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I spent my entire childhood in my house, my parents did not allow me to go further than the yard, because there was a forest nearby and you never know what could happen to a little girl there. The forbidden fruit is sweet, every day I looked out the window at this forest, it seemed as if it was alive. The trees whispered to each other, and it seemed to me that they saw me and looked at me in the same way as I looked at them. Spruce trees were visible in the foreground; they were so dark that looking at them became a little creepy. And now I’m already a grown girl, but the desire never goes away. Yes, I decided to disobey my parents.

One day I decided to go there and see what was there. In the morning I collected all the most necessary things, some food and went to that place. But I couldn’t go there, something pulled my hand, I just stood on the line between me and the forest. I turned around and went back home. My heart was beating like crazy, I tried to disobey my parents’ orders. I needed to calm myself down. After I took a bath, I sat on the windowsill again and looked into the distance. It was too difficult for me to get ready again and go there, I had to do it gradually. I decided that I would go to that place every day and until I felt that I was ready, I would not go there.

So two weeks passed, and I felt that I could go there. A light breeze blew on me, it was so warm and gentle that my body was warmed by it. I got up and went straight into the forest. There was a small path that was clearly trodden by a person. I realized that walking along such a path, I would definitely not get lost and would return home on time. Only in the forest do you understand how silence really sounds. There was absolutely no one around me, and the trees lined up so evenly that they formed a kind of arch. It got completely dark.

I decided that it was time to return home and continue my journey tomorrow, but as soon as I turned around, something unimaginable happened. There were several paths around me, although I clearly remembered that there was only one. Which one to choose? How to get home? I didn't know. And then something stirred in the bushes. It moved quickly and suddenly a large wolf's muzzle peeked out from behind the trees. But it was not a wolf. The wolf should be small, like a dog. And this creature had gigantic size, it was much bigger than me. Fangs became visible; this creature's teeth were white, like the clouds in the sky. All the fur stood up and looked like the spines of a hedgehog. It became scary. What will happen to me? I will die? Really now?

It began to approach, and my first reflex worked instantly, I didn’t even have time to think. My legs ran so fast that it seemed to me that I could now overtake a whole car. But it was faster and stronger than me. I didn’t look back, something attacked me from behind, and I hit my head on a stone. That's the last thing I remembered from this situation. I woke up in an incomprehensible hut. But I knew for sure that a person lived in it. It was tidied up, the stove was flooded, and there were flowers on the table. My head was bursting with pain; it felt as if my brain had simply melted. It was too difficult to get out of bed; it was easier to just lie in it, so the head would hurt less. The door opened and a man walked in, he had pronounced Brown eyes, hair black as night, and facial features rough. A wolf skin hung on his shoulders. My heart was beating with excitement; I didn’t know what kind of person he was. With the same menacing gaze, he looked at me and asked how I ended up in the forest. Didn't they ever tell me not to go into this forest? Of course, they said, but curiosity for a woman is, first of all.

A minute later I recognized him as that same monster. . But I thought they only exist in fairy tales, but it turns out that fairy tales sometimes come to life. He told me that he was born this way, that he simply cannot control himself when night comes and I simply cannot survive that night. He had no sympathy, he didn’t want to let me go, supporting a person’s life in order for the meat to taste better was, of course, insensitive. He was hungry, but I didn’t want to become dinner either. The only reason, why I survived was because he was full that night, and I stayed for later. After he left, I waited a few minutes and found the strength to break out the window and run away somewhere. I agreed to everything except death. My legs carried me forward. It was already getting dark. Without stopping for a minute, my legs kept rushing and rushing, and then I heard a terrible wolf howl. He's chasing me. And now I see the edge of the forest, here is my last push, and the wolf is already behind me. A couple of seconds and I jump out of the forest threshold, turn around and see these glowing eyes. He couldn't get out of it. I was saved. I will never go into this forest again.

