We have both human and animal characteristics here, as well as paranormal elements, especially telepathy.

Yes, this completely defies [rational reasoning]. After all, it's one thing to feed wild boars (which happened to me in a parking lot in Gdynia), where they've trained themselves to come to drivers for food and aren't dangerous, don't attack, just grunt and ask for apples, bread, and other such things. But these are animals that have acquired some skill, and here communication [occurred].

- At the beginning of our conversation, I thought it might have been some hermit living in the forest, but as I listened to the description of this creature, that option became more and more unlikely.

[The hermit] would have been dressed, probably covering his genitals. And here, these animalistic traits were very prominent. This persona, however, was naked, not tied up, didn't have his penis out, excuse me, didn't have his balls out, to put it bluntly. He was naked, like a monkey in the forest, and besides, a monkey doesn't dress either; he doesn't hide his assets, so to speak. Therefore, this was a strongly humanized creature in this social sense. Certainly familiar with our diet, because if he took bread, apples, some cold cuts—that means he was also carnivorous. He took them, not rejected them. I assume that if he didn't eat meat, he would have simply rejected these other things.

- So, in short, he embraced everything the Lord gave him. All that food disappeared from that parking lot?

Yes. There was a lot of it, because it was a few apples, a loaf of bread, and some sausage, you know, things like that, some cookies in a bag. And he knew it was a bag because he took it so it wouldn't spill. If you threw a bag of cookies at an animal, it would tear it open to get at the food. And he took the bag of sweets so it wouldn't spill out. And there was also this, you know, message that your food was strong , meaning specific, calorie-dense, good for them. As if they lived off roots or whatever they hunted every day. Because, as I said, you know, this individual didn't reject the sausage, so I assume he was also carnivorous in some way.

And now what? No matter how I try to fit it in, nothing fits.The alien is out. The Bigfoot is out. The hermit is out. He defies everything. Humanized, with behavior that's clearly social, even family-oriented. After all, he took the food for someone else, not himself.

What should they wear? I think they were hybrids, descendants of hybrids, but I have no idea if they could reproduce in any way. Nothing seems right to me. Not forest creatures, not mythical creatures, not folklore, not any animal or human element. I'm already saying, damn it, maybe a circus of freaks, but that's illegal, it doesn't exist. Unless, years ago, some such creatures, obtained from who knows where, were exhibited in a circus of freaks. It was such a terrible practice to have these circuses of freaks, completely dehumanized ones, where people with some kind of developmental defects were shown as freaks, something simply awful.

Have you perhaps taken a closer look at this figure's face?

Yes. A prominent jaw, a bit like a chimpanzee's, slightly protruding. A slightly protruding jaw, a shapely and unhairy nose, but with stubble very high under the eyes, a shaggy neck but no beard, longer hair on the head, and the entire body covered in such hair, 3-4 cm long. The fur was thick, but the hands were almost unhaired, and the same was true for the feet. The feet were almost bare, with some hair, some fur, but not as it was on the entire body. The entire body was evenly covered with this hair.

What also caught my eye was that this persona was clean. Sure, they had dirty hands, but it wasn't like, say, a dog, who, when they're all covered in mud, you know what they look like. And this animal, this persona, was clean, as if they took care of themselves. If I had to translate it into human terms, I'd say it would be a robust 70-year-old, if it were a human.

I don't remember any more details about this incident. Please bear in mind that this was two and a half years ago [October 14, 2021], and yet I still consider this account relatively recent. From what I hear, listeners are reporting back after 10, 15, 20, or even more years.

"And sometimes they happen after 40, or even 50. This always indicates that the event being described had a strong impact on the witness. The fact that despite the passage of two years, you still remember quite a lot of details, even really small ones. You can hear in your voice that your emotions are running high as you recount this encounter."

I just want to know who it was. Because I know that this being, these beings, these people, exist. I know what I saw, I know what I fed him. I know the place where it happened, the date, the time. And I don't have psychotic tendencies. As you heard, I have to undergo tests. I went to talk to a police officer who heard this story as part of a training exercise and said: no, there's no lie here.

I also look at the world very soberly. Here, however, I encountered something that doesn't exist in any atlases or albums. There's some similarity in one story, though a very loose one, because Mr. ***'s story doesn't match up with his height or weight. Alternatively, if it were a hybrid, such human behavior has never appeared in the stories, so what was it?

I'm already considering various things, so maybe they were simply transported from another time? There are time rifts, because I've read about that too. People have experienced that. Maybe they were transported from some, I don't know, parallel world? Where do these unusual abilities and humanoid build come from? And you know, they must have been here for a while, if this individual took the food and knew it could eat it, right? They took it without hesitation. Their diet is similar to that of humans.

There are all sorts of speculations to be made here. Perhaps this persona truly had some influence on you, or perhaps some mechanism was simply triggered within you, something related to empathy. Perhaps you simply felt the need to focus on helping this being?"

It was a creature of flesh and blood, with dirty fingernails. He was doing something with his hands.

- Let us emphasize this with all certainty: it was a physical being, it was not something immaterial.

Absolutely physical being.

Perhaps what I'm about to say is an unworthy term for this person, but let's compare their intelligence to that of other animals—gorillas and chimpanzees can use sign language. This person, however, utilized an even higher level of communication. For her, it was a kind of semi-telepathy. I spoke normally, while he spoke as if within my own self, within my mind.

- And this was communication, let us add, regardless of the fact that you spoke a language that is not common in those areas.

No, that's a real challenge. Or maybe his linguistic abilities or way of communicating simply broke through the language barrier? Most likely, because let's return to this topic for a moment, to that first sentence: the request was phrased as " don't hit with your legs ," meaning " don't kick me ." So he must have had contact [with a person] and someone must have kicked him, colloquially speaking, someone must have slapped him. Because, as far as he could communicate, he said not to hit with your legs, meaning not to kick him.

- And this is an indication that there is more than one of them.

Please consider this: give us food, we're hungry . We , that is, surely more than one person. We're running away...

"What's really striking here is the peculiar grammar and syntax you're talking about. The language is very simplified, isn't it? Simplified, and yet advanced enough that you were able to communicate."

