Julia Njord
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Mysticism and drama from life.
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How does she know me?
In the 80s I worked as a department store manager. At that time it was in a very good position. We lived well. 4-room apartment in the center of the resort town, house outside the city, husband, beautiful daughter. Yes, yes, in that order. The material side of life interested me the most. I measured everything and everything in money. I even mistreated my mother. My mother lived in the village with her drunken husband.
By Julia Njord5 months ago in Horror
A cursed house with a killer ghost
My grandfather was never an inventor or a lover of lies. One day we were sitting with him after dinner, talking, and our conversation touched on the topic of the other world. I was sure that my grandfather would only laugh at me, but he remained completely serious and told me a story from his youth, which I could not get out of my head for a long time.
By Julia Njordabout a year ago in Horror
How our late mother-in-law visited us
In 2012, I went to a sanatorium. My roommate's name was Clara. We went to the procedures together, and in the evening we sat in the room, drank tea and had leisurely conversations. One day my neighbor told me a story from her life. Here's her story.
By Julia Njordabout a year ago in Horror
Damn piano
In the nineties, residents' meetings were held periodically in our cooperative house. Let me explain: a cooperative is a community in which all issues of placement and contacts with external organizations are resolved at a general meeting. It's like a communal apartment the size of a residential building. Residents talked about home improvement, made up schedules of subbotniks, exchanged numbers of familiar locksmiths and electricians. I was ten years old at the time. Sometimes my mother took me with her to such meetings. It should be noted that we moved into this house a few months ago and hardly knew anyone.
By Julia Njordabout a year ago in Horror
The mistress of the cursed apartment
The word "mysticism" came to us from Antiquity. Then it meant "a secret that is hidden from everyone. " Today, mystical knowledge is no secret to anyone and people are immersed in it with their heads. And only one thing still remains unknown: what awaits the daredevil beyond the dark threshold of the other world.
By Julia Njordabout a year ago in Horror
The husband who was replaced
My husband disappeared six months ago. One day he just went to work and never came home. This event shocked all the neighbors, because this has never happened in our quiet suburb surrounded by white lace fences. The police launched an investigation; a neighborhood watch went around the neighborhood, but no one found a single clue that could clarify what had happened to him. Our families struggled in vain with grief. Not so long ago, the last posters with the inscription "wanted" with my husband's face disappeared, torn down, or buried under new ads. The police contacted me less and less, and gradually the calls stopped. I have accepted a new reality. No matter how difficult it was, I admitted that my Martin would never come back.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror