Figure

Coming home from training, I took a shower and lay down on my bed. It was around 11 PM, a quiet summer evening. The window was open. The bed was positioned so that I lay with my feet facing the window and could see the sky. The room was on the fourth floor. About five minutes later, I noticed a bright white star over the roof of the neighboring building, gradually growing in size. My first thought was that it was a satellite. The "star" grew larger and larger, taking the form of a female silhouette in a white robe that concealed her arms and legs. Soon, this figure was in my room, at the headboard, about 2-3 meters from my head. The silhouette was slender but large, with a visible head almost half a meter in diameter. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look. I made sure I wasn't dreaming—I was still not completely dry from the shower. The figure leaned over the headboard, examining me from a distance of 1.5 meters.

 If from a distance she seemed somehow beautiful to me, now I saw a bottomless black hole where her mouth should have been. Her hair was nowhere to be seen, as if covered by something white. A black spot also gaped where her nose should have been. It all somehow resembled a large skull. A thought flashed through my mind—was my death, perhaps? I even wanted to hit her, but immediately felt numb—my head was racing, but I couldn't move or scream. I kept staring into the figure's eyes. The eyes were very large, about 25 centimeters apart. In the center of each eye was a completely black area, gradually lightening toward the edges. The eyes seemed hazy—no fine details, corneas, eyelashes, or anything else were visible. Her complexion was matte. No sounds were audible, but I clearly felt a touch, like a gust of air, on her face and chest.

I was very surprised and frightened. I can't say exactly how long this lasted—maybe a few minutes. Then the figure straightened up, without turning, and moved toward the window. It began to change shape from oblong to round, gradually shrinking to the size of a distant, glowing point. Five minutes later, I felt free from the stupor. I stood up with difficulty and went to get a drink of water. My steps were unsteady, and I was clearly swaying. I went outside, walked around a bit, calmed down, and went to bed.

I hardly told anyone about this incident. It was all too fantastic—they would only laugh at me. I'm firmly convinced I wasn't sleeping then, and I didn't drink any alcohol at all in those years.

This incident was somewhat confirmed four years later. I accidentally met the man who had lived in this room before me. We got to talking, and he told me that he had once had a remarkable experience: a figure in a white robe appeared and stared at him—a "white ghost," as he called it. This ghost's behavior was very similar to my own, and he didn't know my story when he recounted this "encounter."

 To this, one can only add that a similar figure was seen on March 12, 1990, in the Kazakh city of Saran. She was caught peeping through a window...