Season 2. Episode 2. Istanbul. Scary tales told at night … Part 1. “Prophecy” on the alarm clock.

After a few moves, we settled in the very heart of Istanbul next to Taksim Square, a two-minute walk from Istiklal Street.

We loved this place and the welcoming friendly attention of the owner of the apartment, Khalil, and the sincere disposition of the housekeeper Zuleikha.

On Friday afternoon, when my son and I were about to go for a walk, as usual in anticipation of the arrival of our friends, an alarm clock suddenly rang on the phone, which none of us had set.

“You need to leave, there’s less than a week … you need to go to North America” ​​- the creeping line on the top of the alarm clock said “prophetically”. By the way, how it is possible to write anything there is still not clear to me.

We did not know how to react to this warning, who wrote it, is it true or false.

We thought …

Why do we have to leave within a week, what can happen?

Unclear. There was no explanation.

“As for North America, it’s not easy, we don’t have a visa to the US. Maybe it makes sense for us to go to Antalya?”, I asked my son.

“In my opinion, this is not a stupid thought” – he responded and dialed the number of Turkish airlines.

“Good afternoon, please tell me the flights to Antalya in the coming days and the price of tickets.” – he asked.

“Oh, you called on time, you know that we now have special discounts on the flight to Tucson, I myself recently flew round trip for $ 500. And I’m just delighted with this trip!” – we heard the voice of the “operator” from the phone.

“We need a flight to Antalya, not Tucson. We do not have an American visa.”

“Oh, do you need a transatlantic flight?” – the operator asked …

Amazing! It was as if he didn’t hear us or didn’t want to understand, imposing on us the thought expressed in the creeping line of the alarm clock.

What does that mean? Was it a real Turkish Airlines operator? Or not?

We looked at each other with surprise and at that moment heard another alarm clock ringing that we also have not set.

I grabbed my phone and read a new note on the creeping line:

“You can stay in Istanbul longer, but do not walk in crowded places. You are not in Turkey, you are on your way to North America. You do not need to go to Antalya.”

Why? I don’t know, we didn’t understand. But we didn’t go.

Exactly one week has passed since that message and the clearly marked at the first ring of the alarm clock day and hour has come …

We walked our favorite route across Istiklal Street to the beautiful white bridge over the Golden Horn to admire the beautiful view while awaiting the “arrival” of our friends.

We stood on the bridge and headed back, as usual discussing our business, or rather not even our business, but those extraordinary events that we thought were happening to our friends and acquaintances.

And we were already on Istiklal Street, when all of a sudden my son says to me in a frightened way:

“Some strange guy has been walking behind us all the way for two hours and constantly takes pictures of us, don’t look at him and pretend that you haven’t noticed anything.”

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 1. The Paranormal Scam. Part 3.

Adam. He allegedly sailed from the port of Eilat on a ship sailing to Africa.

And suddenly he disappeared …

We and Ariel, his friend, were very upset about this.

We called him many times on Whatsapp.

A rough male voice answered.
“Good afternoon! Please, call Adam!”, we asked.

“Snip-snip”, spoke a voice in the phone and from there came sounds as if a knife was sharpening. “Snip-snip”

“Where is Adam? Please, call him”, we asked again, and in response we heard that the knife began to sharpen even more intensively than before. “Snip-snip”, “Snip-snip”

We were very worried about him, but one day there was a call from an unknown number from the Republic of Chad in Central Africa. And we shuddered with joy when we heard Adam’s voice filled with adrenaline on the phone.

“Hello! Guys, don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m alive and well, I’m in the desert, it’s very beautiful here, I ride across the Sahara in a car with Bedouins.

I boarded a ship sailing to Kenya, to Mombasa in the port of Eilat. I was in a hurry to leave and did not inquire about it. But I should have!

As we sailed away, I was surprised to find that all the sailors on the ship were very large, just huge men from Africa, ranging from 7 to 8 feet tall and weighing over 400 pounds.

The ship was extremely hot, stuffy, and there were absolutely no normal conditions. But these amazing Africans did not even sweat in the sun and each of them drank 40 cans of beer at a time and ate some incredible amount of food, namely cans of stew. They just amazed me, I have never seen such huge people before!

And I got scared when I accidentally saw that they were carrying contraband goods, and a lot of other strange things happened on the ship.

In addition, these giants began to show too much interest in me and I realized that this trip might not end well. And I decided to run.

One day, when the ship was cruising not far from the coast, with the approach of darkness, I made an attempt to bribe the sentry.

He, on reflection, agreed, but asked for a considerable amount in order not to notice my departure – 500 thousand Kenyan shillings.

I wrote him a check and he let me go. And, relying on the will of God and the skill of the freediver, I jumped from the ship into the sea. I swam for a long, very long time, but the sea helped me, I felt its support and I managed to safely swim to the coast, which I could not see in the dark, but it was something like a desert.

I was afraid of poisonous snakes and predatory animals that go hunting in the desert at night and therefore decided to wait for the morning, standing near the water’s edge.

And when the sun rose, I saw an incredibly majestic and endless desert. I realized that it was Sahara. I had no idea where to go and went where my eyes were looking.

I was barefoot, and as the sun approached its zenith, the sand became hotter and more and more burned my feet. So I walked about 25 miles.

In fact, I could have walked a hundred miles and not met anyone, but a real miracle happened, I met Bedouins who decided to take a car ride in the desert.

And they gave me water to drink, gave me clean clothes and I became a participant in their trip, though I don’t know where we are now …

Adam’s voice trembled with indescribable sensations …

And many more people and many more stories …

We just found ourselves in a whirlpool of events taking place with our friends and acquaintances, experiencing them together with them, trying to help them at least with something. And in these conversations day after day, day after day passed, and we did not even think about our own situation and how we ourselves will continue to live.

We wanted to leave the huge and crowded Istanbul, to Antalya, Dalaman or just out of city to calmly think over and analyze the situation, but we were constantly waiting for the arrival of one or another of our friends …

True, we understood that something was wrong here, all these stories were very strange, but until some time we believed them.

Since almost each of them gave in his story such details that no one except us and him and maybe a few more people could have known and because there was no thought in our head that the voice of a familiar person can be spoken not by a human or a robot … Who then? And how?

For a long time we did not realize that we were not talking with these people and not even with people in general, although the timbre and intonation of the voice that we heard from the phone were exactly the same as those of our friends.

But at some point the events they described seemed too incredible to us and we realized that all these conversations were not with real people.

And even now, almost eleven months have passed since our departure, but we have not been able to contact any real person from Eilat.
And the only thing that we understood is that none of them left anywhere and we did not speak to any of them after leaving.

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 1. The Paranormal Scam. Part 2.

“Guys, I wanted to catch a train to Istanbul, but you remember that before leaving, an employee at Hapoalim bank broke my bank card, and Google Pay does not work in Turkey, I did not know that. So I had to look for an exchanger. While I found it and changed money, the train unfortunately had already left and I went to the bus station.

I saw a bus to Adana and hurried to get on it. But there an elderly woman suddenly hit me in the face and called the guards. They took me out of the bus station and blacklisted me. It turns out that the bus was purely female and men were not allowed there. I did not know anything about that!” – Aviv’s offended voice rang out in the phone.

“I left Mersin by minibus and I’m already in Adana. But I would not like to find a place to sleep here, but to go further.  I don’t know if it will work”, he said an hour later.

“I managed to catch a bus to Konya. However, it is quite old and it looks very likely that it may soon break down. But I’m on my way”

“So it turned out, the bus, unfortunately, broke down and it looks like we will spend the night here. Let’s call you in the morning”, he said, calling a couple of hours later.

