Stories about unusual things on a hike. Horror stories. Devil out of the woods
In August 1989, a group of students - two boys and two girls - committed hiking trip in the Pamir mountains. In the Tutek Gorge, tourists stopped for the night on the banks of a mountain river that flowed there.
I have detailed testimony from two participants in this campaign, which had a terrifying ending.
About how and why the hike was interrupted and the students were in a hurry to return home, Elena Gladova from Chelyabinsk reports the following: “We set up a tent and went to bed. We were woken up in the middle of the night strange noises as if someone was moving a strong, weighty hand along the outside of the tent. Under her pressure, the canvas canopy began to shake.
And then things suddenly started flying around the tent - boxes of matches, cigarettes, jars of cream. The cellophane bag in which my cosmetic items lay fluttered out of the backpack and hovered in the air... We lit matches, looked, dumbfounded, at all this horror, not understanding anything. Marina, my friend, reached out with her hand to a massive portable flashlight. And he took the lantern and came to life - it moved and crawled away from his hand to the side.
Then Marina screamed wildly. And in the light of the lit matches we saw a healthy hunting knife hovering in the air at her throat. Another participant in our hike, Nikolai, had previously put this knife under his pillow, and the knife was then in a leather case. And now he hung in the air, his naked blade flashing.”
The frightened students hastily left the tent. And everything immediately stopped: things stopped flying, the lantern stopped crawling by itself, and the knife fell to the floor of the tent, as if dropped by an invisible hand... Until the morning, the guys sat by the fire, discussing what had happened.
It was barely dawn when the guys went fishing. One went upstream of a mountain river, and the other went downstream.
A couple of hours later, Nikolai returned to the tent, trembling and with a face as white as chalk.
What's the matter? - Marina was alarmed. -Are you sick?
“I saw Olga,” Nikolai said in a whisper, literally chattering his teeth with fear.
Whom? - Marina asked in bewilderment.
My fiancee Olga.
I must tell you here that three years before the events in the Tutek Gorge, which I am now briefly describing, Nikolai fell in love with a girl named Olga. She reciprocated, and the young people decided to get married. The wedding was scheduled for the fall of 1986, and in the summer of the same year Nikolai and Olga, avid tourists, went on a hike in the mountains as part of a large student group... Olga did not return from the hike.
She fell to her death, falling from a cliff into a gorge. The most terrible thing is that this happened in front of Nikolai.
Elena Gladova couldn’t believe her ears when she heard Nikolai’s words. She personally knew Olga at one time and knew all the circumstances of her death.
Have you seen Olga? - she was amazed.
Yes. I was sitting and fishing... I take my eyes off the float of the fishing rod, accidentally turn my head and see that Olga is sitting about five meters away from me on the bank of the river. She sits on a stone as if alive and sadly looks at the water. I screamed. But she didn’t pay any attention to my frightened cry... Girls, you can’t even imagine how scared I was! He grabbed the fishing rod and ran away - away from the ghost. He ran a hundred steps away and looked back. I see Olga sitting in the same place. I ran back and looked back again... He’s sitting!
What was she wearing? - Elena asked.
Yes, in the same dress in which we buried her. You yourself were at the funeral. “I must remember that dress,” Nikolai said in a lost voice. - That's it, girls. Put out the fire, pack your things. Let's get out of this ominous place immediately.
Things were collected, the tent was packed into a bale.
After consulting, our young tourists decided to go back. They lost all desire to move further up the mountains along the Tutek Gorge with its ghosts and household items flying at night... All day long, four travelers with backpacks on their shoulders quickly walked along a route that was already well known to them. They had one thought - to quickly get out of the gorge. But they had to stop for the night in the same gorge.
Before the students had time to fall asleep, a breeze blew through the tent. A portable lantern floated into the air, surrounded by garlands of matchboxes, spoons and forks. The sleeping bags began to twitch on their own.
The tourists rushed screaming from the tent.
And they saw an extraordinary sight.
Behind a low hill - about three hundred meters from the tent - stood a powerful cone-shaped column of bluish light. It fell vertically to the ground from a tremendous height from a point source similar to a spotlight. What he saw was breathtaking; there was something mysteriously majestic in this ray.
The cone-shaped light pole stood motionless behind the hill for about ten minutes. And then it went out, as if an unknown hand in the sky pressed a button and turned it off.
One of my acquaintances, a mountain hiker, told me this story.