From 6-12-2019, 21:01

This story happened to me and another person, whose real name I will hide and call Andrey.

This happened relatively recently. I met with Andrey, as we agreed, in advance. It was supposed to be a short walk around the nursery located near the city. Nearby there was a bus station with a small shop and a pie shop, but we decided to go to the pie shop and grab something for a mini-picnic after our walk. Andrey had a blanket with him on which we could sit comfortably.
The meeting took place at 19:05. I remember this time well when I paused the music.
Before entering the pie shop, we stood and chatted for a while about everything, but most of the conversation was spent hugging and kissing.
After buying some food, holding hands, Andrey and I went into the forest along the path. We walked quietly, without unnecessary conversations. We just walked and enjoyed the silence, which was sometimes interrupted by the noise of bushes and trees due to the wind, we enjoyed forest air and just being around each other.
Sometimes people passed by or nearby, talked loudly and laughed.
Everything around became especially magical when the sun almost disappeared, leaving behind only a couple of orange rays, and the moon, on the contrary, began to rise above the earth, acquiring the same, or rather a different color, reminiscent of something between orange and yellow.

Dasha lived in the village. When she was little, her mother died. The father drank himself to death. Grandmother took Daria to her village, but when the girl turned 15, her grandmother had a heart attack. Dasha didn’t go back to the city, and there was no one to see. The village was small, everyone knew each other. And nearby is a dense forest. There were rumors that the girl drowned herself in the river. From unhappy love, or from something else. Nobody went there - there was no need for it. You never know what wanders wildly. Of course, the people were superstitious. They believed in mermen, brownies, and other heresies. Dasha was not one of those people, but she still rarely went into the forest. Only when it was needed. Except sometimes, to pick mushrooms and chop wood. There is no man, who will do this? Well, I went to that river, I wasn’t afraid. What are they afraid of? Rumors are rumors, but going unwashed is also not the point.
Somewhere, when she turned 17, a boy from the city appeared. Call me Vitka. No one could understand what brought him to such a wilderness. Looks rich, drives a nice car. He didn’t have anywhere to live in the village, so he asked to go to Daria’s house. Well, she’s a simple girl, she let me in. I didn’t even think about the consequences. And next door to her, in another house, lived Marya Petrovna. Kind woman, caring. She helped Dasha and replaced her grandmother. She didn’t like this guy right away, she told Dasha, but she didn’t want to hear it.
She and Vitya became friends and fell in love. But he just didn’t want to talk about himself, he said that he had lost his memory. And what he remembers, he didn’t want to remember again. "I am life started a new one“I don’t want the past to torment me.” But she didn’t demand it.
About a month later, he took her into the forest. “Come on, relax, let’s go to the river. Nature is sacred." She couldn’t refuse, she went with him. As we went deeper, she stopped recognizing the forest. And he walks, doesn’t stop, as if he knows where to go. And when she asked to go back, he only walked forward more confidently. It smelled damp and rotten. “Swamp,” Dasha was horrified. “Have you really decided to destroy me?” I started to think. What to do? She was unfamiliar with this part of the forest; she had never been here. And there was no need, the river is not so far away, and it was possible to chop firewood without going into the forest. If he tries to run away, he will give chase. Then it will definitely be the end for her.
- Vitechka, where are we going? “she asked softly, trying not to show her fear.
“I want to show you one place, it’s already very close,” the guy said somehow strangely.
- Vitenka, wait here. I need it, I'll come now.
Dasha turned to the side and went behind the bushes. Vitya did not move from his place and only looked after her, and then turned around, sat down on a stump and looked into the distance. Daria ran behind the bushes and quietly walked on. Slowly, trying not to make too much noise, she moved away from him. “What will happen to me now? Oh, woe on my head." She stopped near a birch tree, leaned on it and took several deep breaths. They moved far from the village, quite far into the forest. The day was cloudy, the sun was not visible. The number of firs became larger as they moved deeper. That's bad.
Then something crunched behind Dasha’s back.
- How long are you staying? — Vitya’s voice came from behind.
“This is bad,” thought Daria.
— I'm coming. “She turned around, Vitya was standing very close. She walked ahead of him to where they stopped. Here the girl abruptly jerked to the side, not making out the road. The summer dress made it very difficult to run, and the sandals did not protect from the branches. He was catching up with her. Then she stopped abruptly - a ravine gaped right in front of her. Someone's strong hand grabbed her, and then she felt severe pain in the back of her head and lost consciousness.
She woke up tied to some spruce tree. Nearby you could hear croaking, the clicking of a fire and the grinding of iron. It was like someone was sharpening a knife. He looked around in fear, a fire was burning a little further away, a man was sitting on a fallen trunk, sharpening a knife. It was Vitya. She didn’t recognize him right away, his hair became disheveled, his hands were covered in wool, with long claws. The clothes were torn in some places and fur was sticking out of them. Sounds, grumbling mixed with growling, came from “Vitya”. The creature turned around and Daria was speechless. In front of her was a man with fur on his face, huge fangs and wolfish amber eyes. The nose, also like a wolf, sucked in smells. Dasha lost consciousness.