“Yes, guys, I felt that the night would not be easy. All the passengers, the elderly men, gathered to pray, and before that it is need to wash the bus, and I had to do it, because everyone on the bus was much older than me, and the place for prayer should be clean.  While I was hauling water from a well nearby and washing the bus, my clothes became completely dirty and wet with sweat. And in order not to hurt the feelings of my fellow travelers, I had to rent a clean shirt and trousers from one of them to change for prayer.

Now we have come to the village, not far from the place where the bus broke down, so that everyone can rest and have a snack”, that was Aviv’s story the next morning.

A few hours later, he called again with shocking news.

“It was terrible. They took me into a room and closed the door. There was an older woman in the room, older than my mother, and they wanted me to marry her. I broke out, broke down the door and ran away… but I do not know where I am, I do not know where to go and I am afraid that they will look for me…”

“I just barely escaped from some strange people. I got lost and now I do not know where the road on which the bus was traveling is. This is some kind of cut off from civilization area and I do not understand how to get out of it.” 

What to do? You can’t leave a friend, you have to help him somehow, save him!

And we called some wealthy man, Yaron, who was recommended to us by a Mexican friend. Yaron hired a taxi driver who understood where to go and knew where the area was. And to this day, I still don’t fully understand what happened then. I had a very strange feeling when the taxi driver was looking for Aviv in the coming dusk, and we were in touch with Yaron, and he in turn was in touch with the taxi driver, who was beginning, not without reason, to worry.

“I don’t see him. I can’t find it. Where exactly is it located? Soon it will be quite dark and then we will definitely not find him”.

“The taxi driver passed by, he needs to go back. Yes, Aviv is here, on a side street. I feel like someone is telling me that it is,” I said. 

“Yes, there’s someone lying next to the curb. Some red-haired guy, he looks like the one in the photo. I found him and got in the car”.

Hurray! We breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, we can relax a little.

“I’m going in the taxi. My clothes were completely torn, but the taxi driver gave me another one. I hope everything goes well.” – we soon heard the tired voice of Aviv.

The taxi driver took him to a port and from there, a few hours later, Aviv sailed on a ship to Malta.

To be continued…

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 1. Part 1. Istanbul. The paranormal scam.

So, we left the country and on July 16 in the morning we landed in Sabiha Airport of Istanbul, this vast, beautiful, amazing city on two seas and two parts of the world.

A couple of days after our arrival, we received a formidable note from the army that if the questionnaire was not completely filled out, they would come home for our son and take him to the service.
I was very worried and, taking out a SIM card from my phone, threw it away.

In general, the first time after arrival, we were only busy looking for suitable accommodation, our impressions and experiences.
We still did not fully understand the meaning of what we did and what happened and what a difficult situation we were in.

Then we decided to contact our friends from Eilat, who, it seems, also expressed a desire to leave and coordinate an action plan.
And it seemed that most of our friends also left by different ways and they would like to continue the journey with us.
Our conversations with them simply broke records for the duration, they lasted for hours and reminded an action-packed film …

… Filled with heroic, funny, and sometimes even fantastic adventure events.

Ariel

“Hello, I am sailing on a ship from Eilat. Now the ship has stopped in Egypt. It is terrible here on the ship, insane heat and stuffiness, absolutely no normal conditions …”
All the sailors on the ship are incredibly tall, just huge Africans, they cause me great concern … “- we heard Ariel’s voice.


“So get out soon, because until the next stop where you can get off, the ship will sail for at least a month” – we said.

“Yes, really. Now I will quickly pack my things and run – the ship leaves in just a few minutes” – this is how the story-odyssey of “Ariel” began.

And he went out in Egypt, got to Cairo, and then he got to a military base, walked 1,500 kilometers through the desert without water, food and sleep, almost reaching Turkey …

… Sailed on a ship with cannibals, where he was offered to join the meal … and almost every day he called us and told us about everything that happened to him and moreover, surprisingly, he called at the very moment when we came home from a walk.

And once in the evening he called and said that he was at the computer of some significant man and he had access to information and all night he was telling us an endless number of stories about almost all of my acquaintances, naming the names of those people about whom I had almost forgotten, telling some unknown episodes from their lives and how their fates developed. This conversation lasted from 9 pm to 5 am.

Ariel also showed interest in our life and health and asked us to write down a set of physical exercises and called every day and asked how we cope with them.

“Hello! I left the country and I am in Tirana. But, frankly, I do not know what to do next. How are you and where are you?” – this was a call from Aviv.

“We are in Istanbul, join us,” we replied.

After thinking it over, he decided to do so.

“Hi guys! There were no tickets to Istanbul and I flew to Mersin. I am already in Turkey. It needs to find where the bus stops here to the city.

Oh guys, here is Shekel! How I miss this baby. There is a cat, it is exactly like Shekel, I took it in my arms and pat it, it is completely tame”.

Only a few months later it occurred to us to look and we discovered that in fact there is no airport in Mersin … And Shekel was a cat – a common favorite in the diving club in Eilat.

A whole series of misadventures awaited ostensibly Aviv, about which he constantly told us on the phone.
And we were in touch around the clock, going through with him those steep turns that fate sent him, trying to help him as best we could.

“I missed the train a bit and went to the bus station. I saw a bus to Adana and hurried to run into it, but was suddenly stopped by a heavy slap in the face from an elderly woman driver. It was terrible, I was taken out of the bus station by the guards and blacklisted. It turns out that the bus was purely female and men were not allowed there. I did not know anything about that!” – his offended voice rang out.

The episode continues …

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 1. Episode 6. Part 3. Israel. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of home and the country. Not by people. But who?

Somewhere a day after we heard laughter in the laptop, we remembered that in that note from the army, neither the address where it was necessary to appear, nor the specific time of the visit were indicated.
We didn’t even notice it then …

My son had to fill out a questionnaire three weeks before going to the summons, and as soon as he opened it, my head began to press madly, and he fell into a kind of stupor.

In addition to this, as usual, something paranormal began to happen … from the category of dirty tricks …

I began to feel that we both are losing the ability to adequately think and assess the situation.

And from the military, notes began to come that if the son did not fill out the questionnaire on time, he would have problems.

“Hi! Just don’t tell your mom, she will be very worried, but today a man came to freediving whose son was taken from the first summons without warning and sent to works at the nuclear reactor in Dimona.” – Ariel’s voice said to the son.

Then a story about another guy … who was also taken from the first summons …

A story about guys whose passports were torn or canceled on the first summons …

And my son is my only and very, very beloved …

I left work on the afternoon of July 14 and was worried about every creak of the gate in the yard …

A web of fear and fake reality has completely entangled us. Thoughts were no longer focused on anything else but … fear … And fear, as you know, is a very bad advisor.

We repeatedly saw Adam (he was often driving and when he saw us he usually honked three times) and Ariel and Aviv outside the villa, but it never occurred to us to ask them in person for information about their plans and intentions, which would probably be completely different than talking on the phone.

We decided to buy tickets and leave. Where to? Do not know. Go there, where we can go from the situation that arised? Or run away from the fear that tormented us.
As I said, my bank card was blocked for online purchases. I had to ask a friend (thanks to him!) Only from the twentieth attempt in the evening of July 14 he managed to pay for our tickets at 5.30 am on July 16 to Istanbul.

In a hurry, I collected some of things, folding only one suitcase so that there was no suspicion that we were leaving for a long time. All other things remained in the apartment and in the villa in the club.

On July 15, we left Eilat by bus at 2:00 pm and in the evening we were in Tel Aviv. No bus was going to the Ben Gurion Airport, we took some route to the turn, where the airport lights were visible, then we went on foot with our things, got a little lost, but by midnight, sweaty, and tired, we got to the airport entrance.

