Mysterious stories from life of the famous Hollywood actors who played roles of the famous and loved by us superheroes are known. For example, the role of the superman Supermen was unsuccessful for most of actors who after a role, or died under tragic circumstances, or were the forgotten all producers and didn't act more.

Mysterious stories from life of people
Christopher Reeve as the superman Supermen
The superman George Reeves, found with a bullet in the head some days before the wedding, and it is still unclear, there was this murder or suicide.

History of other performer Supermen — Christopher Reeve — is even more sad: he fell from a horse and before dying, spent several years paralyzed in a wheelchair. Margo Kidder who in the same movie played the superhero's girlfriend went crazy …

Mysticism it, or just to the imagination of actors by means of which they earn popularity is definitely known to nobody, but after detailed studying of these cases, the thought that certain forces, except human, in this world after all exist is imposed.

Except writers, the mystic occurs also in life of actors. So, the movie "Viy" which was shot according to Gogol's work is known to all. People who read the book or watched the movie, know that it "is literally stuffed" with mysticism and otherworldly forces.

Mysterious stories from life of people

Natalya Varley in the movie "Viy"

These ominous forces, except the movie, according to actors and screenwriters, didn't leave them and off-screen.

On shootings there were the whole series of mystical events as if someone tried to stop process. The actress Natalya Varley who played a leading role very long and strongly was ill though before problems with health at it weren't observed.

After the movie she long didn't act - cinema as if turned away from her. Except other troubles, she lost the husband. During shootings of the main scenes which happened in Ukraine the old church involved in shootings burned down at night.

Besides, as the actress speaks, she took record of the movie with herself, traveling by sea, however it wasn't succeeded to look at it with it, every time when she tried to include it, the whole gale began.

It happened, and can and occurred in the first day of my stay in university.

Then all of us elegant, had a rest after difficult receipt in the remained summer, got acquainted among themselves at once and approached, movable by one common goal by study. All arrived were with excellent communicative skills, is much higher than an average. "Study won't be in such collective tiresome and boring", - I thought with relief.

That day we had three couples. The foreign language was put in the last couple. For me what in higher education institution is studied three foreign languages as itself there were I from a provincial solitude was a new experience and at us it is universal all schools in the settlement studied German.



For studying foreign, all were quickly divided on groups. I went to continue a course of earlier learned German at school, and others to study the foreign.

The German (uchitelk of German) at first was presented, told us about requirements imposed by it gave the list of references which needed to be taken for studying of German. Well and, then, I passed to acquaintance. She according to the list in the magazine, called surnames and the student has to become in reply from the place.

When listed all, I asked: Whether "There are not called yet?"

"Yes, is!" the fellow from the last school desk a little shy gave a hand. "You me, sorry, I was mistaken, I generally learn French."

We as now I remember, hardly restrained not to laugh. And the reason here in what. The poor creature on change with enthusiasm in a corridor talked to the newly made fellow student, it turned out that at them hobbies coincided. They talked to such interest that one instead of group into the French with a call entered into audience together with the friend to us into German. And late I found not only because of his shyness, and still because they and with a call continued and having sat down at a school desk the talk, turning on the events around them a little.

The case is this though we and graduated long ago from University, it isn't erased from memory in any way. Here to what absent-mindedness brings sometimes.

" That summer serene day I went, as usual, to work, singing something to myself under a nose. Only I decided to pass not as always, and the yards as workers spread asphalt on a path.



I went everything, soaked into the thoughts. Nerves about the mornings got by the wife plaid pranks. In view of that, I decided to stop to smoke. I stop at a house, a shop there, I sat down. I lit, I look on a shop near me the purse, by sight expensive and most likely not empty lies. And around that all windows.

To take not to take!? This question sounded at me as rhetorical in mind.

At me is just with problem finance, the wife since morning won't begin to scold in vain. I finished smoking I look at the watch, then involuntarily everything at alone lying ownerless purse. Rest it doesn't give everything. But suddenly who will see from a window?!

Problems then you won't be gathered. At us in the district each dog of each other knows. Well to make itself not to people and to carry in police, so I will be late for work, it, precisely there, the administration won't estimate. I have a look at this burse finally (even I didn't begin to touch it) and поперся back home before work. I lacked still excess problems. And suddenly, who would see from a window.)))"