The girl woke up when it approached her. The creature ran its claw along the girl’s cheek, then licked that place and sharply stuck the knife into the tree next to Daria’s head. He pressed himself against her with his terrible body, which began to look more like a wolf's. The creature whispered something in her ear, burning her with foul breath. The girl tried to move away from him, but the ropes tightly constrained her movements. Then he sank lower, licked her shoulder and forcefully tore her dress with his claws. It tore in the abdominal area. He ran his clawed paw over Daria's skin and went off somewhere. He returned with two pieces of rag. He put one of them in his mouth, leaving only a little outside, and tied the others' mouths. Apparently, no matter what she screamed, and then he left somewhere.
Ten minutes later the creature returned. He gradually began to tear the girl’s dress. Soon only rags hung on her. It began to lick the girl's belly with its long sticky tongue. Then he took the knife and slowly, clearly enjoying it, began to cut through the skin of her shoulder. Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes, her hand was burning. Then the creature scratched her cheek with its claw and sharply ran the knife across her stomach. Blood flowed. A lot of blood. Then he began to cut her legs, drawing some patterns on her body. In the end, he took some kind of iron object that looked like a brand, heated it and leaned it against Dasha’s left shoulder. If it weren't for the gag, the whole village would have heard her screams. Daria lost consciousness.
When she woke up, the creature was building some kind of thing. He untied her. Dasha no longer had the strength to resist, as she was very exhausted. She obediently fell onto the table, he turned her over on her back and tied her arms and legs to her bed. He sprinkled some stinking rubbish on it and began to whisper some kind of spell. Howls and growls were heard from the sides. Only now Daria noticed that the moon was shining brightly in the sky. The creature began to writhe, fell to the ground and its bones began to break. Dasha was excruciatingly scared, but she could not do anything. From all sides, creatures similar to werewolves began to approach her - wolves on two legs that had adopted part of the human physique.
The creature has reincarnated. Drool dripped from his mouth. He leaned over the victim and was already preparing to strike fatal bite when a shot was heard. The werewolf fell dead to the ground, his sides did not rise. He was dead. Daria heard hurried steps, rustling and someone's familiar voice. Her vision blurred, and then she passed out.
She woke up on a bed in some house. A man with a gun was sitting nearby. Looks like it was a forester.
- How are you, daughter?
- Where I am? - Dasha squeezed out.
— Hush hush. Everything is fine.
Then an angry bark was heard. Something hit the door hard. The old man crossed himself, straightened his hat, stood up and began to move the fragile likeness onto a chair towards the door.
- W... What is this? - Daria asked, already coming to her senses.
The old man hesitated. He clearly didn't really want to tell the girl about werewolves.
— These creatures usually appear only during the full moon. Werewolves. They perform their sinister rituals in the forest. Usually they are newcomers and beautiful. They lure unsuspecting girls here, and then all hell breaks loose for them.
Dasha decided that the old man was crazy, but logical explanation this was not the case. The girl began to slowly come to her senses, and after a while he was able to sit up. Then something hit the door with force and the fragile protection creaked. The second blow is a hole in the door. Another thing - and the door is knocked down. With a roar, baring its fangs, the creature burst into the house. The forester did not waste time; he shot the werewolf in the chest and he fell dead. Another one ran towards the house, but the forester killed him before he reached his destination. So he killed 3 more people and grabbed the cartridges.
-Can you go, daughter?
“Yes,” Dasha nodded.
“Then move.”
Together they ran out of the shelter and rushed somewhere in the darkness. Then the old man stopped abruptly and shot somewhere. The werewolf screeched and then fell silent. Grandfather and Dasha ran quickly, lights were already visible ahead. On the way, he killed 10 werewolves, no less. The cartridges were already running out.
“Over there,” the old man pointed his finger somewhere into the distance. - Do you see? Run there. This is a village. Run to the nearest house, knock as hard as you can, beg for help. Understood? Run!
- What about you?
- Run, I said!
Daria rushed towards the light. Behind her, she heard growls and shots, but did not dare turn around. As soon as she reached the first house, she banged on the door.
- What is it, who was carried into such darkness... Oh, Dashenka! What's wrong with you, darling? — Grandma Galya stood on the threshold. She quickly brought the girl into the house and closed the door with three locks. Then she quickly went to the window and looked out of it. Another shot rang out.
- Oh, fathers! — She curtained the curtains. - What happened? Tell me, while I go get the first aid kit.
Galina brought medicine and began to treat Daria’s wounds, and she told her how it happened. Baba Galya oohed and aahed every now and then. At the end of the story, Galina carefully looked out the window again, and then closed the curtain and walked away.
- Eh, this is bad... Bad...
In the morning, people went to look for the forester, but they found only a mutilated body. Apparently the werewolves caught up with him after all. As for Dasha, the next day she immediately left the village, far away. Just not to return.