Ben Gurion Airport’s security service looked at our passports for a long time, they were probably confused by the age of the son, but in the end they allowed us to go on the flight.

And we left for nowhere … leaving the settled life and my beloved desert …
On the morning of July 16, we landed in Istanbul.
Some kind of new countdown has begun for us.

We ourselves did not yet fully understand what had happened.

We were very far from realizing that this situation was fake, rigged, but not rigged by people.

Today, as I write these lines, it has been almost 11 months since we wandered around the world in anguish and despair. Every day we feel longing for our favorite places and a desperate lack of understanding of what to do next.
We found ourselves in some kind of fake web, in some kind of parallel reality from which we really want to get out in order to Live and bring positiveness into this world.

But we still cannot contact any person from Eilat. If we call on Whatsapp or on the Facebook messenger, they answer us, and always immediately after the call, but only fakes – Adam’s fake, Ariel’s fake, Avner’s fake, Aviv’s fake … and so on.
We cannot contact the army in Israel to understand what the son can expect upon arrival in the country. Our letters just don’t get through.

During this time, my son could have completed the 12th grade of the Goldwater School in Eilat and received a teudat bagrut (matriculation certificate), and I could work with freedivers in a more pleasant job than before, we could see our beloved Edom Mountains every day, bay, desert vegetation dear to my heart and live quite well, instead … we were doomed to wandering …

Why? What for? And what to do now? How to get out of this web?
What advice would you give? Your opinion is very valuable to us!

Meanwhile, our story continues!
Many interesting and unusal events have happened to us since then and we would very much like to tell you about them, dear readers.

The next stop is Turkey, Istanbul, a city on two seas and two parts of the world, where many exciting adventures await us.

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 1. Episode 6. Part 2. Israel. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of home and the country. Not by people. But who?

Meanwhile, the situation at the diving club where I worked also became extremely tense.

The founders of the club, while it was not working in connection with the lockdown, got into debt and became very nervous, irritable and even aggressive. Almost all of the permanent employees who previously lived in the villa in the club were fired. A group of freedivers decided to completely separate from the diving club and rent a separate villa, where they invited us to work.

My bank card was blocked for online purchases and from my card I could not buy tickets not only for the plane, but even for the bus for 100 shekels or book an apartment on Airbnb for 20 euros.

Familiar social workers began to complain about the reduction in wages and layoffs.

We went to the bank for cash, there was a queue and they told us that a missile had hit the cash collection machine, and there had recently been a shootout in the bank.

We went to the Eilat Mountains just to rest and clear our thoughts and saw a group of military men on one of their low peaks. It seemed to show that there is no calm here either.

Always previously open borders with Egypt and Jordan, located in Eilat almost within walking distance, were closed due to the pandemic.

Ramon Airport in Eilat worked only for local flights to Tel Aviv, there were usually checkpoints at the entrance to Eilat, and at any time could begin a new lockdown and Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv could also be blocked, and communication between cities suspended or reduced.

The pressure and constant anxiety seemed to hang in the air, which was previously unusual for the usually cheerful sunny Israel.

All these circumstances set us up to think that we should leave the club and in the future, possibly, to leave the country.

Our friends, Israeli freedivers and divers, because of the uncomfortable situation in the villa in the diving club, began to be afraid to discuss any serious issues there and, accordingly, most of such conversations began to take place over the phone.

Judging by the telephone conversations, almost all of our acquaintances were worried and even frightened by the situation that had arisen and wanted to leave the country.

We spent hours discussing such possibilities with them on the phone and we didn’t even come close to guessing that maybe we were not talking with these people and not even with people in general, although the timbre and intonation of the voice that we heard from the telephone receiver were exactly the same as those of our friends.

Aviv, a tall, cheerful, red-haired, creative, but rather frivolous guy, a former club manager, judging by the conversations with “him” tried to leave for Poland to our mutual friend, spent two days at the airport, but the flight was canceled.

Adam, a freediver, a tall, handsome, fit blonde with long hair, creative, active, never discouraged guy with the motto “don’t worry be happy”, judging by the telephone conversations, was afraid that he had been sent a summons call, he wanted to fly to his relatives in England but didn’t manage to do it, he was not allowed to go through the airport. He was thinking about leaving the country through the port of Eilat.

Ariel, a dark-haired man of short stature, very flexible and pumped up, an entrepreneur, a specialist in freediving and yoga, often called us and told us that he, together with his friend Adam, plans to open a freeliving club in Mexico and they invite us to go with them.

Avner, an entrepreneur and diver, a man of large build and tall stature, always calm, balanced, benevolent, again on the phone, told that he allegedly received a French residence permit. And he tried to leave for France through the Haifa port (on the Mediterranean Sea), but it did not work out.

We got the feeling that all our friends want to leave the country.

In the summer of 2020, the government also announced the beginning of the annexation of the Palestinian territories, which could lead to a general mobilization, as well as a refusal to cooperate with the country on the part of many European powers.

And my son is 18, we are convinced pacifists and vegans who cannot offend even a fly and who are already in a stupor by seeing the military uniform.

And my son also suffers from social phobia, it is hard for him (and me too) to be in school or other large institutions, and we received permission and recommendations from the doctor for distance learning, which is just single case for Eilat.

And then a note comes from the army that the son must go to Beer Sheva (the largest city in southern Israel) on July 30 on the first summons.

Only at the moment when I sat down to write this episode, I felt complete confidence that this note was fake, that is, in fact, there was no note from the army …

As soon as I realized this, we heard laughter, which for several minutes came from the laptop and the comment “Goofs!”

We were shocked …

The episode continues …

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 1. Episode 6. Part 1. Israel. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of home and the country. Not by people. But who?

This is a very sad episode for us, which radically changed our life.
So, we returned to live in the diving club.
Several months have passed during which the era of the coronavirus began and the first lockdown took place.

By the summer we again, though not without internal fears, returned to the idea of ​​renting an apartment, and found what we wanted nearby, a 3-minute walk from work, in Nut Lane.

We rented an apartment in late May and we really liked it, we had a large yard, a friendly owner, and pleasant neighbors.

We went there to rest and have lunch after my work, but then we returned to the diving club again.

Remembering the past experience, we did not dare to spend the night in a new apartment for another month and a half, doing it just before our departure.

An additional reason for this fear was that in the evening, when we were about to go to bed, the alarm clock usually rang on the phone and a creeping line appeared on top of it, informing us of something. To be honest, it usually didn’t tell us anything good there.

Repeatedly it was written to us just about the fact that if we spend the night in the rented apartment, very unpleasant events can happen to us.

Who wrote them and why, we did not understand at all then.

I was very ashamed of all these paranormal incidents, and we were very afraid that people would learn about strange events happening to us and turn their backs on us.

And we, taught and exhausted by negative experience, feared … everything …

It was as if we were trapped in a dense web of fear that did not allow us to reasonably think and analyze what was happening.

And it was necessary urgently to …

There was another incomprehensible call – from the landlord of an apartment on Eilat Street from another city. We tried to explain to him that we live in the city, and not on the street of Eilat. But he stubbornly and persistently repeated that it was necessary to leave the apartment as soon as possible (and he did not name either the house number or the apartment number) because it would soon become completely unusable.

The call was strange and there was a feeling that what was said related to the situation in the country.

Moreover, even 9-10 months before this call, notes began to appear on our phones in an unknown way that we would not be able to live in this country in any apartment. The reason was not explained.

And at the same time, it was as if we were being told another country to live in.

