Julia Njord
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Mysticism and drama from life.
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The evil spirit from the painting
It was in the fall of 2007; I had just moved from the village to the city; I inherited a very nice 3-room apartment. I really liked everything about it, except for one place, in my bedroom opposite the bed, the wall was completely bare. This annoyed me terribly. I decided to drop by the nearest furniture store after work and buy a mirror.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
Types of domestic evil spirits: who else lives with you
The house is always full of tenants, both visible and not visible to the ordinary human eye. The most famous, perhaps, otherworldly inhabitant is a Brownie. But besides him, Evil Spirits and many other creatures can live at home. Each creature is special and has its own special functions, sometimes useful and sometimes destructive. Let's talk about them in more detail.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
Energy Thief: how are they dangerous and how to protect themselves? Read it and save yourself!
The thief of energy is a strong magical effect on a person, capable of taking away all the benefits: health, wealth, success, beauty and even youth. There are many stories in folklore about how old witches took away their youth from young girls, and their wealth from the well - off.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
The Curse of the Crying Woman: The Real Story
I live in a small town near Bordeaux. As in any city, there are skeletons in the closet, stories and dark legends. My dad first told this story when I was about ten years old on Christmas Eve, and since then he likes to mention it at every opportunity, especially when he wants to scare someone ....
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
Basement of house No. 13
My husband then went on a business trip for a month, my son and my cat Sue stayed on the farm. That's when my washing machine crashed. You know, such a thing, not yet similar to modern ones, but with a spin in the form of two rollers and a curved starter.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
Notes of an ambulance doctor
I work as an ambulance doctor. Among the various reasons I have to refer to the death certificate. Now I will tell you about three cases, three deaths, because of which for the rest of my days I will wake up in a cold sweat and stare into the darkness with horror, until my eyes hurt. Nothing united these three people during their lifetime: a pensioner. A representative of the old intelligentsia. A middle-aged man; probably without a certain kind of occupation, except professional alcoholism, and a student of a technical university. They were united by death under extremely similar circumstances.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
An obsession that didn't end in a mental hospital
This story happened about 10 years ago with Beatrice, a cousin of my friend Veronica. At that time, they were both young girls (both 23-25 years old), cheerful and reckless. In the summer, they usually left for the entire holiday season in some southern city, rented a small apartment there and got a job (both worked in the catering industry). I sometimes broke out for a week or two to visit them, and they always willingly accepted me, because "The more people, the cheaper the accommodation," Beatrice laughed.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
The story of an orphan: when hope is taken away twice
How is it, Daniel? Are they in their right mind? The child just got used to it. Everything got better... Mr. Ethan hung up and frowned. He worked as the director of this orphanage in a small provincial town for almost 20 years and managed to see everyone. Among his students were those who were returned by foster parents. But usually these are children with severe pathologies, and even then it is extremely rare. When people did not calculate their own strength and faced a problem that turned out to be unsolvable for them. Mr. Ethan did not condemn, even pitied such couples. In the end, they wanted the best.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Confessions
Secrets of a quiet dacha
Why do you think a skeptic does not believe and demands reliable evidence until he himself comes face to face with evil spirits? I think it's not difficult to find an answer: a skeptic is afraid that recognizing the existence of something beyond understanding will destroy the entire system of his assessment and perception of reality. In other words, there will be the same "pattern break" and "sudden bricks" with which some storytellers spice up their stories. Here is my father's story about paranormal activity. From the first person (names changed).
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror
The friend who destroyed the family
"We have this Tiffany again," Max thought as soon as he crossed the threshold of the house. He came home from work tired, hungry and didn't want to communicate at all. Tiffany is special. Max just couldn't stomach it organically. And not because she's his wife's friend. And it's not even a matter of banal jealousy. It's just that after Tracy and Tiffany talked, there were always scandals in their family. Tiffany, in his absence, "teaches" his wife how to "properly treat a man." Or, more precisely, to drive him under your heel. And after Tiffany left, it started: "You have to", "You have to", "Are you a man or what?".
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Confessions
Ex-husband
Can you imagine what it would be like to hear at the age of twenty-nine that I might not live to be thirty anymore? I was silent, the doctor was saying something, talking, and I was looking at a crooked, tasteless picture hanging on the wall, and was silent. The worst part is that I didn't know if I wanted to live to be thirty. Maybe it's for the best?
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Confessions
I saw "his" fingers: the night I barely survived
I live alone, in a rented apartment, and because of my work; I often have to stay up late at the computer. It was already more than two o'clock in the morning. The window was ajar for ventilation, in general – an ordinary summer night. Then my attention was attracted by some strange noise, some rustling or something like that; I looked around, did not immediately determine where the sound was coming from. And then it started.
By Julia Njord2 years ago in Horror