I heard this terrible legend many times from my grandmother. Although she herself was not a witness to those events, she firmly believed in everything she said. And recently I believed it too.

The essence of the horror story was that long before the village grew into a city, on its outskirts there was a forest where many terrible things happened. There they found dead people with severed limbs or gouged out eyes. Often they simply went there and hanged themselves for no apparent reason. Gradually, the name of the Damned, and only then the Damned, was assigned to the forest.

Everyone who was in their right mind tried not only to go there alone, but not to go there at all. Because accidents continued, not often, but still. If a person disappeared, then first of all the search began in the forest. And, as a rule, that’s where they ended. “Death has chosen this place,” my grandmother told me.

But gradually the legend faded into oblivion. The village grew, and sixty years ago it proudly began to bear the title of a city. Most of the forest was cut down during the massive construction of houses, and the rest was allocated for one of the parks. It doesn’t seem to be a big deal, it’s a common story. But... we have three parks in the city and this one is the most notorious. Nobody remembers about that legend, but cases of robbery constantly occur here, and even murders several times a year. You won't surprise anyone with drunken fights.

I would never have paid any attention to this at all and would not have remembered the terrible legend told by my grandmother if it had not been for what happened to me personally. My friend lives right next to this park and that day we agreed to meet at her place in the evening.

As I remember now, I took the bus, got off at the bus stop and walked along this very park. It was still light, but it was getting dark quickly. I had almost walked past when I heard a faint female voice: “Help, please help.” I stopped to listen, I think it might have seemed, but no. Indeed, someone asked for help from the park. Without thinking, I turned onto one of the paths and followed the voice.

It seemed that now I was about to see someone who needed help, but the path wound forward, and no one was visible. I was about to jump out into the illuminated part of the park when I felt something inside me. Frightened, she began to look around and saw ahead big company guys who were already clearly tipsy. They sat on one of the benches and talked quietly.

