In 1991, the four of us went to the BAM taiga to earn money (I wanted a motorcycle). We were going to harvest ferns for the Japanese. We lived in a remote half-station of one barrack with outbuildings. There were no people around except us: one hunter and a couple of half-breeders taking care of the household.
One day before departure we decided with a bumpkin to go once more for a fern (in the morning we had already brought thirtysomething, but the money does not be much). At about 16-17 went: from the barracks for 7 kilometers on the embankment with the tracks, then left. Through the right-of-way the sparsely-passable thickets with the deadwood, and in 200 meters there started small hillocks with a very pure and bright birch forest (remember it).
Who collected, that knows - you plow, especially on the side do not look. Gathering myself, thinking about the good. Sunshine, May greenery, birds are singing. All of a sudden the horror, no, the horror!!!!! is piling up. Just like an animal, turns inside out, I want to curl up under a blanket and close my eyes. I lift my head and look for a stub. He was twenty meters away, just like me, standing still and looking at me with his eyes bulging with horror. The forest immediately became not bright and joyful, but silent and dangerous. And a ringing silence all of a sudden. Without a word, the good things were thrown. I can't remember how I reached the embankment - only my trousers and jacket were in tatters (we ran through bushes and dead wood). We panted a little. I to it - what is it? He - I don't know, but it is scary-oh!!! Let's go to the barracks. We are afraid to run. The fear has let go a little, but hair on hands as the electrified.
We reached the barracks at dusk, the last 500 meters we ran for all our lives. And all the way along the edge of the bushes, parallel to us, young growth (young trees grown after the fire, 2-3 meters tall) was moving, as if someone was walking. We both saw it distinctly, because the movement of the tops was very different. We told the hunter, he forbade everyone to leave the barracks and started locking the door of the barracks at night. And he went to bed with a carbine.
After that I didn't go into the woods for a long time, and I still do it only with a gun. I tell at once: both were absolutely sober, cheerful, not tired!!! nothing smoked or sniffed!!! Didn't see or hear anything - I mentioned the clear woods for a reason - you could see a long way around. Nothing suspicious. I'm writing now, and goosebumps are marching - how I shook.
P.S. I was doing hand-to-hand fighting at that time, had more than twenty bricks smashed against my head, and was not afraid of anybody in my youth and stupidity - I mean that I was not snotty and impressionable.
And in general I met a lot of strange things. Decided to create a theme on a city forum, to listen to who had what incomprehensible were. Laughing at 90 percent, listed in the potheads and alcoholics, and I do not use! Only a few said they had encountered the unexplainable, mostly house people. And I have seen, and was not alone in doing so. And how my Staff was hysterical - throwing himself on the corner of the kitchen, but you can see that he was afraid to approach (scared the hell out of my wife - she got up at night to drink water and thought he was throwing himself at her, I dragged her into the hallway, and the dog does not pay attention to us). And how the interior door suddenly opened wide and then closed FULLY the same way!!! It was winter, all the windows and doors were caulked shut. Zero drafts. And lots of other things.
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