I was crazy about saguaro cacti growing in Arizona and Mexico. But my son did not like them, but once in that apartment in Nut Lane he had to go from his laptop to the website of his Goldwater School in our city of Eilat, and to our surprise, he got to the website of the Goldwater High School, too, only in Tucson, USA. Of course, we didn’t ask, but there was no Goldwater School in Tucson.

Then the laptop played to us the song “I love you Arizona”, which we did not play and had never heard before, and this caused an explosion of sentimental emotions in me.

And then some almost childish voice from the computer said “Arizona is waiting for you!”
I asked “What? Who is saying this?”

And the same voice from the laptop repeated these words one more time – “Arizona is waiting for you”

The episode continues …

Teleportation of household items in everyday life.

Dear friends! Have you ever had such cases when some things, objects, household chemicals disappeared by themselves and then suddenly appeared somewhere else? It is likely that you have also had cases of teleportation of household items.

This is not surprising, if we assume that all material objects and actions are materialized energy information. Thus, the teleportation of these household items is easy to explain. The object simply passes into the energy-informational form and is in a parallel space or energy-informational world for some time. We don’t see it or feel it. Then it regains its material form, materializes in one place or another. A well-known variant of the teleportation of the Jinn, teleporting to the Aladdin lamp or another vessel and back.
And today we would like to tell you a few episodes from our daily life related to the teleportation of household items.

On one of the cool winter nights in Eilat, my son and I decided to spend the night in the courtyard of the villa, where there was a diving club. To do this, I dressed warmly, took a warm blanket. A cool breeze was blowing, but it was cool under the warm blanket! Just as I was about to relax and fall to sleep, I felt that I was lying in some kind of dampness. I pulled back the blanket and saw that there was a foamy greenish puddle under my back with a peculiar smell of dish detergent that was in our kitchen. The blanket was also wet on the inside, but dry on the outside. No one passed me during this time. The son was dozing in his bed. How could this happen? Apparently, the liquid was teleported.

My son and I went to look for an apartment in Eilat. We chose an area close to work, and at the same time internally realizing that this area is unlikely to suit us for life, we stubbornly continued to search there, until right on my head disposable cups began to fall from somewhere on top of me. Although they were plastic cups and they were very light, but in itself it was very unpleasant and we soon left the uncomfortable zone. And these cups were from a diving club, from which we were about a mile away. This is also a variant of household teleportation.

In Bulgaria, in Golden Sands, for a month we left a laptop on a chair every day before going to bed, and in the morning it was nowhere to be found, and for some reason it was in the table for lunch.

Then we moved from Golden Sands to Varna for a couple of months. In the apartment we rented there, a few days later my old phone disappeared from the window sill and appeared just a few days before departure.


An interesting case of teleportation occurred in Eilat with the keys to the apartment in Grape Lane, which was clearly not suitable for us to live in, but we did not want to understand this. So far, there has not been a series of unusual, interesting and, to be honest, quite frightening us then incidents. I have described this story in more detail in the Unexplained Episodes as part of everyday life (Season 1; Episode 4 and 5). When we spent the night in that apartment for the last time, in that morning, the key disappeared right from the keyhole of the front door. A few hours later, when I finished working at the diving club, my son and I went to the store “Gourmet”. Not far from it, I stopped and said that we would have to refuse from rent of that apartment and that we would never stay there again. And then, from somewhere above, right in front of me, almost hitting my nose, the keys fell.

How interesting, amazing and little-studied Life is, how we want to learn to understand it better!

Tea party with cookies by paranormal.

It turned out that in Adjara, namely in Batumi, a lot of precipitation falls and although it was already the end of May, the second day was hopelessly raining.

Usually we try to stick to a more proper diet, but then we could not resist and bought oatmeal cookies in the store, which we had not eaten for many months and decided to have a tea party. I put the cookies on a plate and went to do other household chores.

Suddenly the son says, “Look, in my opinion, there are fewer cookies”.

I also thought so, but I naturally did not remember exactly how many cookies I put on a plate.

We sat down to eat and drink tea with “harmful”, but so tempting for us cookies. Both the son and I took one of the cookies and took a bite of each of our own, each of us holding his own cookie in his hand. 

And then again the son says, “Look, I took a bite, and half of the cookie disappeared”

“I also lost part of the cookie that I was holding in my hand”, I said with surprise.

Then we looked at the plate and noticed that although when I laid out the cookies, all the cookies were whole, only half of one of them remained. Then we counted how many cookies were on the plate and began to notice that as soon as we turn away somewhere, the thing disappears, and the very moment of the disappearance of the cookies we can not catch.

Then, when there was only one piece of the cookie left on the plate, it suddenly began to disappear from the plate, then fall noisily on it from “nowhere”.

Involuntarily I wondered what was happening with the cookies?

And I have a version that apparently, someone invisible, some energy-informational world just decided to play with us – cookies dematerialize, go into energy-informational form and in this form someone just moves the cookies to a parallel space for the game. And the piece falling back on the plate, respectively, underwent two metamorphoses – that is, it dematerialized and materialized again, but at the same time its energy information and its properties changed.

A piece of the cookies looked quite appetizing and the smell from it was more pleasant than before and I decided to take a bite out of it and for some reason I immediately felt very funny. While I was laughing, the remaining piece disappeared again and then fell past the plate. I picked it up and tried to put it back on the plate, but it didn’t feel good and I threw it away.

That’s how funny the tea party turned out to be.

After that, I did a little warm-up in the yard and decided to take a shower.

And taking a shower is most often accompanied by quite funny phenomena.

Through the small window of the bathroom that looked out into the courtyard, my son’s small folding umbrella first squeezed into the shower stall, and then a large transparent umbrella, which when I dragged it out of the window began to open…

The son, seeing me coming out of the bathroom with an open umbrella, burst out laughing loudly.

How Amazing Life is, so many secrets and riddles still misunderstood by us.

We are waiting for your feedback, dear friends, thank you all for your attention!

Ghosts. What is it… mysticism or reality?


Dear readers! Who among us has not faced at least once in his life with such situations?

Did you wake up at night to hear some strange sounds, noises in the house or apartment?  Disappeared some necessary thing that you seem to have left in place, and then after some time it may have been found in an incomprehensible way? Has this ever happened to you or to your friends and acquaintances? Most likely, your answer is positive. We think that this happens to almost everyone. Thus, it is likely that almost all of us have encountered paranormal phenomena in one way or another.


The topic of ghosts has long attracted and interested people. Many works have been written on this topic, many films, TV series, and cartoons have been shot, which invariably arouse increased interest in the viewer. There are some places, houses, apartments that are known all over the world for the fact that there are always some strange things happening there.

People hear some strange noises, strange sounds, windows and doors open and close, mattresses, pillows, wardrobe shelves come to life, water flows, strange silhouettes are seen, and much more. The range of these phenomena is diverse. In the last episodes, we also talked about similar unexplained phenomena that occurred in our rented apartments and in the diving club in Eilat. Now, dear reader, a question for you. How would you explain these unusual episodes at us if they all took place in one single apartment? How do you usually explain strange paranormal events that occur in homes or apartments? It is often accepted to explain them by the presence of a ghost.
But strange things happened in our apartment on Eilot Street, on Grape Lane, and in the diving club.

Does this mean that a ghost was in all these places? Or that we somehow took them with us? Hardly. Most likely, this hypothesis is not entirely true.

But let us allow ourselves for a moment to put forward another hypothesis.

If we assume that the whole world is a materialized energy information, everything falls into place. Each person has their own unique energy information or set of energy worlds and the place where they live – too. Although of course there is a common energy information for the country and its inhabitants, but each place and each person has its own energy-informational features or its own set of energy worlds. When the energies of a place and a person come into some kind of resonance, a free bundle of energy is formed, which can be completely invisible, or take any form, no matter what-a person, an animal, or an object.

