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Fog and deeper than Fog…

coffee-1At two a.m. I was woke from a dream and I was dreaming about a small boy who had climbed the bell tower in the village and was ringing the bell. It was olden days and he was ringing the bell out of fear. Fear of being murdered as some of his friends and staff members of the school he attended right there in the old monastery…

He rang the bell and screamed in Russian, “убитый” or “murdered.”

This was not the first time I had dreamed of this boy and I laid back down and put it to a worn out mind that I had from a long day. Then as I closed my eyes; the bell on the tower at the monastery rang. It was just a few minutes after 2 a.m. and it was pitch dark. On top of that it was foggy, so foggy that a flashlight refused to cut through it and with aid of a light, I was able to see barely my hand in front of me. The reflecting light from the water droplets dancing in the air around me,were in fact a hindrance to walking as I was being blinded by the reflections. I was all aglow and the light was contained in an envelope of foggy suppression…

Boza was thinking twice about walking with me, for he sensed I was dumb and going to go to the tower. The tower bell kept ringing, one long resonating ring after another, about five seconds apart. Boza stuck to my side and I held the flashlight as low as my arm would allow and with knowledge of the path up the hill in my head, we trudged upward to the bell tower as it rang in the dark, so thick wet fog, that I was drenched with water running off me in a few seconds. The fog clung like a cloak of suffocating cloth…

coffeeI will be honest with you; I turned back three times and three times the bell rang an extra ring. That turned me back to the sound and I kept going. As I got near the tower, I could make out a shrill voice screaming bloody murder and my dream rolled over me in a wave that made the fog thicker yet…

Now if I had ever doubted that sound is a physical force that can alter and effect your surroundings. I will never have such thoughts again. I stood right in front of the bell tower, I knew by the ground around me, for Boza and I have transverse this area many times during the day and night. Then the bell rang and as the wave of sound rolled across Boza and I, the water droplets, were pushed in front of it and collected into a huge sheet of water that descended upon us as a avalanche of water. What was not soaked, became soaked…

Then I heard a wail from whoever it was ringing the bell. It was such a sad and forlorn sound, that my soul wept as I heard it again and again. Boza and I walked around the whole tower, for I knew it was locked up, but as we came back to the front of the tower. I heard a cracking of wood. The sound continued and something grunted and with a last sound of shredding wood, it became silent all around. Then the bell rang again and and Boza barked, then leaped into the open doorway of the side wing of the tower. I could not see Boza for the fog was so thick, but I knew where he went. I walked straight ahead and found Boza and a door. A door that had been locked, was ripped open, the lock torn from the wood around it and the door swung back and forth gently as if in a summer breeze. There is no way around us and or out of this wing, except straight up through the missing roof, or through the newly ripped open door…

Through the door and inside, the fog was not present and I have my camera as I always do. I snapped a picture with flash of course and saw a stairway leading upwards. It was new and I have never seen these stairs. Using the flashlight, I progressed one meek step at a time upwards…

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Boza decided he had enough and curled up into a ball near the door to the right side of it. His eyes closed as if that would make it all go away. I being of lessor intelligence than Boza walked to the stairs and with the aid of a flash on the camera and the flashlight, went up to see what I could find. Now, I am not going to tell you that I am a brave and fearless soul, for I would be lying and telling a story. I was scared $%^&*@# and my legs were like weak jello as I climbed the stairs. To what?

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To an empty room, that is what! The stairs continued upwards, but ended against a sealed roof and there was no way up any farther at that point. What ever had ripped the door open, could not have gotten by me, for the stairs are too small for more than one at a time. The room I found was effectively a sealed room for now…

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Then the bell rang and the sound was horrendous inside that room. The vibration cut through me like a knife through butter and I felt something trying to take a bit of me with it as the sound faded…

It was right at that point that I decided that I am no longer caring who or what it is, I decided, as Boza had already, it is time to go home and allow the games to be played without us. I left the tower, I grabbed a huge log and forced the door closed against its wishes and Boza and I slowly stumbled away in the fog so thick, I could not see. I fell down twice before I realized that I dropped my flashlight somewhere along the way escaping back there and turned to find that no light was visible to see were I dropped it. It was that thick of a fog…

