Scary stories from people about the hike. Horror stories. Night in the forest
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 any 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.
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 two-person 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.
How I love sitting by the fire! I could look at him all night. I sat alone near the fire. Everyone was asleep. It’s dark all around, and only the fire illuminates a small piece of the clearing. There are a lot of tents around, the owners of which are already sleeping.
Start over. At the end of the school year, our class decided to go hiking and spend the night in the forest for a few days. Our teacher and her friend came with us.
And here I am sitting in front of the fire. I don’t know how long I sat there, but I decided to go to my tent to sleep when I realized that I was falling asleep. I lay down more comfortably, but the sleep seemed to have evaporated. I lay there for a long time and could not sleep. I tossed and turned, trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep, but sleep did not come. I heard something moving not far from my tent. I went out to see who was there, but I didn’t see anyone. I thought they were classmates.
“Come on, come out, it’s not funny, and especially not scary,” I said.
But no one responded; on the contrary, they became quiet.
I stood and waited for someone to come out. I stood there for a minute and was about to leave when the figure of a girl appeared from the bushes. She looked at me intently. The girl was very pale, with wet hair and white lips, and her eyes were very red. There were cuts on some parts of the body.
- Who are you? Do you need help? - I asked.
The answer is silence. I felt terrified, and I rushed to my tent. I climbed into it and closed the entrance, took out my knife, put a flashlight next to it and sat down. A moment later I heard footsteps. Someone approached the tent. It was that girl. She stood near the entrance and began to slowly walk around the tent. Walking around, she returned to the entrance and sat down. She sat down and just sat. I also just sat silently. Without moving.
How long I sat like that, I don’t know. I was so tired during the day that even fear did not prevent me from falling asleep.
I woke up very early. The entrance to the tent was open, although I clearly remember that I closed it. I went to see if everything was okay in our camp. Yes, everything was fine. I returned and went to bed again.
When I woke up, I was almost speechless from fear: she was lying next to me. I froze, not knowing what to do. For some time I couldn’t even breathe out of fear. A couple of seconds passed and she began to slowly turn her head in my direction. I rushed out of the tent. When I ran out, I was very surprised: there was not a single tent in the clearing, only mine. And it was dark outside, as if it were night, although it was daytime.
She came out of the tent, looked at me and walked towards me. I grabbed a knife that was in a sheath on my belt, made a couple of blows and ran away a couple of meters. She slowly lowered her head and looked at what I had done. There was no emotion on her face, as before. It seemed to me that she didn’t care about the cuts. She raised her head sharply, waited a couple of seconds, and began screaming loudly. This cry was both squeaky and very hoarse. I, looking at her, began to run away. She also started running after me.
I ran into the forest. I ran for a long time. The girl still did not lag behind me. I ran and didn’t look at my feet, but stood there. I stumbled and fell. Getting up and looking back, I saw that I was no longer being pursued. The girl stood about 20 meters from me. I stood up and walked back, not taking my eyes off her, but she stood still. I continued walking, and soon the girl was out of sight. Another twenty minutes of walking and I left the forest. Then I went out onto the road and walked along it.
Soon along the road I came to a village. They helped me contact my parents. I asked about this girl. They immediately understood me and told me the story that the parents of this girl were sentenced to death. No one remembers what her parents did; it was a long time ago. And they decided to kill the girl too. People thought that since she was their daughter, she would also cause problems. So the child died for nothing.
Now this girl walks in the places where she and her parents were buried, and haunts all passers-by.
Everyone who went on the hike with me was not found.
edited news Sunbeam - 29-03-2015, 17:50
I don’t see the point in talking about myself in too much detail. I don't think you'll be interested in this. Let me just say that my name is Evgeniy and I love to travel to the point where my legs tremble, and I often visit different places. Of course, constant travel around the world took me to different hidden corners. Traveling was both funny and sad, but it was never lonely.
I was always with friends or with people who also love to travel. I want to tell you the best of my stories and, of course, the worst of them. I won’t bother you with a long introduction and today I’ll tell you about one of the hikes that my friend and I went on. The funny thing is that he didn’t see anything, because he was sleeping peacefully, and at that time I... In general, it was in the midst of summer.
Maksimka and I, he was about thirty years old at the time, it should be noted that we were the same age, were going camping for the weekend. We weren’t seen in serious relationships with girls at that time, so no one stopped us, and we happily loaded our tents and moved towards the endless Russian expanses. The weather was wonderful: the sun was hot and the mood was excellent. We drove quite far, or rather deep - into the very depths of the forest. Fortunately, our off-road vehicle allowed this, and, having unloaded our backpacks and tents, cheerfully discussing our wonderful journey, we began to prepare a camp site. A little beer with fish, in the evening barbecue on the fire and under the crackling of dry branches and bright sparks flying from the fire, illuminating the forest thicket, we are already discussing life’s problems. In general, the trip was a success! And with a pleasant warmth in our stomachs and trembling in our souls, we went to bed.