He (a bundle of energy) for some time begins to live his life and perform any actions. Of course, for the most part, not creative and not creative, but let’s say such that just do not give rest to a person.

On the one hand, we can say that these phenomena are negative for us, and on the other hand, they can be a huge positive if we perceive these phenomena as a chance, as a push for the necessary changes for us. If we understand that we are not allowed to rest, so that we understand something both in ourselves and in the overall picture of the world order, so that we go further along the path of development and understanding of this Amazing Life!

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 5. “Fun” extreme-crazy overnight stay in the rented apartment.

After all the events described in the previous episode, to stay in our new apartment for the night, to be honest, was a little scary for us.

But what to do?

Staying overnight at the diving club, when we told everyone that we had rented an apartment, was stupid and inconvenient. We decided that we should calm down, tune in to the positive and boldly go to spend the night in a rented apartment and not think about “some nonsense” and “all sorts of nonsense”.

But still, the idea of spending the whole night inside the apartment seemed quite uncomfortable to us, or simply put, caused panic fear, so we decided to sleep in the courtyard.

Although it was winter, and on a winter night outside, even in Eilat, it was very cool.

So we brought a couple of warm blankets for each of us from the diving club, pulled out a second sofa in the courtyard, and resolutely went to bed. It was Friday, the Sabbath.

My son and I wished each other good night, and tried to relax, but I could not sleep and I decided to go outside the courtyard to the street through the iron door of the high, with stakes on top, gate for some need. I didn’t have the courage to go into the bathroom in my apartment at night.

The door was closed with a latch that opened from the inside and from the outside. After a couple of minutes, I go back and pull the door… to no avail, it’s locked, I try to open the latch again and again, .. in vain…the door does not open,it is somehow closed from the inside.

What should I do? I try to knock, to shout to my son… but he doesn’t hear…

Finally, desperate to reach him, I try to climb over the fence. And then, when I climbed a little higher on the fence and the yard was within my sight, I saw that the light in the apartment turned on and off.

Then it went out and flashed again and went out again. Now I clearly understood that something strange and unpleasant was happening there, and this increased my growing anxiety. But I didn’t manage to climb over the fence, there are high stakes on top of the fence, and the inside is smooth and there is nowhere to put my foot.

I continued to stand hesitantly on the fence until my son finally opened the door. When I finally got to the courtyard, I ran to the apartment from inside which I could hear some vague noise. When I opened the door, full of apprehension, we saw that from all the taps – in the kitchen and in the bathroom – were leaking water… on the floor because the drain hoses are pulled out at the bottom.

This time, the water flowed from the shower, the hose from which lay on the floor of the shower. The washing machine ‘came to life’ again and again in some unknown way, the wire from it (which had previously been lying on the floor… it turned out to be inserted into the socket, the door was closed, the washing program was set, and at the same time the drain plug was unscrewed and the water from it also flows to the floor. And on the floor there is already a layer of water four inches high.

I rushed to close the taps and insert the drain hoses, the socket from the washing machine, when I pulled it, fortunately accidentally was pulled out with “meat”.  Then, with a bucket and a scoop, I hurriedly began to collect water, hoping that this “wonderful” picture would not be seen by the owners. But as soon as I managed to remove at least some of the water, the taps were opened again and of course the drain hoses were pulled out again.

And finally, as if indignant at my stupidity and lack of understanding that I should have just left there long ago, the massive metal front door began to close. 

Seeing this, I ran to the door, but it kept closing inexorably. I had a claustrophobic panic, and I screamed at my son to help me. And now we manage to hold the door together. But I do not understand what to do with the water and stupidly try to make another attempt to remove it .And the door starts to close again. And I jump out of the apartment in horror, drawing in my imagination a “pleasant” picture of how I will not only be closed there, but also will again be watered with caustic soapy liquids. Brrr!

We thought that in the morning I might be able to restore at least some order and decided to make another attempt to sleep.

Except for the fact that several times I got out the blanket that flew to the roof of our house and had to get it out with a mop, because it was cold without it, the disappearance of the sandals in which I came and my phone, nothing else strange or scary happened until the morning.

And in the morning, when we timidly settled down in the courtyard to have breakfast and drink tea after a difficult night, the keys to the apartment, hanging in the keyhole, disappeared, and the apartment itself was closed…

Then my bag disappeared, in which were our passports and credit cards, money… and that’s when I felt that I couldn’t do it anymore. I sat in a daze and complete shock and didn’t know what to do… if the bag is not found. Go to work, to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to the police, to the bank? Say that everything was stolen from us? Where? Who! How? All these options seemed extremely absurd and unpleasant.

However, after a while, the situation, fortunately, was resolved.
We returned the bag (the door to the apartment opened and we found it there) and the phone. Then one sandal landed right in the electric kettle, and then the second one fell to the ground from somewhere.

As soon as the necessary things were returned to us, nothing no longer delayed us there.

And while we were getting ready, the red light on the boiler already warningly lit up, as if advising us to be more careful, and we decided to leave as soon as possible without closing the door with a key.

These keys were returned to us a few hours later, when we were walking from the Gourmet store after finishing my work, and I said that I would never stay in that apartment again. Immediately, right in front of me, from above, almost touching my nose, the keys fell on the asphalt.

A few days later, we decided to make a trip to Grape Lane to pick up our things. Moreover, my son preferred to stay near the gate of the house while I quickly, trying to concentrate inside myself and not give in to fear, collected things.

As you probably understood, we refused to rent that apartment.

And since then, we have become afraid of washing machines…

And over time, we realized that the apartment was not suitable for us to live in.

And it is quite possible that this whole performance was a blessing and a good lesson for us.

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 4. Finally! Found an apartment. Hooray?

We nevertheless found and rented an apartment at a private house in Grape Lane from a very elderly couple.

As we wanted, these apartments were a separate guest house near the entrance gate. It had a separate courtyard with a sofa and a table with chairs. A beautiful greenhouse with my favorite cacti, fig trees and bright, beautiful flowers led to the owners’ house. The territory of the house was surrounded by a high fence. The house was a 10-minute walk from work and was located in a quiet cottage area.

Despite the fact that it would seem that the apartment almost completely corresponded to our wishes, we did not have full confidence that it was suitable for us for life.

But, of course, we were already impatient to feel in silence and solitude, and as soon as I finished my work at the diving club, we took some of our things and hurried to our just rented apartment. Leaving our things there, we decided to walk a little and explore the surroundings. But the walk, unfortunately, did not work out.

We did not have time to walk a few tens of meters when right in front of me, almost hitting me, some rather weighty fruit fell to the ground from a tree, the name of which I did not know. Then another and another…

It was very untidy and this walk did not bring any pleasure.
It was not clear how it turns out that all these fruits fall right in front of me and for what reason is this happening? And involuntarily an unpleasant question arose – will the next fruit fall right on me? I did not know the answer to this question and we thought that it would be better to go to have lunch and be distracted.

“Well, let’s get at least the pleasure of having lunch in the courtyard of the just rented apartment,” we decided.

Although, of course, we already understood that we probably made a mistake by hurrying to rent this apartment, but still the shadow of hope that we could live there at least for some time did not leave us during a meal.

New events that completely debunked this hypothesis began to occur when I was washing the dishes.

The signal to the beginning of the “fun” was the red power-on lamp on the toaster (which we did not turn on).

Then the jars carefully left by the owners – dispensers with liquid soap and some other green color with a pungent smell of toilet cleaner began to come to life and pour their contents first onto the kitchen cabinets and doors, and when I rushed to wash them … then the portions of soap became land on my hair and clothes …

I felt a pungent smell coming from my hair and touching it I made sure that it was full of this caustic soapy liquid.