“Right now, a woman,” said one.

“Yes, I wouldn’t refuse either,” his friend answered.

“Only old blind women will give you your face,” the first one neighed.

They started bickering loudly, and that was all I needed. Quietly turning around, I began to quickly move away from there along the same path along which I came here.

- Come back, bitch. Come back, scum! Creature! – a familiar female voice shouted at my back. Only now he didn’t piteously ask for help, but rather seemed very angry.

I have never run as fast as that day. She literally flew out of the park in her heels and didn’t stop until her friend’s house. Later I thought, it’s unlikely that anything good would have happened if those same guys had seen me. Maybe, of course, she survived, but it is unclear at what cost.

My friend and I now walk around this place on the other side of the street. Sometimes I wonder how many people died here? In the damned park, and even earlier, in . Maybe there are simply places you shouldn’t settle near?

Several people went on an overnight hike and late in the evening came across a forest guard's guardhouse. It’s scary in the forest at night, so we went in. Over the tea, the forester (a strong elderly man) began to tell stories...
- Well, what can I tell you?.. It’s dangerous in the forest. There are no snakes, no wolves, no bears. Even they don’t get along with those who are really in charge here. If you go somewhere in the forest at night, pay attention to the fact that sometimes someone will follow you. You walk along, shine a flashlight, and immediately there is such silence, even the insects don’t chatter. And behind you, behind the tree, there is some rustling. You turn around and there’s no one there, you shine the light and you don’t see anyone. As soon as you turn your back, there’s a rustling sound, as if someone had taken a couple of steps, then you’re already closer, and then there’s silence again. My grandfather also told me that you should never, under any circumstances, wait for it to come, much less look at it - he used to say that in his village such curious creatures were found in trees, from where they were lowered on ropes and then fed vodka for a week. Some people completely disappeared, as if through the earth, some went crazy, and gray hair appeared on everyone. So if you hear a clear rustling behind you and don’t see anyone there, turn your back, curse properly, and walk quickly without turning around.
Oh, this forest is old, a lot happened here. Here we saw soldiers who had not returned home from the war, but they were peaceful and would not do anything terrible. But suicides are evil, they can easily kill. They can't get out of the forest, so new person for them - like a fly that can be mocked. Those who have drowned can easily end up in water up to their necks - and you will think that you are walking through a clearing. They cannot do anything above the neck - there is an Orthodox cross on it. Previously, the trees on which they hung themselves were cut down and burned, but now they no longer do that. So, if you set up a camp under this tree, the dead man will not let you live - he will push someone into the fire, or bring a branch down on someone’s head. And if you fall asleep, he will start strangling you by the nose. They are the most evil here.
But those who were innocently killed and those who died untimely are the good ones. If someone drowns in a swamp, they will take the unwary mushroom picker away - they will show him a mushroom in the other direction, or they will jump in the trees like a squirrel - and the mushroom picker will be happy to go after it. So remember, if some little animal is running in front of your nose in the forest, it’s someone’s kind soul that wants to save you.
And there are a lot of soldiers, there are a lot of soldiers here. When you sleep at night, listen. They, too, are sometimes nearby, and on a quiet night you can hear them singing songs or talking. And if you see them in the evening, build tents in this place without fear, they will not stop in a bad place. And at night you can even see their silhouettes between the trees when you are asleep.
And you can easily fall through the ground here. There are a lot of swamps, but it’s hard to understand right away. It happened that two people were walking, the first one walked through normally, turned around - but the second one wasn’t there at all, in a second he was pulled into the quagmire. In this case, they say that it was the merman who dragged him away, and now he will evil spirit. So don’t even walk near the swamps at night - your eyes will be so blurry that the swamp will seem like a solid clearing. And remember the name...