This is where the backstory ends. Max had been asleep for a long time, while I was planning my life to the singing of crickets and other forest animals. Oh, yes, if you haven’t guessed yet, we went to sleep not in the open air, but in rather cozy tents. We decided to take one big one, so Max was snoring somewhere nearby. It was because of this that I did not immediately hear how someone’s snoring began to come from the street. Somewhere there, behind the rag door of the tent, there was clearly someone. At first it was even breathing, then a snorting, but when the sound was heard very close, I began to feel it more and more clearly. My head lay against the very wall of the tent, and I clearly heard someone’s hot breathing a centimeter from my face. Of course, whether it was hot or cold, I could not know. It was all a play of my imagination, driven by terrible fear. He shackled my limbs, and I couldn’t move, and when Maxim suddenly decided to turn over on the other side in his sleep, I almost gave in, despite the fact that, it seemed, I couldn’t do it. But adrenaline was already boiling in my blood, and it was becoming difficult for me to control myself. Meanwhile, what was walking on the other side of the tent came so close that it slightly pressed a tubercle on the rag wall, apparently sniffing out a tidbit, which could very well be me. Snorting once again, someone began to move away. Only now large goosebumps ran from my back all over my body, lifting every hair of mine. I did not dare to leave the tent, but in the morning I looked with curiosity at the strange footprints near our overnight stay. These were prints human hands and legs. Of course, Max and I decided that these were his and my footprints left after we set up the tent during the day. It seems like they agreed on this. But this was only the beginning of my travels and adventures, so then this version was the only one. And only now I realized that these were not the tracks of Max and me.
In the following stories you will understand that the world is not as simple as you see it.
A story that a friend told me. We gathered one summer evening at the dacha. At about 12 o'clock it was already dark, we sat and talked about mysticism and ghosts. Then Lika, an extreme girl, as we call her, comes to our veranda. Every year, she and her friends - a group of six people - amuse themselves by going on vacation in cars in the summer to go hiking in the Moscow region. On average, their journey takes no less than five days. For obvious reasons, we don’t go with her - we’re small, our parents don’t let us...
At first, my friend sat silently, listening to our crazy ideas and stories about how ghosts take away people’s souls, and then, completely shutting us up, she told her story.
I am writing in the first person.
“Last summer in July we went to Yaroslavl.
We drove for several hours, arrived tired, parked the car and went for a walk, sightseeing and just having fun. Accordingly, we only had money for food, and it was late in the evening; we had to find a parking lot where we could put up tents. We passed a city and some village, and then there was a country road leading into the forest, there we found a recreation area, and a little further and to the left there was a boarding house and Kid `s camp. Between them is a gorgeous, huge clearing, hidden between the trees so that it was not visible from the outside. We were just happy - the sun had not set yet, which meant we wouldn’t have to turn on the flashlights and suffer in the dark assembling our tents.
And so we, walking through the forest and laughing merrily, collected branches and went back. Having gotten a little lost and wandering through the forest, we came across an old cemetery, fenced with a small fence; not far away, an unfamiliar village could be seen through the tree branches. But to get to her, you have to go straight through the cemetery. Having dumped branches on Sasha, we, tired, decided to take a bold step. As we passed by, we looked at the rickety tombstones and crosses. I felt a little uncomfortable, and I hurried after Sasha, who was walking slightly ahead of us. We went out onto the road and looked - Vicky was gone. She stands next to the outermost grave, looking at the barely visible face. Moreover, the grave is located, as it were, on the outskirts, separate from everyone else and a little further away. The soil was fresh, apparently the grave had been dug the other day.
Beautiful... - she drawled, looking at this photograph. I glanced briefly at the photo and quickly pulled her by the hand onto the road.
You can't look at the dead! - I was very superstitious and timid. The friend snorted, pulled her hand away and headed forward along the road. Having reached the village, we asked the residents, and we were almost escorted to the tents. And there was one... hmm... person who insolently made eyes at Sasha.
On the way, we collected more branches and dumped them into a common pile. It got completely dark, and finally, having had dinner, the boys suggested continuing their vacation, turned on the music, and sat down by the dying fire, cheerfully discussing the trip. I was very thirsty, there was a five-liter canister next to my leg, which one of the guys had prudently grabbed.
Perhaps half an hour passed, and in the light of the fire we noticed a girl. In the light of the fire, her face looked gloomy, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder looked a little scary - a trick of the light.
Stop making noise! You're disturbing your sleep! - she spoke quietly, but we heard her normally, despite the music.
Sorry, we quickly turned off the speakers. The music stopped - the girl disappeared. Her face seemed strangely familiar to me.
Sash, - we walked together all day, he probably knows who this person is - we haven’t seen her anywhere?
Hmm... this is the village fool who pestered me... - the guy said thoughtfully. Then Vika, silent and frightened, blurted out:
It's that girl from the cemetery! Her photo!
Yeah,” he says, “that’s what I see, the face is prettier than the village one, even though I’m getting married now!”
We laughed at her even then, settling on the general theory that it was most likely a counselor from the camp. They probably brought the watchman, so he sent her to go teach us a lesson. In general, after some time we turn on the speakers again, but they don’t work - they hiss, as if water had been poured into them. There was no rain, and the treasured canister stood far from the speakers inside the car. Okay, we think it’s not our destiny to listen to music today. We scattered to the tents. The next morning we pack our things and go home, in fact, the end point. The music in the speakers also hissed. And the car is new - there seems to be nothing to hiss. And then separately about Sasha.