I again rushed to the faucet, but as soon as I managed to wash the soap from my hair, a new portion of it immediately landed on them.

Then we heard the sound of pouring water and turned around and saw that the washing machine literally came to life!

Somehow, in an unbelievable way, the wire from it (which had previously been lying on the floor) … turned out to be plugged into the outlet, the mains light came on, the washing program was set, the door closed and at the same time … the drain plug opened !!!! … and water was already flowing from it to the floor.

It happened in a split second.

What to do?

I pulled out the machine’s wire from the socket, but at the same time I heard the sound of water pouring from different directions.
Water began to flow simultaneously from both the kitchen faucet and the bathroom faucet. And it flowed from the taps … straight to the floor because the drain hoses in the sinks were pulled out, and the toilet hose was also pulled out … and water was flowing from it, too, onto the floor.

As I turned off the taps and tried to clean up the flood, my clothes and hair were completely wet and splattered with that pungent green agent and yellow odorous liquid soap. My whole body and head were itching.
I felt that I could no longer bear it and ran out of the apartment.
My son was doused with these liquids much less and I asked him to take our things from the apartment.

We closed the door and ran to the diving club, which was about 10 minutes at a fast pace.
I sobbed as I walked and my teeth shaked from cold and stress.
I ran as fast as I could, and from time to time I heard somewhere from above a specific puffing sound, as if someone unknown and invisible was pressing a spray bottle and at the same time another portion of a caustic liquid fell on me.


And finally, an indescribably pleasant moment came.

We are already near the diving club and go there. And there it is so cozy and calm – the light is on and people are going about their usual such lovely household chores.

Apartments on the second floor were vacant and I hurriedly ran there to shower.
I turned on the water, dreaming of finally washing myself.

But even here it was as if someone invisible could not calm down and now they were throwing my own things at me right in the shower stall – a jacket, sandals, etc.
I picked them up and threw them on the bathroom floor and sobbing quietly, tried to wash off the toxic chemistry as soon as possible, ignoring what was happening as much as possible.


Finally, I almost succeeded, the situation began to normalize, and I was incredibly happy that there is such a place where it is warm and safe and you can talk to friendly people.
I enjoyed this feeling, gradually moving away from stress.


We didn’t know then what new unexpected “adventures” awaited us in the apartment on Grape Lane, I will tell about them in the next episode.


We were simply confused and scared and did not think about what the meaning of the events was for us and did not analyze them.

Bermuda Triangle at home???

Unusual paranormal or unexplained cases began to occur at us a year and a half ago.

Including the disappearance of things, objects, some of which then appeared by themselves in the same room, some on the street, and some disappeared altogether.

And we decided to share these stories, thinking that perhaps something similar happened to many of you.

The first time our laptop and telephone disappeared at night, and then in the morning our passports also disappeared.

We could not understand anything and were very upset, spent half a day in search, climbed all possible places in the apartment where these things could fit.

We didn’t find anything, already started ordering a new phone, when a few hours later the disappearance was unexpectedly discovered; first passports appeared, then a laptop and finally a phone.

They were in the places where I had already looked for them.
Then we could not explain how it happened, and soon we stopped thinking about it.

But after a while, our phones, a laptop, bed linen, towels and our things began to disappear on a regular basis, and then they appeared in the most unexpected places.

Once, my son and I left my work, heading for a walk, and suddenly in front, on the bridge across the dry river, we saw that something was glittering, came closer and really opened our mouths in surprise.

It turned out that what glittered was the glowing screen of the son’s phone.

How could it appear there? When we left it at work remained a mystery to us.
An analogy with the Bermuda Triangle involuntarily suggests itself.
Events are similar and they fall out of line with traditional science.

The difference is in their scale.
It means, perhaps, these events give us a chance to understand something extremely important about us and about the world in which we live, to look at it in a new way.

What is your opinion?
Where could both household items and planes and ships disappear?
Have any items disappeared at you? Have they been found?

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 3. Conversations not with a human, not with a robot. With whom????

I continued to work in the diving club “A” in Eilat. And my son and I continued to live there in the villa in the diving club.

Eilat, a beautiful and beloved city on Red Sea


But we really wanted to find a separate home with a large balcony or, better, a courtyard.

We were already anticipating how cozy it is possible to settle down there, enjoying the peace, quiet and solitude that have never been in the club.

I even began to carry with me all the time in my bag the amount of money and checks intended for rent (in order to rent an apartment in Israel for a year, the owner is written out bank checks for 12 months in advance).

And since I did not know Hebrew well, my son called their owners from advertisements for renting apartments.

To our surprise, we were faced with such an oddity.

Almost all the owners of the apartments turned out to be very quirky, they endlessly told some kind of endless senseless stories (about the need to cook soup, take a bath, put on socks, etc.) and were completely uninterested in the actual renting of the apartment.

Or it turned out like this …

Son: “Good afternoon! We would like to see and it is possible to rent your apartment right now. We have money and checks with us. Is it possible to come by 5 pm today?

A woman’s voice in the receiver: “Of course. Okay, we’re waiting for you.”

5pm. We come to the house we are looking for, and look at it with curiosity, trying to guess where is the rented apartment with such a cozy large balcony here?

The son calls the owner.

“Good evening! We agreed with you about a meeting to rent an apartment. We are near the house.”

Voice on the phone “Okay. I’m at a hardware store, choosing goods for repair. I’ll be there in half an hour. Will you wait?”

Son: “Of course! We would like to rent an apartment today if we like it. We are waiting for you!”

We happily look at each other in anticipation that we will finally be able to see the apartment and possibly find a cozy home.

An hour passes. 6pm.

The owner of the apartment is gone, and there is no call from her either. Our enthusiasm is starting to fade.
“Call the owner again, ask where she is, see how much time has passed,” I said.

The son calls the landlord again.

“Good evening again! How long will you arrive?”

The voice on the phone answers “I’m standing at the checkout. Now I’m counting on! I can not talk.”

6.30pm. We have almost stopped hoping …

Waited for about an hour and half, we already have stopped hoping to see the apartment

Son: “Hello! Are we waiting for you?”

Voice in the phone:

“Yes, of course. Now I will pick up the child from the kindergarten on the way and drive up, show the apartment. The apartment is good and I will give up the price.”
We smiled, hoping to see the apartment after all.

7.15pm. There is still no one.

Son: “Excuse me, where are you already?”

Voice in the receiver “The child wanted a chocolate bar on the way. We are already in the store near the house.”

We looked at each other sadly, shrugged our shoulders and thought that we were most likely being tricked, but decided to wait a little longer, although deep down in our hearts it was meaningless.

7.50pm. We call again.

Son: “Excuse me, are we waiting for you or not?”

Voice: “Of course, wait, if you want to see the apartment. The apartment and the price is good, it will go away quickly. I’m in a black Nissan crossover, I’m already driving up to the parking lot.”

9pm.
Not a single black Nissan drove up and parked during this time.
We waved our hands in bewilderment and sadly left, deciding that someone was just laughing at us …

Or it was like this …

We went in search of the house we were looking for for quite a long time, asking the landlord where to go.

Son: “Is that the intersection of Argaman street and Yotam street?”

A man’s voice on the phone “Yes. There is house 192 on the corner, and the next one behind it … “

My son and I cry out at the same time – “1 9 4 ???? !!!”

Then we finally realized that these streets are parallel and such a house clearly could not be.

In response, we heard laughter in the receiver, yes, yes laughter, “Ha-ha! Moron!”
Moreover, it was said in a female voice in purely English, although before that the conversation was in Hebrew and we were talking with a man.