I estimate that a three-year-old child might speak more or less like this. My children are older now, so I think a three-year-old can communicate at a level that's more or less sufficient to clearly convey what's going on, what they want, what they don't want, what they're afraid of, what they'd like to receive. I have no idea how to describe it.

On the one hand, there was clearly some human element to it, evident even in the physique itself. It might not be pretty, but it was so shapely, and the person's body was so robust, so strongly human, except for the fur, of course. Human feet, human hands...

When you look at, say, a gorilla or an orangutan, they seem a bit, let's say, clumsy to us. It's not a human form. And yet he was so harmoniously built, despite this admixture.

I don't know if there is any confirmation in verifiable documents that the Germans conducted such experiments

I know that this entry may be funny, but if you enter the entry "monkey on a draisine" [in the search engine] , you will see that some creature of a cryptozoological nature was, for example, seen in *** and that soldiers shot at it.

I'm terribly embarrassed because, you know, I've actually been repressing it. It hit me two months ago, I started digging around, and I spent the inter-holiday period [in 2023] actually sitting at the computer, searching for things, because it's been nagging at me.

I saw something, but what? Who was it? What a terrible situation these people must have been in if they took the risk, and she approached? And he approached as a male. So, some kind of herd behavior—he was protecting the female. This is very, very social, very civilized behavior. How about African tribes, where people laugh that, oh, letting women go first is such a beautiful custom—never in my life! Letting women go first in African tribes was a way to protect the warriors, because the woman would die first—the one who was less worthy and unable to carry a weapon, and who would shield the warriors with her body. This is a battle custom of African tribes, and it's not at all culturally pleasing. And here he was clearly protecting.

- I understand that you did not notice anything special in your surroundings, any change?

No, except that whenever we had nonverbal contact, it was as if the world around me went silent. When he spoke to me, when he uttered those words— don't beat your feet, give me food, we're hungry —I heard those messages constantly, when we looked into each other's eyes, and then I understood them. However, when he lowered his eyes, it was just mumbling, a sort of meaningless humming—that's how I put it.

- If I understand correctly, when he spoke, this being communicated with you, everything around him became silent, and when he stopped speaking, everything returned to normal.

Yes. [When the persona stopped speaking,] you could hear the normal sound of the wind, a bird chirping somewhere. But that quieted down the moment we had that contact. When we were communicating, when I asked questions, when he looked at me, it was simply as if we were apart. Apart from me, at least. It wasn't like the world was around me, there was just this strong connection between me and him.

I've noticed that when I listen to your program and hear the stories of many listeners who share similar stories, they all talk about a sense of fear and aggression. This wasn't the case here.

The moment he left, I had this feeling he was just hungry and needed to be fed. So I fed him, and then, completely mechanically, I went back to cooking. Only after a while did I realize, " Man, what was that just now?" As if he had some influence on me to get away safely.

Here one can still wonder whether the nearby reserve you mentioned [Storchenwiesen] is at all sufficient for this type of creature to hide unnoticed.

Due to the density of these forests, yes. This creature blended in with its surroundings. Some people have hair that's obviously red, for example, or very naturally dark, and it's visible, but this person's hair was so brownish, so blended in. If it had been placed near a tree or in the thicket of the forest, I doubt it would have been noticeable.

As for that herbal scent, I have a theory that perhaps these personas rubbed themselves with some herbs to mask the scent of, say, dogs. They may have been afraid of these animals because they weren't large. The persona was 140-150 centimeters tall. Please remember that I couldn't judge height very well either, because at ten meters we didn't touch hand in hand.

Let's say we were 10 or 12 meters apart. If I walked halfway there, put the food on the asphalt, and backed up to the car, and he walked back, say, another 6 meters, to take the food, we wouldn't see each other very closely.

What caught my attention, however, were those eyes, that smell, and the dirty hands—filthy hands, as if they were carrying something, building something, I have no idea. And the fingernails resembled human nails, like those of such work-worn hands.

That's why I think it was some kind of cryptid, but what kind? Unless we're really touching on historical topics, as I wrote in the text message that Mr. *** is indeed right and someone was only doing something in that area, several hundred kilometers from the *** complex. What would those creatures be doing there [in the Storchenwiesen reserve], especially the old ones? Where were they hiding for so long? Because we're talking about, let's say, hybrids that the Germans supposedly created during the war, which I don't really believe either.

And you didn't go into more cryptozoological topics, because cryptozoology is more relevant here.

only got into cryptozoology, Mr. Editor, when I started digging around, searching for information on the subject. Honestly, you're the first person I've told about this, because I suspect if I'd mentioned it at home, there might have been a different reaction. Although my family is enlightened and doesn't generally deny events happening in the world, for them to believe it, it would have to be something that had already happened—and it never happened to anyone, or simply no one had told anyone about it.

- Well, home is home, but if this story reached my colleagues at work, it could actually have bigger consequences...

Well, at work I suppose it could actually be bad, right?

- I understand that you also ruled out the possibility that a close encounter with this creature could have been caused, for example, by fatigue?

No, it couldn't have been fatigue, because I started work that day at 11 a.m. and finished at 3 p.m. Trucks have tachographs, a device that records working time, and it's not like truck drivers just drive as they please. You have to follow certain rules: you can drive a maximum of nine hours a day twice a week, or ten. Sometimes you can shorten the eleven-hour break; it's not supposed to, but it can be done. And you know, if I, in driver terms, took a break, started and drove for four hours, which isn't even half my assigned daily work time, what kind of fatigue are we talking about if I do this professionally? You know, we can talk about fatigue after such a long workday in someone who doesn't drive every day, someone for whom it's not a profession, and driving those few hundred kilometers is torture. I do it every day; for me, it's a job, I just do it. Like, I don't know, a cashier sitting in a store, or, I don't know, a librarian checking out books. Driving several hundred kilometers for a professional driver is the norm, not the exception.

On the podcast "Witnesses Speak," we also had a report that could be attributed to Leszy's intervention. I don't know if you remember the episode where Leszy is featured on the cover. There was probably some communication there, but it was just one case where these girls were playing with these swallows, they meant well, and it ended the way it did. But it's probably just one case where some communication could have occurred."