Friends, this mystical story from life of neighbors happened ten years ago. In our entrance there lived the close-knit family from three people: mother, father and their little daughter.

It were the beautiful people loving each other and all the time carrying out together. I even noticed how some of our neighbors looked to them following with envy.

Mystical history from the neighbour's life

Trouble

But once there was a trouble. All family spent days off at the dacha, the father with the daughter decided to come back home earlier, and Galina (so called mother of family) remained to complete all garden affairs. But her husband and the daughter didn't reach to the house, and had an accident and died. She learned about it only the next days.

There took place a funeral, Galina ceased to appear on people. Several months later I saw it and just didn't learn: once beautiful woman strongly grew old and lost weight. Probably, deep experiences about loss of a family affected.

Entrance

But further I began to notice that Galina always tried to get to an entrance with someone, but not one. I didn't understand the reason of her such behavior and not especially thought of it. But once we happened to meet near our entrance, she diligently pretended that she just looks for keys in a bag, but I – that knew that is with it not so.

I was curious why she is afraid to come into an entrance one, and then she dumbfounded me the question: "Look, please, behind me there is nobody?" I fell into a stupor … "Isn't present, Galya, nobody …" — I strange answered. Then she seized me by an elbow and practically dragged me in an entrance.

By the way, she lived on the first floor so she stretched me to the most apartment, quickly I dived into it and slammed in front of me a door. That all this was, I didn't understand, but then guessed that, most likely, our neighbor went crazy from a grief. So and absolutely ceased to pay to it attention once again not to be confused.

Sometimes I saw from a window as it goes down the street and all the time sharply looks back, and sometimes and pulls hands as if waves away from someone.

Once to me at a door our district police officer with a question as long I didn't see our neighbor Galina knocked. I shrugged shoulders as can weeks two to me it wasn't necessary to face it. Then I also heard vanity and noise on the landing of the first floor. I look, and there all: both police, and senior on the house, and the Ministry of Emergency Situations Galya's doors are broken open.

I didn't begin to go down there as and without me there was enough crowd. But I perfectly saw everything from a window: as took out a black plastic bag and our senior on the house which was pumped out by doctors of the ambulance. Of course, and then I understood that me have nothing to do there, but later I – found out what there occurred.

Mysterious death

Galina was found in a bathroom, it lay in water facedown. What was created in a bathroom, it is simple not to describe: the broken-off blind a shower, full mess around. Dead Galya's nails were directly – are pulled out, and on a tile the dried-up blood was a circle. Her hair were pulled out and are scattered by scraps on a floor and in water.

Mystical history from life

Of course, such case could be written off for murder with the purpose to rob, her family once lived well. But from the apartment nothing was gone.

Strange and the fact that the door of a bathroom was closed from within that is if someone and entered there, then surely I had to get out somehow. There is more: handles of windows in the apartment were winded among themselves by a wire so that they couldn't be opened.

First really resembles murder, however, how the murderer then left the apartment, and the door was closed from within?

As a result, the police issued everything as suicide. But I know that something pursued our neighbor that she carefully tried to get off it. It means "something" didn't bear good, time she so was afraid. Means "something" approached it too close.

Story about true friendship of people

There was in our company one guy, called him Tim. He worked as the programmer and I coul

d sit for days at writing of programs. I could eat, smoke at the computer and even to sleep. It is good though in a toilet it was necessary to rise, and that so, probably, and I have become rooted to the workplace. And he really loved the work, spending behind it much time.

Contrary to the occurring opinion on such people that they supposedly unsociable, our friend was very sociable and open person. If he managed to be pulled out somewhere, he easily became soul of any company while practically I didn't drink.

With him it was always cheerful — Tim knew a heap of jokes and funny things. And as he in persons was able to show demotivators! In it to him wasn't equal.

Here only he had no girl though the guy he was quite nice, kind, clever and, besides, teetotal. Any which appeared on the horizon of his private life preferred to leave somewhat quicker, having learned about it "close friendship" with the computer. However, Tim it isn't strong and upset.

Here so time also went until once he has decided to leave from our city to other regions. About the decision he was silent long and told nothing to nobody prior to the most farewell party.