My son and I stood and looked at each other in confusion.
Me: “What is this? Is it really laughter or did it seem to me?”

As if in response to my question, another chuckle was heard in the receiver and a woman’s voice repeated once again “Ha-ha! Moron!”

We looked at each other in confusion and very clearly understood only one thing – that the inspection of the apartment clearly would not take place today.

We were completely at a loss, and to be honest, we were overwhelmed with violent emotions at such an incomprehensible behavior of the owners of the apartments, and we told everyone at work and divers and employers and tourists about it, and people in response to these stories looked at us strangely.
It didn’t even occur to us then – that all these strange telephone conversations were fake and that we were not talking to people.

We realized this much later.

A parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity of the paranormal.

In the morning at breakfast my son and I usually discuss our news and plans.

And then I tell him “Here’s a funny post I read on Facebook. A man asks how to feed the invisible creature so that he will not make noise at night – leave cookies, a saucer of milk?
Doesn’t he understand that the creature is just energy information? And he has no material stomach and intestines?”

We laughed. And began to do other things.

Then, somewhere during lunch, the owner’s car drives into the yard, although he usually parks it near the gate of the house. I was in the bathroom and heard the car doors slamming. I leave the bathroom and see that my son looks rather strange.

“What’s wrong with you? Is something wrong?”, I ask.

“They carried something heavy, elongated upward so quickly. It looked like a coffin.”

“What nonsense? Why do they need it? True, the owner’s wife recently returned from the funeral of her grandmother from the village, but she was already buried.”

“Do you remember the owner of the house saying that his mother died recently, maybe this is such a ceremony for 40 days?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen or heard anything like that. All this honestly looks like nonsense. But everything is possible, I don’t know what customs and orders are here.” And we were in Adjaria, in Batumi.

And then we felt that it became somehow hard for us and thought that we needed to take a walk and ventilate our brains.

Not far from our house there was a bakery and son said, “Let’s buy some small cupcake just in case, as the man on Facebook wanted to do, who was haunted by an invisible creature”. And we actually bought a cupcake at the bakery for this purpose, while we ourselves choked with laughter.

After walking another two hundred meters down the street, we met a tall man walking towards us, carrying a large shovel.

Surprisingly, it was I who paid attention to the shovel, although the son is usually more attentive.

“Look!”, I say, “The shovel is like to bury the object they were carrying,” I said and burst out laughing.

And the son thoughtfully said, “I have never seen anyone carry a shovel before.”

We walked a little more and now the son says, “Look, look at that stone stele, there was a candle and a portrait of the deceased” (indeed, there are such stone steles in Batumi).

“Yeah, but I didn’t even notice”, I answered.

When we were already returning to the house, I was suddenly struck by the “brilliant” idea that the owner’s car was not so big that a seven foot coffin could fit into it.

The owner’s car was parked near the entrance gate and the really seven foot object obviously could not fit there.

We laughed for a long time at our stupidity, stupid importance and unreasonable fears.

The cupcake left on the table remained untouched in the morning.

And on the glass in the bathroom was the inscription “Ha-ha! Moron!”

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 2. Unexplained phenomena in our daily lives.

Season 1. Episode 2 … when sugar and coffee pour out of the air, or the non-boring life in the diving club.

Eilat, a beautiful and beloved city on Red Sea

It was in the beautiful and very beloved city of Eilat. I worked there in the diving club “A”. The diving club rented a beautiful white villa with a large courtyard and a swimming pool from the French. In addition to the diving club, the villa also hosted guest house “A”. And since we had problems with renting an apartment, my son and I lived there for a while, migrating from one apartment to another.

There we lived in the diving club

One night I woke up with a strange feeling as if something was raining down on my face, on my hair. I couldn’t figure out what. I woke up, turned on the light and began to call my son, feeling that something was still raining down on my head.


He woke up, sat up in bed, and laughed. I, as a very emotional person, was angry “What are you laughing at?” And he, unable to contain his laughter, barely managed to utter “Never in my life have I seen something fall from above out of nowhere and it falls right on you”.

It was something white, like sugar or salt.

It was something white, like sugar or salt

When I tried to wash this something from my hair, I realized that it was sugar, because my hair was stuck together. In general, although the night was spent in “sugar fun”, but “sweet dreams” we did not manage to see.

But then the morning came, and with it the need to deal with work matters. Guests and divers came to the club, tourists woke up with whom it was necessary to maintain a dialogue. I managed to more or less shake off the sugar from my hair and clothes, but then a new “entertainment” (just not for me) program began. Coffee.

Just after “sugar fun”, a new “entertainment” (just not for me) program began. Coffee


When I was among people, everything was fine, but once I moved away from them to where there were no people (and I had to shuttle between the villa and its courtyard) as if someone invisible periodically poured a small portion of ground coffee on top of me. It got on my clothes, then on my face, then on my hair.


I tried to shake myself off as soon as possible (my son told me where the next portion landed), and smiled stupidly in the hope that no one noticed what was happening. After a while, everything calmed down and we began to gradually come to our senses.


But I couldn’t help wondering where the coffee and sugar had come from. And during the day, we came across the answer – in the room where we spent the night, behind the refrigerator, I found two paper cups, in which there was some coffee and sugar left.

I found two paper cups, in which there was some coffee and sugar left, in the room where we spent the night

Part 2. Disappearing and Flying objects.


Although the coffee-and-sugar fun took place in guest room number one, the “Sweet” ones at the Diving club were the other apartments with panoramic views of the Gulf of Aqaba. There we went to spend the night the next day, in the hope that the program of night entertainment for the near future is exhausted. 

But the reality was different.

The day turned out to be quite tiring and we wished each other good night, turned off the light and began to look forward to a pleasant moment of falling asleep. 

Through the light drowsiness came a loud scratching sound, then another, and another. I didn’t want to open my eyes, and I thought that maybe it would all go.

But then a bright light came on right above me. I didn’t want to get up… the light switch was on the other side of the room, but the light was very bright and kept me awake.

I turned it off, but it immediately turned on again and began to turn on and off itself, not letting me sleep.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I was surprised to see my pillow disappear. I decided to take a folded towel instead. I put it back on the pillow and walked over to my son’s bed. We briefly discussed the situation, and when I returned to my bed, the towel was gone.

Instead of the dissapeared pillow I put a towel. I briefly discussed the situation with my son and when I returned to my bed, it already has gone.

My son’s jacket and some of my clothes also disappeared. I am of course somewhat upset, but since very tired, I decided to try to sleep. The lights flickered on and off for a while, then everything calmed down.


Through the morning slumber, I felt that someone was moving in the room. I opened my eyes and saw Shekel (the white-orange-black cat, everyone’s favorite in the villa), who had already climbed onto the empty bed. Sensing something was wrong, I quickly jumped up and Shekel ran away, leaving a wet round mark on the bed.

In the morning, Shekel mysteriously appeared in the room and jumped onto the empty bed


Annoyed by the unpleasant incident, I again went to the bathroom, and on my return, an object flying from somewhere to the side hit me with force, then another. In these items I recognized the pillow and towel that had disappeared yesterday.


It was as if someone invisible was forcefully throwing them at me from “nowhere.” But our clothes were not found, or rather did not appear in the morning.


Our room began to look a little like the Bermuda Triangle.


But our clothes were not found, or rather did not appear in the morning. Our room began to look a little like the Bermuda Triangle.


And we were even a little upset because these things were our favorites.


But, fortunately, when we went to the grocery store after work, right on the street, at the crossing of the highway, I was forcefully hit by an object that I recognized as my son’s jacket, and before that, my loss landed right on the sidewalk in front of me.