You see, I'm still relying on the fact that all folklore is silent about communication, except for the case I just told you about and the other one. I searched the internet for what [these beings] might look like. I downloaded some basic artificial intelligence program somewhere and gave it the task of [generating an image showing] what such a hybrid might look like. Well, it didn't turn out the way I saw it.

"This also brings to mind certain UFO events, where, for example, there's some kind of communication with visitors, with the passengers of some flying object. I'm reminded of a UFO case, a close encounter with a treat, where some beings offered the witness pancakes, supposedly not very tasty. But here, too, it's hard to categorize it as a UFO, because it was more like a small hominid."

Yes, definitely. Definitely a hominid, a humanoid, whatever you call it, with apparent intelligence.

I'm a religious person, a practicing person, and as I said earlier, I've never encountered such phenomena. And just to confirm that my head is fine, I had a psychological evaluation two months earlier. With all due respect, the screening tests are so selective that a mentally unstable person, a mentally unstable driver, simply won't pass. Such tests are performed periodically, usually every five years.

I have police friends, one of whom handles very serious cases and is clearly trained in recognizing body language. That is, when a person being searched doesn't want to say something, when they're lying, when they're lying, when they're distorting the truth. I asked this officer: I'll tell you a story, and as part of the exercise, tell me if it's true. And I heard: I don't see a lie in this story, I don't see a lie when you tell me this.

I have a hard view of the world. For me, it's like, as the poet wrote, a sage's glass and an eye. From then on, there's this dimension, this weight, this distance, this time. I've never been interested in such UFO issues. I didn't delve into the subject because it simply didn't interest me in any way.

- One could try to include it in the so-called dziożony, but these are creatures that appear more in Slavic folklore, not German

Well, that's not the case, because, you know, I've been a bit confused [by information from various sources]. Like I said, I pushed this event aside, but, well, about two months ago, I started digging in.

The only thing I've come across that somehow fits here is this guy, but he's kind of, well, weird. I don't know if you've heard of him. His name is ***. He hosts a YouTube show about ***. I'll explain why I came across him in a moment. He once mentioned hybrids that the Nazis were supposedly creating somewhere in that *** complex. Well, that's not a fairy tale, but I know what I saw.

The ability to communicate, the obvious addition of such, excuse me, simian good looks—it's something that completely defies classification. As I say, this person wasn't hostile towards me at all. While this situation was going on, I thought: he's asking for food, so he's hungry. If he's hungry, he's weak, right? So, well, not much of a risk. Some food, I sometimes share with the guys in the parking lot anyway, because, you know, someone runs out, the money runs out, the food runs out, or it just goes bad—that's just how it is in trucks. I have it, so I share, right? That's normal among drivers, so from a professional perspective, nothing special happened.

What's strange, though, is who it was. This message that there were three people, that there was this one, this herd of three, him and two females, him the older one, her the older one, and one younger one. The only thing that occurred to me was this hybrid, because it doesn't fit anywhere. Whatever folklore we take, whether we start with the Leshen or other creatures, noondays, or other things, they don't communicate; it's never written anywhere. They don't communicate verbally. The only things from folklore I think I've picked up on are sirens that call out in some way, that either exist or don't exist.

Is this some kind of big forest?

This is a reserve. It's not some large-acre reserve, just a reserve, a bird habitat.

I asked myself, why there? Why are they hiding among the birds? I found the answer later: birds alerted to the presence of humans begin to react nervously, flying away, chirping, screaming, doing all sorts of things – so maybe they simply activated their simplest, most natural alarm system.

Interestingly, this persona had a distinct scent. You'd expect this persona to smell like a sweaty human, an animal. No. It was the scent of clean flesh and herbs. I can't say if he rubbed himself with something, some herbs, to keep the animals from smelling them. I have no idea. It was a distinct scent. It wasn't unpleasant, it was simply distinct, unrelated to anything. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't unpleasant. It was just that when the wind blew, I caught the scent and knew it was him who smelled that way.

I tried to determine what it could be. The forest man, well, he doesn't respond. The yeti, well, neither, because he's too small.

Here one can get the impression that this creature was more afraid of the Lord than the other way around.

Definitely, if we take into account her words (run, hide, don't hit with your legs – so she must have experienced aggression). However, I tried to classify what it could have been. Well, if she's in such a state that she can communicate despite the language barrier – remember, I was in Germany at the time – and I understand what this person is saying, and I'm speaking a foreign language, then she has some supernatural abilities. She probably didn't learn Polish.

I interpreted the information that we were hiding, running away , as if there was another older female and another younger, as if it had been passed on to me. As if, I don't know, a group, a tiny horde, were running away and hiding. I started asking myself, you know, questions. Why there? Why in an area like that, with a bird sanctuary on the other side?

Such telepathic contact.

Yes, more like telepathy. Although this persona articulated very indistinct sounds, mumbling, this encounter wasn't at all tinged with any hostility, hostility, or attack. I simply saw something I hadn't expected, and my body reacted as it did, with such a readiness to defend itself.

Later, I tried to find out what it was. I'd never been interested in things like ufology before, and I actually called your radio station after two months of listening to your programs. Only later did I start looking for information about beings from outside our reality, outside our time, outside our dimension. I started reading, and it didn't fit.

It's not a forest man, because they don't communicate according to the data I thought I'd read there. It's not a human in the sense of a human being. There's a disease that manifests itself in a person being covered in hair. But that wasn't it, because he had a very high beard, so to speak, but his eyes were open. This persona didn't have a hairy nose. What's more, it displayed a certain human shame, as it covered his genitals. It was obvious that this was a male individual, a man, if you can call it that. And he was very harmoniously, beautifully built. However, my feeling is as if there was 40% ape in this person. I can't express it in the right words. It was as if a human had been crossed with an ape, leaving behind some intelligence, a form of communication that, at least to this day, remains incomprehensible to me, as I've never encountered telepathy. I've never experienced such things.