I started to go back to get the flashlight and when I reached the center of the bell tower front, the bell rang one last time and as the sheet of water colluded around me, something fell from the tower and hit the ground hard, right in front of me. Boza growled and the hair on my body stood on end and I heard a shuffle of feet, a groan and breathing as in a dying gasp type breathing. A smell of sweet decay wafted over me and then a wail so loud, that my heart almost stopped and something shot past Boza and I (down the hill toward the lake at a run) and it took the fog with it, for in a few minutes, the stars became visible as I stood there and no more than a few feet away, lay my flashlight shining upwards in all its glory. The sky was just starting to show a glimmer of light in the distance and a bird chirped with delight near by…

We went home after I propped another log against the door, for the air had cleared and the force that had been present was gone and all was calm again…

Fog and deeper than Fog, or maybe I should just say; Truth can be stranger than fiction at times…

Now that is why I love Russia…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

PS: I am going to go back later today and nail that door shut with several boards. Go back with the sun shinning and the safety of its warmth… 🙂

11 Comments

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  2. Cristi June 22, 2015

    You said that you closed your eyes and heard the bell. Did you dream this adventure or was it for real and you woke up from your bed and really went there, with your overalls and shoes being wet when back home?

  3. Russian_Village Post author | June 22, 2015

    Cristi,

    I was dreaming then tried to sleep again, was waken completely by the bell ringing and went to investigate. Or was it all a dream and somehow my clothes were wet?

    I promise you that it was real and is a normal happening ever since I started coming to the village. The village has a very varied past and many died here during the Soviet times. The school actually two schools, one school for the deaf and one school for the blind coexisted together as one unit and those schools are what had a sordid past and the skeletons try to escape to tell the world…

    But last night was the strongest that I have ever seen the past rear its head and scream for recognition of what has happened. I guess if you believed in ghosts, then you would say that the village is haunted…

    Most people will scoff and call me stupid and a liar, but it is what it is and I have spent years following what is happening here…

    Kyle

    Oh and yes I nailed the door shut, it had been broken… If I wanted to make up a story, I have a much better imagination than the level of this story and could really make it wild. But what is, is what is…

  4. Jim_D June 23, 2015

    I too have felt sound as a force, so it’s good to hear this from someone else. It happened more than once, but in my case it might be that I experienced such a jolt of adrenaline, that it felt almost like being hit with a board.
    That said, there are a number of reasons this must be handled carefully. Either this is a story (the murders of the past) that needs to be told; or it’s a allure to draw you and your readers into curiosity about dark things. The decay smell sounds demonic, but might just be part of the urgency to relate the events of the past. Tread carefully.

  5. Anonymous June 23, 2015

    OMG! This has happened too me and it makes me cringe to reember it and I just about screamed when you said about the fallen thing from the tower my skin crawled. It is so good to hear someone else has things like this happen! I thought I was alone!

  6. Russian_Village Post author | June 23, 2015

    Jim_D;

    It is about murders of the past. This has been constant since I first came here 8 or 9 years ago. To the village I mean. There seems to have been multiples of untimely deaths that have occurred here and they scream for recognition of what happened. There was an evil presence, but but it seems to have abated over time, but as you say and as I realize, I tread carefully with that part of what is happening….

    The Orthodox church having stepped back to care for the place has helped tremendously with past issues and the church is now digging up the bones of the dead to care for the past as they should. There are saints buried here and they are trying to find them all…

    Kyle

  7. Russian_Village Post author | June 23, 2015

    No you are not alone, just that people are scared to bring forth what they feel or see at times. You have to accept what is and then it all becomes even more clarified as time goes by and you allow more acceptance of what is real and not real…

    The world is much more than what we see, for the physical boundaries are very limited and if we allow that limitation, then we are limited in our knowledge…

    Thanks for stopping by…

  8. Marion June 23, 2015

    The boundaries are weakening…because I am old Celt, with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, I often see things…the other night I walked into the kitchen and saw a mist floating in front of me like steam from a tea kettle. Knowing I had nothing on the stove going, I said to it “I love you, honey” and the mist disappeared. I believe it
    was my husband… My cats often track things I don’t see – just live with it – part and parcel of the second sight.

  9. Russian_Village Post author | June 23, 2015

    Marion,

    He was probably hungry and looking for something to eat! Did he raid the refrigerator? 🙂

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