Poltergeist

Such terrifying miracles do happen. I couldn't believe it when I read about such things in the newspapers, and now it's happening in my own life...

It all started when the doors in the apartment, the kitchen door, and the bathroom door started closing by themselves. Then one day, when the bathroom door slammed loudly again and I heard the sound of running water, I tried to open it, but it was locked from the inside. I didn't want to break the frame. I decided to call the police. Five people arrived, listened, and tried to open the door. They opened it and made sure there was no one there, and the water had stopped flowing. There were many similar incidents over the past three years. I decided to go to church, where they advised me to buy candles, get some holy water, and bless the apartment. I did, but it didn't get any better—in fact, it got worse. The refrigerator fell sideways, drawers flew off the mezzanine, curtains caught fire, and the kitchen furniture fell in sections. In the middle of the night, doors would open loudly (all five at once). A chair burned—we had to throw it out. Almost all the dishes and the glass doors of the kitchen set were broken. I tied the doors, but they would come undone on their own.

All this happens when my grandson and I are alone in the apartment. When my son is with us, everything is calm.

At first, this horror happened in the evening, starting at seven o'clock, then after eleven o'clock. The clocks would strike erratically, not respecting the half-hour interval. At this time, it was impossible to talk on the phone: we couldn't get through, and we couldn't call. We invited a psychic, who "cleansed" the apartment, declaring that no more evil spirits would appear. But it continued—large red fireballs would flicker around the apartment, causing the cat to go wild. We invited a psychic and a German lecturer who had lectured on paranormal phenomena in Izhevsk, but no one could say anything intelligible about what was happening. 

I invited strangers, who also witnessed both the burning and the slamming doors. Once, I even invited TV reporters, and we filmed it. While my guests and I were drinking tea in the kitchen, a sudden crash was heard in the room. We went in, and there was a large, antique sofa, very heavy, overturned.

We've lived in two apartments. We're now living in a third, and the chaos continues.