In general, this is the first such meeting in my life that somehow escapes convention

Don't beat your legs, we're hungry. Give us food. They created us, we're running away. A close encounter with a peculiar person in a parking lot in Germany.

In October 2021, while stopping at a parking lot on the L277 road in Germany, one of our listeners came face to face with something that some would probably classify as cryptids - animals of interest to cryptozoology - while others would consider it evidence of the truth of reports of experiments carried out by the Nazis.

While preparing a meal, a truck driver encountered a creature that resembled a hybrid of a human and ape, approximately 150 cm tall. What's noteworthy here is not only the creature's appearance, but also its method of communication with the witness and what the witness deduced about the creature based on the information and requests it received, as well as its behavior.

The encounter with this peculiar hominoid creature profoundly shocked the witness and forced him to ask himself many difficult questions about the true nature of our reality. We present a transcript of the interview with the witness (questions are marked in bold).

An attempt to reconstruct the appearance of a creature that the witness calls a persona due to its characteristics (generative AI was used)

I'm a 46-year-old man, a driver, with a very sober outlook on life. The incident I want to tell you about took place on October 14, 2021, between Langenenslingen and Altheim in southern Germany. It was on the L271 road (there's a slight typo here, it's the L277 - Iv. note) in a small, modest parking lot, not like the ones on German highways, but simply a parking lot on a so-called "Landówka" (a side road). It was an ordinary parking lot, nothing fancy, just two trees and a bench. To the right was a beautiful old spruce forest, and to the left was a bird sanctuary (Storchenwiesen nature reserve - Iv. note). It simply looked like this parking lot was on the road between these two sites.

I stopped around 3 p.m. because I was transporting some items for the supermarket equipment at the time and there was no crew left to unload and assemble them. We arranged to meet the crew the next morning, so I didn't have to commute into town. This parking lot is about 10, let's say 12 kilometers maximum, from Altheim, looking at the map.

When I was standing there, it was such a nice afternoon, you know, free, without stress, without any of that, without the rush of driving. In a relatively quiet place, nice surroundings, so it was such a nice time for me. I started preparing a hot meal.

At one point, I sensed someone's presence. But I didn't pay much attention, because it was a parking lot. Anyone can come, anyone can stop, but at a certain point, I caught myself sensing someone else's presence. I knew someone was there, but there was no car.

So I reassured myself that it was probably just a tourist. But in October? And that feeling lasted about 20 minutes. I noticed someone was in the parking lot, someone was darting around the edges...I'm not a timid person. When I was preparing a meal, I had a knife on me, and if there was going to be an attack, I was kind of prepared to fend it off. You carry all sorts of things in the cabin to defend yourself, because things happen on the road.

But what I saw made me... well, I simply froze. My hair stood on end, I got goosebumps, and I simply didn't know what I was looking at. For my own personal use, I call what I saw a persona, a persona, a persona. Why a person? Because we had contact, but it wasn't verbal.

Now I'll describe this person. It was roughly the size of a twelve-year-old child, or about 140-150 centimeters tall at most. It had a beautiful, harmonious build, and was completely covered in hair. It was a male creature, because it was obvious it was a male. The hair was 3-4 centimeters long, slightly longer on the head. It had very light, almost beautiful, eyes, a dark amber color. A very unusual color.

This creature was standing at the edge of the parking lot, and I sensed it wanted something from me. So I asked, " What do you want ?" I didn't ask, " Who are you ?"

And then I got this message: don't hit me with your legs . So, don't kick me. That's how I understood it. And the second message: we're hungry, give us food .

The contact between me and this person was as follows: I packed some food, grabbed some bread, some fruit, some cold cuts, a piece of sausage, something like that. The kind of stuff you could just pick up. It turned into a rather large package, and I put it down halfway. The being approached, I backed up to the car, and halfway there, this person approached and grabbed it.

Then I asked: Who are you? What do you want? And I got it.this answer: we are hungry, they created us . I ask: but

Who? Are you getting hurt?

And I got this answer: we're running away .

From whom? I ask. The answer: from them, all of them .

It was such a strange interaction, because I understood what this person was saying to me as long as we maintained eye contact. If I lowered my gaze, all I heard was inarticulate mumbling, irregular sounds, uttered in a rather low voice, but it wasn't human speech.

This creature, this person, took this food. I also received this message as it walked away, moving backward: don't tell anyone, don't speak to anyone, don't kick this creature, this person.

This persona left, somehow retreating into the spruce forest. The whole thing lasted no more than 12-15 minutes. It was a drawn-out process.

The communication with this person was like this: I spoke normal Polish and she responded as if I could hear her responses in my head, as if it were a bit psionic.

The Devil from Krzeszów

For many years, Krzeszów has been famous for tales of a mysterious devil who supposedly inhabits the local forests. Many of these stories are passed down from generation to generation, originating not only from long-time residents but also from children who grew up in the shadow of local legends. From mysterious footsteps in the forest to phenomenal silhouettes, the residents of Krzeszów recall their personal experiences of these extraordinary phenomena with a touch of unease. How does folklore influence the daily lives of residents, and what keeps these tales alive in their memories? This is a story from our listener, who wishes to remain anonymous.

Graf. Ivellios/AI

I really enjoyed your series of programs about living folklore. So I decided to share a little about my hometown – Krzeszów – which has long been known for stories about the devil living there. Some of the stories are centuries old. Interestingly, even Isaac Bashevis Singer mentioned our local "fiend" in his story " The Fall of Krzeszów ."

In fact, almost every resident knows some strange, inexplicable story attributed to this entity. It's part of our everyday life – it's not a big deal, no one is particularly surprised. It's a bit like the town in King's novel " To" – everyone has heard something, seen something, but people take it calmly.

