the world. There were two other people with me, but I don't remember them. Mom was really born in the morning, in December.
(Moxxxi)
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When I was little and sitting in the corner on the bench, an old woman dressed as a widow entered our room, dressed like a widow – in a black dress, like those worn by widows at the end of the 19th century - the beginning of the 20th century, and in a black scarf. She sat down with her back to the window and looked at the wall in silence. Her face was stern. Only once she smiled at me, barely noticeably. For some reason, I thought she was my great-grandmother. She sat alone, there was only me in the room. She was silent, but I suppose she once said that she was visiting my grandmother, but she was told that my grandmother was not at home. When I grew up and decided to find out when my great-grandmother had died, I was amazed to know that she died before I was born. She liked to sit by the window and be silent, and she dressed the same way.
(timidation)
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A group of teenagers, about 15-16 years old, including me, decided that it would be interesting to test our courage. And we couldn't think of anything better than to go to the cemetery at night (it's located in the woods, behind the cemetery is a swamp). We went, agreeing that we would go one after another deeper in and then come back. Well, I went. There is a fork in the path — one trail, better, along the cemetery, and the other, overgrown, that leads past the oldest graves towards the swamp. I went to the fork, turned onto the good path. I walk, walk, and suddenly realize that I am not where I should be, the old graves are almost finished... I turn back, reach the fork without problems, try to go along the cemetery again, and again I am on the overgrown path towards the swamp. Now I start to get scared, I turn back, but I no longer understand where the fork is. It didn't even occur to me to call the others for help. And then, when I was starting to panic a little, suddenly something grabs me by the hand! And I feel good and calm. This unknown force takes me by the hand and leads me to my grandmother's and grandfather's graves — and disappears. From there to the edge of the forest is just an arm's length away...
(AtiragraM)