Julia Njord
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The creepy ghost of a suicide: The main thing is don't turn around
8 years ago, something happened that for everyone the most terrible thing in life is the loss of a loved one. My father died. To say that I was grieving is to say nothing. He loved me more than other children (that is, more than my brothers and sisters). I remember how I didn't believe it when my brother came in and told me about my father's death, and how I cried when his coffin was in the apartment on the 3rd day. When we went to the cemetery... Yes, that's when my grief was replaced by interest in strange and frightening events around...
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Fiction
In memory of Mary: the drowned man who took her
I would like to tell you a sad story about my friend. I had a friend. Her name was Mary. She was a true friend, she never betrayed me, if I quarreled with my parents, she always let me stay at her place for the night. In short, she and I were like sisters. So one day I once again quarreled with my parents, called her, and asked if it was possible to come to her. She said she would be very glad to see me, and I went to her house.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
The cursed apartment: these horrors happened on Christmas Day
This story happened to my friend, currently with my godmother. As it often happens, she got married early because she got pregnant early. After the birth of their daughter, she and her husband decided to live separately from their parents, renting an apartment. They have been looking for a cheaper option for a long time. They found an apartment for rent almost for nothing, fully furnished, since the former tenants usually moved out and did not take it. They moved, started living.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
Don’t look at me!
There was one time, about 5 years ago, when my mother complained about the doorbell in the morning. They called at night, between 2 and 3 o’clock. Insistently, demanding. Mom said that every time she was surprised that no one at home could hear them except her, and she would get up, go to the hallway, and ask, without hesitation; hurrying to open it, “Who is there?!”. And the answer to her every time was silence.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Fiction
The incident in the tunnel, after which I immediately quit
As a student, I worked part-time as a night traveler on the subway, but I didn’t stay there for long. Strange stories have happened to me this year (or a little less, I don’t remember exactly how much I hung out there), but now I’ll tell you the one after which I immediately quit.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
Abandoned village
I love this village. I've been coming here every summer for almost twenty years. Everything is nearby here: forest, field, and river. The village is relatively large, three kilometers to the nearest village through forests and fields, and about fifteen kilometers to the highway. About three years ago, they began actively buying houses (what to do, people are getting old and dying) for suburban plots.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
Strange elderly woman on the road
It happened to me personally in 2003. I live in London, have a family, a job. But I come from a small village, about fifty kilometers from the city. Now, of my relatives, we have only a grandmother who did not want to leave her native place. I visit her occasionally, mostly on some weekends. On that very day, it happened.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
A child in the morgue
One of my relatives worked for 20 years in the medical examination court. And when I was little, I always asked her, “Aren’t you afraid to work with the dead?” She always told me to be afraid of the living, not the dead. But there was one time when she was confused.
By Julia Njord3 years ago in Horror
Revenge of ghosts or a bloody detective
When Uncle Mason came for the summer with his daughters, Agata was over the moon with happiness. Of course! Two whole girlfriends. One is twelve, the other is ten years old. Agatha was then just between them; in age — she was eleven.
By Julia Njord4 years ago in Horror