The most frequently reported stories include mysterious footsteps in the forest, instances of "confusion" (i.e., sudden disorientation), and various figures that people have allegedly seen, from a sinister black dog to... a dwarf. It's said that the devil has the ability to "mess with people's minds"—there's a small forest nearby that you can walk through in 10 minutes, yet people who knew him from childhood have sometimes gotten lost there and couldn't find their way out.My aunt, now very old but still in good physical and mental health, was born in 1928. She always told me not to walk home from school alone through the so-called "mountains" and forests. The devil was said to be especially active in these places. She claimed that once—as a child—she saw a strange, enormous dog there, which had no legs, but glided over the ground. Another time, she said she saw a human silhouette in the forest made of fog—like a shadow, a blurred human shape. One of my uncles, on the other hand, was walking back through the forest once and said he felt watched. He heard footsteps behind him, but when he turned around, no one was there. Only large footprints remained on the ground.

In this forest—or rather, woodland, as it's not large—many people have experienced the feeling of being followed. The woodland in question is a rectangle measuring approximately 100 by 300 meters. Despite its small size, some people have managed to get completely lost in it, even if they've been going there for years for walks or mushroom picking.

There are other local legends, too. For example, there's a story about a hill where you can hear a horse-drawn cart—even though there's no cart there. In another place, you can hear a child crying. When I was in elementary school, someone would tell the story that the devil had destroyed someone's garden—the crops were completely devastated, and the owner even claimed to have seen the perpetrator. Children (including me) were frightened by this story for years to come.

The stories are varied – some older, others newer. Many of them began to fade after the war, when people began to connect old legends with events from the occupation. Many accounts from that period are a mixture of folklore and actual experiences – it's difficult today to separate one from the other. But the stories have survived.

There are also very personal stories. I remember my aunt warning me not to walk home alone—not only because of the devil, but also because "all sorts of things happen there." And indeed, several members of my family experienced something inexplicable in that grove. Above all, a feeling of being lost—a complete disconnection from familiar space. For the locals, it's a clear sign that "something is out there."

Of course, I realize that many of these stories could have been written as a warning—to tell children not to wander alone in the woods, to avoid dangerous places. But still... there's something about these stories that's hard to ignore. They live on in people. And in some way, they endure.

Final conclusions

never returned to that place. At the beginning of the school year, I started boarding school and practically from that moment on, I moved away from my hometown. My new school, my friends, and even the girl I soon met, who is now my fiancée, allowed me to quickly forget the trauma of that encounter, which left a significant mark on me shortly afterward. After some time, the memory, though still vivid and clear, began to transform in my consciousness from traumatic to a peculiarity and adventure. Today, it no longer evokes any emotions except curiosity about who this man was and what led him to such a state, a state that, then as now, I can only describe as: Werewolfism, also known as Lycanthropy. Since I permanently severed ties with my hometown, I had no opportunity to seek answers to the questions related to this case that still haunt me to this day. Looking back on these events now, I'm surprised that the transformation of the mysterious gentleman into an animal-human hybrid occurred so quickly and seemed completely painless and natural. As I said, I don't remember the moon phase, but I doubt whether the event was accompanied by a full moon, which would be consistent with the general consensus on this matter in pop culture and stemming from historical accounts. I'm convinced that my fear would be incomparably greater and more burdensome if I encountered something that was clearly completely unknown to me, exhibited intelligence that might surpass me, or possessed abilities beyond my comprehension, as is the case with encounters with ghosts or beings we mistake for visitors from other planets, from which the ordinary walls and doors of our homes could not protect us.So far, I've only told one person about it, my fiancée. Unfortunately, she's a very down-to-earth person, and although she believes me, or at least I trust that she does, she doesn't seem to pay any attention to it. She tries to rationalize it as simply seeing a strange animal or a figment of my imagination, triggered by traumatic experiences. My father died suddenly shortly before the event. I didn't discuss the event not only because I feared the audience's reaction, but also because I had no doubts about its nature, and as I mentioned, after some time, I no longer felt any strong negative emotions that would require me to confide in anyone. The entire incident was clear and understandable to me. It also prompted me to deepen my interest in cryptozoology and paranormal phenomena, which has become a permanent passion of mine. What prompted me to share this information in this message was the belief that sharing this information could contribute to a general increase in knowledge about this and other similar phenomena, especially if an expert in the field had the opportunity to review it.

I won't deny that I'm very curious to hear other opinions and knowledge about similar events, preferably from the not-so-distant past. To clarify, even excluding metamorphosis, there's no animal in the world with which I could confuse this creature. The event wasn't accompanied by any additional phenomena, such as loss of time, a suspicious and unnatural silence, lighting effects, or suspicious sounds. Throughout the entire event, I also remember hearing a faint rustling of trees and water rushing in the nearby stream. The creature was clearly physical in nature, as it made sounds of movement and stirred the wheat stalks as it crossed the field. Although I desperately wanted to, I didn't have the courage to return to the site the next day to examine the tracks. I am convinced that it left enormous, quasi-wolf-like paw prints among the soft, cultivated earth and wheat stalks.

Description of the observed creature

The creature was covered in dark, bristly fur. It appeared to me to be almost uniformly gray, with sparse lighter hues. The lush fur, the slowly descending darkness, and the fear that gripped me nonetheless prevented me from making out the finer details of its build, but the short distance and the backdrop of the light-colored stone path allowed me to make out its general outline with relative clarity. It stood sideways to me, its head turned toward the fields, seeming to be watching for something.

It was certainly over 2 meters tall, possibly around 2.5 meters or even 3 meters, which I judged based on the difference in height compared to the man I'd just seen. Its legs were long and powerful, and at first glance, clearly animalistic, with a characteristic canine structure. They terminated in small feet that I couldn't clearly see. Above the legs, a heavily furred, not too long, stocky tail protruded from the rear, slightly raised. The body was short and hunched, bristling with short bristles on the back. On the left side, slightly forward, hung a long paw, extending halfway down the leg, ending in fingers clearly similar to human fingers. However, I didn't see any nails or claws at the tips.

I should note that the creature's hands were disproportionately large, and although I can't quite recall this detail, I believe they were, unlike the rest of its body, only slightly furred, and I'm certain they were slightly lighter in color. I didn't manage to observe the other paw at the time, but as the creature walked away from me, I saw that it had another identical paw on the right side of its body, also ending in a hand. The head was proportionally small and clearly resembled a dog's or wolf's head, slightly elongated but shorter than a wolf's, and with a pointed tip, topped by long, upward-pointing, bristly ears. The front of the head, which could be called the creature's "face," like the hands, was visibly less furred and slightly lighter in color, and at its top was a distinct bulge, undoubtedly a brow ridge concealing deep-set eyes, but that's just my opinion. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the eyes. The creature's neck and nape were hidden by a bristling mane. I failed to notice or remember any additional structural details.