But here, in the lodge, I don’t advise you to spend the night. I’m used to it, but you guys, I see, are city dwellers, so it will be very unusual for you - here sometimes at night all sorts of evil spirits scratch at the door and puff. Sometimes he knocks on the window with a claw or screws in the pipe. But keep your eyes peeled from the outside too. To go to the toilet, go to some place where there is no running water or swamps - the spirits, oh, how they don’t like it when someone shits in their house! They will push, pull, and on the way back they will completely confuse you - you won’t find a rest stop.
We often got lost here - the city is nearby, all sorts of rabble run here. Fifteen years ago, bandits would come and throw someone’s corpse in a bag into a ditch. It will be overgrown with grass, flooded with water - and unnoticed. There are not very many of them in the forest, but along the road there are plenty of them. It happens, they even appear, they catch a car on the road, they throw themselves under the wheels - restless souls, they are like that, they cannot stand the fact that someone is still living, and they must forever wander along the road. Bandits, it also happened that they would bring someone alive, kill him right in the forest and bury him, and even pour machine oil on him so that the animals wouldn’t find him. So a guy lived here not far away, he heard how quiet evenings in some places someone is crying quietly. I found a place, called a cop I knew, they came and actually dug up a corpse that had been lying there for a long time.
And goblins are generally a common thing. You used to walk through the forest, and in the distance, from the black hollow of some old oak tree, a face would stare at you. And just like that, pale, eyes huge and black. He just looks and looks. And when you start approaching it, either the branch will crack, or the bird will start singing sharply - you will be distracted - and the devil has already disappeared. Under such trees, even at the most heavy rain you can’t hide - the goblin specifically helps the tree, makes it spread out, so that whoever hides under the tree can bite something - a man is sitting, it’s raining, his ears are itching - he thinks that the rain, they say, is causing water to drip on his ears, but comes home - bah, and his ear is all dotted. Or neck.
It was the goblin who bit him.
And never go to sleep near forest lakes - after all, suicides also went there. Girls, mostly. They drowned themselves. So at night they will call you there. If there are only guys on the shore, then okay, they’ll figure it out, but if there’s a girl among them, then good luck with it - the spirit will find itself a beauty, and say, the water is warm, let’s take a swim, and some fools will take it and climb.
Here the village was next to the forest for about thirty years - it was convenient, good - mushrooms, firewood, all sorts of medicinal herbs. We would live normally, but evil spirits from the forest would come into our houses as if they were visiting us. It used to be that the housewife would wake up in the morning, go to the barn, and the cow had almost no milk, and what was left was terribly bitter. And if there is also blood on the udder, then it’s as if some little devils came to drink milk at night. And some of the guests who returned late saw them anyway. It used to be that a man was walking, and a cat was sitting on the fence, his eyes shining. Well, a man is drunk, for him any living creature is like dear person. Well, he’ll come up, call him affectionately when he starts, pull his hand towards him and see that it’s not a cat at all, but some kind of shaggy and shabby skull sitting on the fence and it’s not his eyes, but his eye sockets that are empty. And he chatters his teeth. As soon as the person crosses himself, there is nothing, it’s a moonlit, bright night. So we tried not to walk around at night.
There was such a case - they built strangers house our own (it was a long time ago), we decided to live. It looks like good people, even became friends with ours. And then more and more often they began to come exhausted, as if they were carrying stones at night. We ask: “What?”, and they just wave their hand. Then they said that every night someone walks through their rooms. No footsteps are heard, and the floorboards creak. Sometimes they notice someone in the corner, someone is standing there and looking at them, but the owners can’t even move - they are paralyzed by fear. Or the baby will wake up covered in bruises the next morning. Yes, there was a lot of things until they called someone from the city and they dug up the entire basement for them. It turns out that during the war there was already a village here, so all the men from there were driven to work, and the women and children were shot and thrown into a pit. And the house was built on this pit. So they immediately left there, they didn’t even bother to sell the house - it was boarded up and stood there, all the kids were running there.
