Four times, well actually five times including last winter with Svetochka…
I have seen a person that just simply disappears in thin air. Sveta has seem this person, or at least as well as they could be seen from a kilometer away. I have seen this entity up close and it is an old man, very old and he walks slowly and looks around. He stays near the dam area of our lake and today was the nearest that I have been able to get to him…
It was 5 a.m. and just getting light out. The eastern sky was glowing and I could see very well. I was standing at the top of the hill and noticed a man walking up the road. He had on what looked to be dark wool pants, dark wool coat and a strange white hat. A hat that looked like a military hat. He would walk a little bit and then stop bend over look at something on the road and then straighten up and look around. At that point he would walk a little farther…
Always on the road…
Normally I would go another way. Many times I do not want to meet anyone and go around these people. Therefore, when I recognized this person, from several other times seeing him in the distance, I walked toward him. He never acknowledged me and we became closer and closer. Boza stop and sniffed the air when he was about 10 meters from him. I was still 50 meters away. Boza, started to growl and the hair hackled on his neck and back. The guy paid Boza no mind…
I then blinked and realized I needed to keep my eyes on him. So, I walked and tried to not even blink. It was time to meet this guy. After twenty meters or so, I found myself with watery eyes and was fighting the urge to blink. (Until you try to keep from blinking, you never realize how often you do blink!) I stepped to where Boza was and we were about 10 meters away. Through blurry eyes, I saw a very very old man…
I blinked my eyes to clear them, he was gone….Boza then calmed down and we walked to where he last stood. No prints in the soft wet sand of the road! No sign of him and no inkling of where he went, was or had been, or even could be. Boza was happy and went running down the road looking for kitties, as he loves to do. Boza can not see well at all, but he knew something was there and then something was gone…
Boza played in the lower dam area and stirred up a kitty, I stood and studied the area for signs of who and what had been there. I could find nothing and realized, that he was never there. Or at least there in a physical sense….The Tiny Russian Village has many spirits from the old days and I have had my share of meeting them. In one form or another…
This one seems to be only located on a certain section of the road. Several villagers know of said spirits and that was a subject that I talked to the Bishop about when he came a month or so ago. They have a list of rumored sightings in the village for all the years it has been here and he knows it is true, or wants to understand it better…
I looked at my prints I had left in the sand behind me. They were clear and defined! No questions that I had been walking in soft wet sand. I looked at the road where he had walked up, the same sand, same wetness and found not a single footstep until we got to where the roads net. Then I found two sets of shoe prints and I knew who they were from and in fact, I just met a few minutes ago, as I am writing this article, one of the ladies who made the prints. She had walked her daughter to the bus stop several kilometers away and was coming home. She was happily eating plums from her part time villager brothers home. She makes little humming sounds of happiness as she munches on these plums. I can always hear her as she walks to her home… 😉
So Boza and I walked to the main road near the fish building and turned around. We retraced our steps, on purpose and I looked again for what I could have missed. We reached a point that the sand is very soft and hard to walk in. Not a print, except what I had left and they were deeply imprinted in the sand. This person who disappeared had walked through this same spot. I watched him do it…
Four times and I hope many more…
I want to get close enough to study him. He intrigues me and I feel a need to try to contact him. Could you imagine the knowledge he may be able to pass on, if he is even able to. From his clothing, he looks to be from early 1900’s…
No I am not crazy and Boza will tell you that we saw something….and I like what I saw….Next time I am saying, “privet (привет)” – which is short for privetstvuyu (приветствие,) which is a greeting of friendliness and try to get his attention!
I hope he knows Russian?
WtR