Description of the place and course of the event

I will now proceed to describe the entire situation as thoroughly as possible. I will attempt to present it without involving my own analysis or reflections that occurred to me after the event, but rather by accurately presenting the observations I made during the incident and describing the feelings I experienced at the time. Where I am unsure about something, I will make this clear, so as not to inadvertently distort the picture emerging from information I am absolutely certain of. I assure you that the multitude of details contained in this account are based solely on what I was able to capture and remember. I have also made every effort to avoid embellishing or enriching the description with any elements not confirmed by my own memories, and the considerable length of this account stems solely from my desire to provide a meticulous and comprehensive account of the event.

To facilitate the tracing of the events, I have included a sketch of the figure and a simple map on which I have tried to capture the most important elements of the event. I made the original sketch of the creature shortly after the incident, but unfortunately, I can no longer find it, so the attached sketch is based on my memories. The outline of the place is also well known to me, as I mentioned, I visited it countless times in my youth. However, I should immodestly point out that among my many shortcomings, I have one significant advantage: an excellent memory, which is somewhat related to my profession. Interestingly, the momentary trauma resulting from the incident, instead of repressing this memory, permanently etched the creature's appearance and the entire event in my memory. To this day, despite the passage of more than twelve years, I clearly remember every detail I observed during that brief observation, as well as all the circumstances surrounding the incident.It was the second half of August 2008. Unfortunately, I didn't have a watch with me, but I think it all started around 8:30 PM, as it was slowly getting dark, the sun was setting, and the moon was low in the sky. I'm not sure what phase it was in, though I don't think it was a full moon, or I'd be more likely to remember that, but I'm not certain. The weather was beautiful, a hot day, and the sky was only covered with occasional streaks of cloud. I was standing on a dirt paved road about 500 meters from my house. It was a particularly charming spot, where I usually went for archery. That evening, I had finished shooting and was just getting ready to return. It was getting dark, and although it was still light enough to see the target clearly, I was worried about losing my arrow and not being able to find it before dark. I stayed for a moment to have a quiet cigarette, as I smoked occasionally back then. I would also like to point out that I was a complete teetotaler at that time and did not use any intoxicating substances, apart from nicotine, which were impossible for a country boy to access in those years.

So I stood at a crossroads. Straight ahead, the path continued toward a dense, familiar forest, about 200 meters away. To the right, along the path stretched a wall of sparse woodland, essentially a deciduous grove dominated by young maples and linden trees, as well as ancient oaks. The woodland ended in a small clearing. To the left, a field stretched out—a wheat field, if I recall correctly. The field extended all the way to the forest, but on the left side of the path, about 100 meters away, it formed a small bend in the middle, with a small clump of trees—oaks, if I recall correctly. To the left, the path led further between vast fields, and to the right, toward a small, brick bridge over a small river. Further along, it led toward an avenue, sheltered on the left by a row of very old and mighty oaks, and on the right by several mirabelle plum trees, which I used to pick as a child. The avenue opened directly onto the road that led to the village At first, I heard a faint rustling in the woods to my right. The rustling grew louder until it was joined by the sound of footsteps snapping twigs and rustling the leaf litter. After a few seconds, about 10 or 15 meters away, I saw a naked man among the trees at the edge of the woods. I could see him clearly, as it was still quite bright. He didn't seem familiar to me, but I couldn't see his face clearly either, as it was turned toward the fields to my left. Up to this point, the situation, though strange, was relatively normal, but that wasn't the end. The man emerged from the woods, still standing among the trees, looking out at the fields.

A map of the location where the creature was observed, which the listener compared to a werewolf.

He was quite tall, about my height—around 180 centimeters—and of average build, or at least certainly not skinny. I couldn't make out any more details in that short time, but overall, he looked ordinary and average. However, his demeanor was unusual. He was slightly stooped, hunched, and stood in a slight crouch, though I think my assessment of his height was accurate. After two or three seconds of stillness, he began to walk further toward the field, and that's when his transformation began.With each step, he hunched more and more, simultaneously swelling and gaining bulk. Although he seemed to be hunching more and more, he paradoxically grew taller. By the time he took a few steps and stood in the middle of the path opposite my position, straightening his figure slightly in a gesture as if stretching, he was no longer the man I had seen but a tall and powerful humanoid, or rather, animal-humanoid creature. The entire transformation was quick, lasting only a few seconds, and I was unable to observe its exact course. It was also almost silent, accompanied only by the sound of the figure's footsteps and a faint sound like a crumpled piece of paper, a muffled crunch combined with a rustling.

Observing the creature before me, I undoubtedly felt fear, though to my surprise, it wasn't as intense as one might expect. And I must admit, I'm not the bravest person, especially when faced with this type of threat. Apparently, the rapid pace of the event hadn't yet caused me to panic, so as I froze, I felt calm nonetheless. My senses, heightened by the threat and adrenaline, seemed to be functioning properly, allowing for effective observation.