Oh, and they told us a lot about this house! Of course, a lot of people probably came, but one guy with white temples came running one day and told how he looked out the window, and someone’s scary mug looked at him from there. The lower half of the mouth, he says, is missing, the eyes are dented and green, and there are brown rags on the face. So after that, children were forbidden to go there, but who listened... One child fell from the roof (it’s good that it turned out okay), others fell into the floor and broke their legs, who heard screams from there, but everyone already believed it - it happened at night, when There’s not even a moon, you go to the house, wait until the wind stops - and a quiet groan or cry comes from the house. And the dogs generally ran around him on the tenth road - if they run with their owners, they bark, as if there were a herd of bears, and if you get even closer, they howl and run away, no screams can be used to call him. Then they burned the house, out of harm’s way...
But this has already happened to me. He was little and was left alone at home. Well, I started to misbehave, of course, I found the matches that were hidden from me. “Oh, what a joy!” - I sit on the floor, set them on fire, and they burn for a second and immediately go out, as if someone was blowing them out. I want to laugh - I light it, the match flares up and immediately blows out - but there is no breath or breeze! I told my parents when they came - they prescribed me, of course, they said that it was my guardian angel who helped me.
There was so much going on in the houses. The brownies are the same. It often happened that there were no mice or cockroaches in the house, but at night there was fussing and groaning behind the stove. Those who had cats during the day, for no apparent reason, began to roll around on the floor, purr and play with the air - this happened to almost everyone, apparently, old people love cats. But not everyone was like that. It happened that people’s cups in an empty room would fall off the table by themselves, or someone would hit them on the cheek at night. You wake up and there is no one.
In this case, they say, you need to ask whether the brownie came for good or for bad. After all, he can both help and harm if the owners did not pour him milk and put him behind the stove.
There was another case when a witch was tortured by demons at home. Then the communists ruled, they were opposed to obscurantism, and so that our village would not have problems, the residents themselves drove their witch out into the swamps. This was before the war, I wasn’t even born then. So, some residents (women, of course) often ran to her. Well, one day, after a strong, strong thunderstorm, we came across her body. They told me that all the windows in the hut were broken, there were black spots everywhere on the inside, as if someone had burned matches, and the grandmother herself hid in the corner, dying of fear there.
They also say that drunkards and fools have their own guardian angels, especially fools who have never committed any evil. There were many cases, I don’t remember them all. So many drunks were dismantled by German shells into pieces, but not a single one exploded (we have this rubbish scattered all over the forest, now at least the diggers come, find them and hand them over where they need them, but before this was not the case). They are harmless, village drunks. And not only them. Here we had a case with Vanka the Fool. On Easter, people went to church in one crowd, and he was somewhere behind (I was little then, but I remember well). It was windy then and it was drizzling. And when Vanka stopped to pick something up from the ground, the wind blew particularly strongly and an old wooden pole (they say they forgot to paint it with some special paint so as not to rot) broke in the middle and collapsed right in front of his nose along with the wires . The fool fell, people immediately rushed to him, and there was not a scratch on him, only his face was all white, like ammonium chloride - even though he was a fool, he realized how lucky he was. There were a lot of tales about how stupid he was - they said that he was under a strong spell, and because of this he went crazy, they said that he quarreled with a witch and she cursed him - before, a normal guy was, one might say, the first guy in the world. village.
Farther away in the forest there is an abandoned village. Not even a village, just a couple of half-burnt houses (there was a war at that time). Now everything there is overgrown with young growth, trees even grow through the roofs. Nobody goes there - those who went there said that even if there is hubbub and chatter in the forest, the place is always quiet and gloomy, there are not even birds or insects. They said that when you come there, it seems that it is full of people - this never happens in the forest, but there you can directly feel, they say, how someone is walking between the half-burnt walls, watching in the cracks.
There's a lot going on in old forests, so it might not be a very comfortable place for newcomers like you.