Further from the narrator's perspective:
We moved from the village to the mountains. It was a wonderful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. A kilometer from the village we found strawberry thickets, ate our fill and moved on. On the first day we climbed one peak (it was very difficult to climb). Our guide showed us from the top of Hoverla on the horizon, showed us the Montenegrin ridge and in which direction Transylvania is located. We went down at about five o'clock, took a break below, and, happy and well-fed, went on. Here it must be said that it gets dark quite quickly in the mountains, as soon as the sun sets behind the mountains. It was getting towards evening, we were walking along one of the ridges and decided that we needed to look for a place to spend the night. Below, to our left, an almost bare slope began, and then it was quite dark and dense Pine forest. In general, we collected firewood, lit a fire, and set up tents. The girls prepared dinner and we all ate together. We made some tea (ordinary black tea in the mountains with the addition of herbs is something) and began to tell stories. Meanwhile, the sun had already set and the sky was overcast, although the sun had been shining all day. Well, we told a few stories by the fire and gradually began to disperse to our tents. I went down to the forest to relieve myself before going to bed. Downstairs, when I turned off the flashlight, I already felt uneasy. This is a very creepy feeling when you are standing in the dark, there is an ancient forest around you, and you are constantly listening and peering into the darkness (though, when you turn on a flashlight, it gets even worse, because you only see tree trunks, the light of the flashlight does not penetrate further, but anyone in the forest can see you perfectly).
So, I returned to my tent and climbed into it. I talked with the girls some more, then they decided that it was time to go to bed, they turned off the flashlight, they lay down, but no one could sleep. Here, somewhere else, lightning flashed and the rain began to beat on the tarpaulin of the tent in large drops. One of the girls whined quietly, I calmed her down, rolled over and tried to fall asleep. But then I heard footsteps. Of course, at first I thought that it was one of our people (there were three of us in tents) who went outside, but the steps... they were too heavy. It was as if someone very large was slowly moving from foot to foot. And walked around our tents. I pulled the ax closer to me and was very glad then that our tent had a “dressing room”. In general, I don’t know how long these steps continued, but in the end sleep overcame fear and I fell asleep. The next morning it turned out that everyone heard the steps, but no one left the tents. Everyone lay there and was afraid. It was a terrible night...
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- Finally! – the traveler rejoiced, taking on an armful of branches, he walked briskly towards the light.
But, having reached the place, there was no sign of any fire. There was a small old house in the clearing. There was a light on in the window.
“You can’t spend the night in the forest without a fire and a tent, when you have a roof over your head,” the traveler thought and knocked on the door.
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— Do you have family and friends? – the old lady suddenly asked.
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The story happened to my friend many years ago when he was a student. In the summer, during the holidays, he and three of his friends decided to go hiking in Western Ukraine. Moreover, it was supposed to travel some distance by train (to a certain settlement), walk partly, and sail partly along the river on an inflatable boat.
They reached the village, stocked up on provisions, and walked through the forest to the river. They had a map with them, but probably not of very high quality, because they walked for a long time, evening was approaching, and the river near which they planned to stop was not at the indicated place. And suddenly, on the path along which they were walking, a grandmother appeared, warmly dressed in a precocious manner. The tired guys asked her how far it was to the river. The grandmother looked at them carefully and said: “There is no river here.” It would be better if you guys returned home. Because there's a black cat walking around here. She will eat you and drink you” (grandmother’s spelling). Deciding that the old woman had lost her mind, the guys, laughing, walked on and very soon came to the river that was on the map. Here they pitched a tent, inflated the boat, prepared dinner, and, on the occasion of the long-awaited rest, drank a bottle of Port wine. Yes, skeptics, four healthy, athletic guys drank a bottle of wine, and most of bottles fell to Genka Ya. (I’ll call him that!).
As you understand, there was no total intoxication. The guys sat near the fire, sang songs with a guitar, and began to go to bed. They had a double tent, and Genka volunteered to spend the night under open air in an inflatable boat, so that (in his words) “no one snores in your ear!” We fell asleep quickly, it affected exercise stress during the day. Next, according to my friend, this is what happened: in the middle of the night, three friends in a tent were awakened by loud meowing. Even this was not a meow, but rather a howl. Moreover, the sound was increasing, with modulation that gave goosebumps. There was a full moon in the sky, and the shadow of a large cat was moving across the tent. The cat not only walked around the tent, but also tried to tear through the fabric with its claws. The guys clearly saw claws from inside the tent when the cat, growling and howling, tried to get inside. My friend said that the only thought of those in the tent was the thought of Genk, who was sleeping outside. The horror they experienced (I remembered the words of the strange grandmother) made them unable to do anything. The cat howled and scratched into the tent almost until dawn, fortunately the summer nights were short.
Even after everything calmed down, the guys did not immediately crawl out of the tent. And what did they see? Genka was lying on the grass, completely naked (his things were piled up next to him), and the inflatable boat was missing. When everyone woke him up, it turned out that he had heard nothing and absolutely did not understand what had happened. The boat was found half an hour later: it was hanging high on a tree. With great difficulty we managed to remove it. That's all. There are no explanations.