The monster stopped before completing its final step, leaving its right leg slightly behind. It continued to gaze out at the fields for several seconds that felt like an eternity to me. It made no sound and made no discernible movements. I think I saw its chest rise and fall, which might have indicated it was breathing, but today I'm no longer sure. I stood there terrified, silently praying to God that it wouldn't notice me, because until now it seemed to have paid me no attention at all, or ignored me entirely. And I was lucky. After a moment, it turned its snout toward a clump of trees on the left side of the path, about 100 meters away, and after briefly observing it, it turned its back on me and started walking toward it. At first, he walked slowly and, as if sluggishly, slightly dragging his feet, taking a few awkward steps as he entered the grain on the left, but after a moment, he began to break into a bouncy run, and by the time he reached the tussock at an impressive pace and disappeared into the shadow of the trees, he was already bounding forward, jumping from foot to foot in unsteady yet fluid strides. His movements, beyond the initial heaviness and stiffness, were highly dynamic and at the same time very animalistic, except for his upper legs, which he held rigidly at either side of his body as he ran.As soon as it moved, I took a few steps back, terrified. I was hit with a stench that could only be described as the strong stench of a wet dog, or clothing soaked in rain. Initially, I could also hear its footsteps and the rustle of the grain it was moving through, but as it moved away, the sounds became fainter and fainter until they ceased altogether. When it was completely out of sight and I managed to shake myself, my initial stupor turned into panic and fear of the creature's return, so without delay, I ran along the road to the right, to the highway, and from there to the village. It was still relatively light, but I chose to return along the highway rather than the dirt road I normally took to get to this spot from the fields, wanting to get back to people and civilization as quickly as possible. The entire event, from the moment I heard the rustling in the trees to the moment I lost sight of the monster, lasted about a minute, but that didn't sink in until some time later.

Reconstruction of the appearance of the observed creature

A close encounter with a werewolf in Lower Silesia

We present a comprehensive text account of a close encounter with a strange creature in Lower Silesia in 2008. The audio version of the account was featured in episode 34 of the "Witnesses Speak" podcast. The accompanying illustrations are the author's own.

I was prompted to write this post by the fact that while recently searching for an interesting podcast on the broadly defined paranormal, I came across a series I hadn't heard of before, and I'm very surprised by it. After listening to a few of the stories posted there, I decided it was time to share with a wider audience the story I experienced, which also falls under the category of unexplained events. At the end of summer, at the end of August 2008, at the age of 16, I encountered a Werewolf on a country road, apparently... but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Since I currently hold a position where telling such stories is not advisable, and I will also later in this post share my own beliefs on certain matters that are also inappropriate in my profession, I wish to remain completely anonymous. I am a bit older now than I was then, but the passage of time hasn't erased those memories. I am currently well-educated and hold a very responsible job. I consider myself a rather rational person, and certainly not naive or gullible. I always start by looking for a logical explanation for any situation, but in line with my beliefs, I never rule out circumstances that may be beyond our current understanding.

First, I'd like to briefly outline my background at the time of this event. I grew up in a small town in Silesia. I won't reveal the exact location to preserve my anonymity. It's a small village, and the details that appear in this description could easily identify me. The environment in which I grew up, a small, heavily agricultural village inhabited by simple people, mostly immigrants from the eastern borderlands, abounded with reports of many unexplained phenomena. Therefore, from an early age, I had considerable contact, and even practical experience, with such matters. To this day, I believe that all reports of unexplained events speak of factual phenomena that currently elude our understanding, and I consider it absolutely necessary to explore these phenomena and investigate their nature.At 16, I was a rather introverted person, seeking solitude. During this period, I had a number of problems fitting in with people and society in general, primarily due to an almost morbid shyness. During this period, my interests revolved primarily around my current passions, which I cultivate to this day: archery, zoology, nature in general, drawing and graphic arts, history, and, perhaps most importantly, mythology, beliefs, legends, and folktales, with a particular emphasis on the paranormal and cryptozoological. My free time during the holidays, when I wasn't working on my uncle's farm, was usually spent taking solitary walks in the surrounding forests and practicing my air rifle and bow. It was this last activity that brought me that August evening to the place where the whole incident took place.

A close encounter with WiB in Myślenice

On a night in 2015, a resident of Myślenice experienced an unusual event. In the early morning hours, the man awoke with a feeling of heaviness on his chest, and next to him sat a mysterious humanoid figure resembling a young woman. Called "WiB" (women in black), these beings feature prominently in ufological and paranormal literature, often associated with strange, inexplicable events. Despite the brief encounter, the experience left a profound impression on the witness, leaving him with a feeling of uncertainty.

An attempt to reconstruct the appearance of the creature from Myślenice (generative AI was used)

In the early morning hours of winter 2015, a resident of Myślenice experienced an unusual and disturbing encounter in his home. In a telephone conversation, the witness recounted a mysterious visit from a creature he described as a humanoid figure with the appearance of a young woman. The incident bears the hallmarks of a close encounter with the so-called WiB.

The witness awoke around five or six in the morning with a feeling of heaviness in his chest. He opened his eyes and saw the figure of a young woman standing close to him, whom he estimated to be around 22 years old. The creature was dressed in a light white dress with red polka dots, reminiscent of the style worn by Polish women in the 1930s. The most striking feature of her appearance were her inhuman, black eyes, which filled her entire eye sockets.

Despite its unusual appearance, the witness felt no fear or apprehension in the presence of this figure. On the contrary, he felt a pleasant vibration and positive attitude from the girl sitting near him, smiling in a way he described as delicate and artificial. At the same time, however, the figure exuded a distinct artificiality and unnaturalness, which aroused the man's distrust. The figure was motionless, further intensifying the impression of its unnaturalness.The witness attempted to make eye contact and examine the figure more closely, but despite the entity's seemingly positive demeanor, it refused to engage with it. As he tried to push the figure away, the man clearly felt its "hardness." After a few minutes, the figure vanished into thin air, leaving the witness with a sense of astonishment and uncertainty.

The witness shared his thoughts about the encounter, comparing it to accounts of apparitions and paranormal phenomena, which also described tangible, though not entirely material, beings. He noted the intensity of the dress's whiteness and the unnaturally vivid colors of the red stains. The witness compared the whiteness and colors to those seen in laundry detergent advertisements, noting that, in his opinion, their intensity was much greater.

Even though the encounter was short and lasted only a few minutes, it left a deep mark on the memory of the witness, who described it as astonishing and disturbing, but at the same time full of positive vibrations from the mysterious being.