To all of us, of course, it was sad that Tim leaves. Nevertheless, we have sincerely wished him good luck.

User Facebook

Tim moved to other city. Living on the new place, it passed into the social network Facebook, but the account in our group didn't remove too and periodically left to communicate to us. I asked it to add me as a friend Facebook, however he refused, having explained it with the fact that this social net is necessary to it only for work.

For me it was strange and unusual — well how here to communicate on work through Facebook? Though you never know, I can something I don't understand. I didn't begin to insist.

After a while Tim wrote that he had a girl and they are fine. Call her Mary. Only he didn't post photos — neither joint, nor the. But not to trust it there were no reasons so we were only glad that at last it found the destiny, and drank for their happiness.

Passed still some time. Life flowed the turn. Each of us had pleasures and problems, work. When gathered, often remembered Tim. Once wanted to call, but it became clear that nobody found time to write down number of its phone.

Story about the guardian angel

And one night I was woken by the message from a social net from Tim which came to the mobile phone. I read its short "How are you doing?" and already wanted to send it because so late I decided to communicate as suddenly I felt an unpleasant smell.

As it appeared, I forgot to switch off gas and the vessel on a plate already began to burn. Having liquidated danger, I thanked him, having told that he wrote in time and saved me from the fire. What he answered: "Address!".

There was also one more case. Our general friend Mark came back home at night and approached already road transition as suddenly to it the message from Tim came on mobile: "How are you?". That departed from the road to answer.

And this minute at a huge speed the car takes off, turns over, having met a border, and crashes into a wall. If Mark didn't depart, just would kill him.

Having discussed these two cases at a meeting, we for fun wrote to our Christ Redeemer whether he was closed up by the psychic or the seer. He answered us with the laughing smilies.

The same year, when all this happened, Jay from our company had a business trip to the new city of Tim, but to meet Tim at it it didn't turn out — that was in offline all the time, and to find so – didn't leave.

Approaching by a taxi, Jay saw wreaths and plates on a column. From one of them watched a smiling face of Tim at it, and with another — girls by the name of Mary.

As it was told by the taxi driver, a few years ago this guy arrived and, having left the airport, saw that the group of morons sticks to the girl. He interceded for it, but forces were too unequal. So Tim also met Mary with whom he divided eternity.

I heard this history which strongly ulybnut me from one friend. Further I give history from his face.

"At that time to me was years five-six. Precisely I remember one that I at that time didn't go to school. In kindergarten there was a quarantine and I stayed at home with the grandmother. It was a little boring for me, there was a wish to meet somewhat quicker friends from a garden. The grandmother watched some transmission about health. She asked not to disturb me for the period of her. I obediently, trying not to rustle I played machines when called a door. Times were not these, quiet yet. The grandmother, asked me to learn who there, without wishing to come off viewing.

Calling there was a collector of waste paper. In those days such visits were frequent. I let in it. The grandmother, having learned who she it, without rising from a chair, gave me valuable instructions. But, as always, I didn't listen to the end of them.

Having seated the getter of waste paper in a hall on a chair, I dragged a pile of newspapers from the storeroom. But it seemed to me it insufficiently. And I took still at the same time and those which lay separately on a coffee table to which the grandmother sat, as ill luck would have it a back. Their missions were unknown to me, I during that time didn't go to school and wasn't able to read.

I by all means wanted to grow up quicker big and to go to school too to collect waste paper. The grandmother sat having stared in the screen of the TV and didn't pay any attention to me. The boy, having received a treasured thick pile of newspapers, having quickly told "Thanks" and "Good-bye" left back home.

The granny praised me for independence. And in the evening I was already abused by the father, the inveterate bibliophile and the honourable reader of library. He long looked for newspapers on a coffee table until I admitted that I gave them to the pioneer. Newspapers by unhappy accident were from library and the father as he stood well distances on their big protection home from the reading room. He even didn't manage to read them up to the end. It was necessary to redden to the father because of me in library, to compensate by brand new books from our home library and cake the librarian so to make my amends. But he didn't cut me, and just stood in the corner as the intelligent person and long lectured.

But it was the first and last time in life when I helped to collect waste paper."