The account from Myślenice is one of several accounts of encounters with the so-called WiB (women in black), figures known in ufological and paranormal literature. It is also one of the few such accounts from Poland. WiB is the female version of the phenomenon known as MiB (men in black, although the name is most often translated as "people in black"). Somewhat contrary to their name, these figures do not always dress in black; they can also be seen in white or other unusual clothing.A distinctive feature of the WiBs is the distinct artificiality emanating from these characters. This manifests itself in exceptionally "stiff," rehearsed behavior, robotic speech patterns (if any verbal communication occurs between the character and the witness), and unnatural facial expressions. The WiBs' clothing is usually old-fashioned and unnaturally clean, sometimes seamless and smooth, giving them an artificial appearance. The Myślenice account also mentions the unnaturally bright colors of the characters' clothing. Some accounts of the WiBs mention completely black eyeballs.

Those who have experienced encounters with WiBs also mention an aura of uncertainty surrounding these figures. The witness from Myślenice, although he felt no fear of the figure, demonstrated a profound lack of trust and a reluctance to engage with him. As is often the case with MIBs, the purpose of the WiBs' visits to witnesses' homes remains unknown.

A transcript of the conversation with the Myślenice witness will be featured in episode 67 of the "Witnesses Speak" podcast. The interviewee requested that his voice be changed and that he remain anonymous.

Elves - did they exist?

Elves, known from legends and literature, continue to evoke much emotion and fascination. Although widely considered fictional creatures, there is no shortage of accounts from people around the world who claim to have had contact with them. In this article, we will examine not only Scandinavian and Irish folklore but also extraordinary archaeological discoveries, such as a mummy from Wyoming and miniature tools found in England. Could these finds suggest the existence of small humanoid beings?

Many argue that elves exist only in medieval legends and Tolkien's imagination, or in children's dreams as Santa's little helpers. But do these magical creatures have any real-world counterparts?

Legends of dwarves, elves, and enchanted lands are known worldwide. There are canons of Scandinavian folklore, and Irish oral traditions feature dwarves and other mischievous elves, who live on in literature. However, few individual accounts from around the world have come to light. Native Americans in the United States and Canada recount similar legends.

Most evidence for the existence of these small humanoid creatures comes from eyewitness accounts. Encounters with an elven creature typically occur when it approaches a house and asks for food or shelter. If the resident refuses, the elf curses them. However, elves generally avoid contact with humans. Most legends describe them living deep in the forest, where they lead a solitary life.

While many people tend to dismiss the testimonies of people who have allegedly encountered elves as fantasies or hallucinations, scientific, archaeological discoveries make one think... at least for a minute or two.

In 1932, a 30-centimeter-tall mummy was found by gold prospectors exploring the Pedro Mountains, 60 miles southwest of Casper, Wyoming, USA. The mummy was found sitting on a ledge in a small granite cave. Its legs were crossed, and its arms were folded. It had a flat nose, a low forehead, and a wide, thin mouth. The mummy was X-rayed and examined. The Department of Anthropology at Harvard University confirmed its authenticity and declared that its owner had died at the age of 65. Dr. George Gill, more skeptical, believed it may have been an infant with a congenital defect that caused short stature for adult proportions. Since its discovery, the mummy changed owners several times before eventually disappearing.Interestingly, the Shoshone and Crow Indians who inhabited those areas have legends about "little people" in their traditions.

Perhaps the most spectacular and astonishing discovery came in the 19th century. Hundreds of small flint tools were found in the Pennine hills of east Lancashire, UK, all no more than half an inch long. Among these tools were scrapers, augers, and crescent-shaped knives. These tools were incredibly beautiful and, in many cases, required a magnifying glass to examine closely. None of these small tools, at their full size, could be used for their original purpose. They were considered ritual replicas... but which ones, and why so small? Were these tools made by small people?

Like something out of an elf tale, small tools similar to those from Lancashire have been found all over the world, including in Devon and Suffolk in England, as well as in Egypt, Africa, France, Italy and India.

It seems that if elves existed/could have existed, more evidence or encounters with these very small people may have been collected or documented. However, if giant, three-meter-tall bipedal apes like Sasquatch or Yeti could interfere with their existence, it would have been much easier for the elves, who were only a few inches tall, to live on their own!

Кундюбки с квашеной капустой и грибами

Ингредиенты

Одна порция заварного теста для пельменей

1 стакан квашеной капусты

2 луковицы

1 морковь

50 г сухих лесных грибов

3-4 ст.л. растительного масла

1 лавровый лист

10 горошин черного перца

5 горошин душистого перца

черный перец свежего помола

Потушите квашеную капусту. Луковицу мелко нарежьте и обжарьте в сотейнике на растительном масле до румяного цвета. Квашеную капусту нарежьте, чтобы не было длинных ломтиков. Добавьте в сотейник с луком. Перемешайте, добавьте немного капустного рассола или воды. Готовьте под крышкой на медленном огне около часа. За это время перемешайте капусту несколько раз, при необходимости подливайте воду или рассол.

Сухие грибы промойте и замочите в теплой воде на 30 минут. Процедите воду в кастрюлю через дуршлаг, выстеленный бумажной салфеткой. Грибы еще раз тщательно промойте, сложите в кастрюлю и долейте столько воды, чтобы общий объем составил 1.5 л. Добавьте луковицу, морковь, лавровый лист, черный и душистый перец горошком. Слегка посолите и отварите грибы до мягкости, 35-45 минут после закипания.

Грибной отвар еще раз процедите через бумажную салфетку. Грибы остудите и нарежьте мелкими кусочками.

Смешайте грибы с капустой, снимите с плиты и остудите до комнатной температуры.

Тесто разделите на 3-4 части. На подпыленной мукой рабочей поверхности раскатайте одну часть теста в лепешку толщиной 1.5-2 мм. Нарежьте ее квадратами со стороной 7 см. На угол каждого квадрата положите немного начинки, закройте противоположным углом и соедините края, тщательно обжимая тесто вокруг начинки, чтобы выпустить воздух. Соедините углы треугольника.

Смажьте растительным маслом противень или плоскую форму для запекания. Выкладывайте готовые ушки рядами.

Разогрейте духовку до 180 С. Поставьте противень с ушками и запекайте 15-17 минут, до румяного цвета.

Запеченные кундюбки разложите по порционным глиняным горшочкам, залейте горячим грибным отваром, накройте крышкой и поставьте в духовку на 15-20 минут. Подавайте со сметаной.

Приятного аппетита!