Part 3. Haunting melody sounding… out of nowhere

Part of the nights at the diving club were quite calm. 

But sometimes…

That night we comfortably settled in ‘Family’, a cozy apartment with a separate exit to the courtyard and, having wished each other good night, we gathered to enjoy our rest…

Suddenly, I almost jumped up on the bed, … again this haunting melody of the song “Let me go to the dance floor….” .

It reminded us of the recent and very unpleasant adventures on Eilot street. 

The sound seemed to come from the direction of son’s bed. I saw that he went to bed in his breeches and thought that the phone was still in his pocket.

“Is your phone in your pocket?”

“No, I didn’t take it, it was left on charge in the lobby of the villa, we only took your phone and there it is on the table”

Indeed, my phone was lying quietly on the table and it was not clear where the sound came from and how it was played.

Through the wall from us was a hostel and it was very uncomfortable that someone will decide that we’re fans of these songs…

We examined the breeches pockets son, raised mattresses, shaken up all the linen, but no phone or any device where could the sound was coming from not found , however, the song continued for a while , then it got really quiet and we were able to sleep.

We woke up from the fact that water splashed on the bed, on us, from somewhere above and to the side. And quite a lot. I soon got wet all over my clothes and hair. We ran out of the apartment, but someone invisible seemed unable to calm down and continued to splash water at us both in the courtyard and outside the villa, where we ran away in the hope that it would all stop. There was a strong wind and I was already all cold, the water splashed on us a few more times and then everything calmed down. We returned to the apartment, andoddly enough, we both felt a sense of inner relief.

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 1. A Ghost or boiler leakage?

Unexplained or paranomal phenomena are simply phenomena or events that do not fit into the standard framework of traditionally scientific explanations. But we need to learn to understand them in order to form a true picture of the world.

Many people consider the words ‘paranormal’ and ‘scary’ synonymous.

And these events can be anything from funny and even wonderful (so-called miracles), and unpleasant and frightening.  

We want to tell you about those everyday paranormal events that began to occur regularly in our lifes about a year and a half ago and have become so tightly intertwined in our lives that they have become an organic part of it.

I think that this is our first childish steps on the path of learning about the Amazing Life.

And we invite you to this amazing journey of knowledge with us!

Episode 1. How we were kicked out of the apartment on Eilot Street by the paranormal.

My son and I rented a fairly spacious two-bedroom apartment in the center of Eilat on Eilot Street, on the fourth floor, completed from the top with a fascinating panoramic view of the Gulf of Aqaba. And every morning, when the sun rose, I could admire the infinitely beautiful colors of the Edom Mountains against the bright blue water of the bay, and in the evening I could see how a bright circle of the moon slowly appeared from behind these mountains.

My son and I loved having breakfast at the white table near the window, enjoying the view. Our neighbor on the landing was Yuval, a Frenchman, a surprisingly open, friendly and benevolent person, always ready to help.

He worked in a dairy factory in Yotwata, a nearby kibutz, and once a week he brought us a large bag of dairy products, which we really do not consume, but gave them to work.

In general, everything seemed to be quite good, if not for one thing …

On the floors below… were living… real… alcoholics…

And now it’s time for the big, consecutive autumn holidays in Israel – Rosh Hashanah (Israeli New Year), Doomsday (the only day of the year when pedestrians walk quietly in the middle of the roadway because traffic is prohibited) and Sukkot (when you can build huts (sukkah) and settle in them).

And our neighbors from below began to actively, in their own way, celebrate them 24/7. In addition to their fanatical love of alcohol, they also had a passion for a single song, “Let me go to the dance floor, drunk to move…”

It sounded day and night at full volume, as if right under the ear, and the constant accompaniment to it was the endless and loud slamming of doors. And so it was from night to night.

However, sometimes, though more rarely, the neighbors below included another, generally similar song – “Alcoholic”.

My son and I tried to tune in and ignore the destructive environment around us, instead of making every effort to change it positively.

I think it was a mistake.

And the first strange incident followed.

When one evening we came back from a walk, the door to the bathroom was closed as if with a key. Except the key wasn’t there. And the wind that could have slammed it shut, couldn’t be too.

We started calling Avi, a man who rented us out an apartment, and for a long time we couldn’t get through, and then the door somehow opened by itself. It was kind of weird, but we didn’t really analyze what was happening.

One evening, my son and I were sitting and talking in his room and suddenly saw the screen of my smartphone light up. I approached it, thinking that someone had sent a message and saw that in the phone was missing… sim card… How this could happen, we did not understand at that moment, especially since in order to pull out the SIM card, we needed a special paper clip, which we lost.

But again, we did not really bother with the reasons for what happened and just ordered a new SIM card. Then strange events began to occur more actively.

One night I woke up to a bright light, the ceiling lights spontaneously lit up. How? Then we did not understand and did not analyze.

But the light was bright, it hit right in the eyes and really interfered with sleep, I got up several times and turned it off, but it immediately turned on again.

Then I went to the switchboard and pulled down all the levers.

This maneuver only led to the fact that the light bulbs on the ceiling now began to periodically turn on and off spontaneously.

My head was not thinking straight, I just wanted to rest a little and we tried to go back to sleep.

But then the door between our rooms began to close noisily, which, according to the logic of physical laws, could not be slammed shut.

I didn’t understand why this was happening, but several times I got up and opened it, and then stopped…

But obviously, the door or whoever was operating it was not satisfied, because when I stopped opening it, it began to open and close itself with a bang.

The next unexpected sign of activity was from a tall metal chair near the door between the rooms. It began to jump up and down by itself with a wild crash.

It was already unbearable.

I stood up and pulled a chair out onto the landing.

I closed the front door, and the poor chair bounced and clattered down the stairs.

The next morning, when I opened the door and saw the chair lying at the bottom of our flight of stairs, I was filled with pity and sympathy for it, I understood what it had to endure. I went over and gently stroked and kissed it and, surprisingly, it calmed down and didn’t fall down again … it seems that we understood each other and found a common language.

But there were more serious problemsand events became more and more unpleasant day by day.

One night we woke up to a flash and a noise, and in the morning we found that the charging from the laptop was torn into several parts.

In the hot climate of Eilat, it was difficult to do without taking a shower several times a day, but as soon as I went into the shower and turn water on, the waterpipes started pounding so hard, to make noise and even to shake, my nervous system couldn’t take that, I imagined what kind of pipe to break, and from there you will pour the uncontrolled flow of water and…

Anyway… I was afraid to take a shower.

And one night, I woke up to the fact that from somewhere on top of me, on my hair, on the bed, water was pouring. I wanted to sleep, but the sheet got wet and I had to get up.

My son, who was sleeping on the sofa in the next room, was having the same thing.
  
We tried to find a dry place, but there was no such place in the apartment. Water seemed to flow from the ceiling in various places in the apartment and what really scared me was that it was warm.

I was afraid that it was possible that the boiler was leaking, located on the roof directly above us, and a rather frightening picture was drawn in my head …

I hid all the things I found in the closet and we ran out into the street.

We took a walk on the street for two or two and a half hours and then decided to go back to the apartment.

To our surprise, everything was more or less normal.
The puddles had dried up, leaving only small wet spots on the ceiling, and so there was almost nothing to remind of the night’s “fun”

We contacted the landlord of the apartment about the leak of the boiler, but he did not find it.

A couple of days passed relatively calmly, but then the neighbors from below again threw a stormy party and the same events repeated again.

However, this time, as soon as the water began to pour from above, my nerves could not stand it and we called our neighbor Yuval.

He was at work and a huge thank to him, he came and brought us the keys to his apartment and allowed us to spend the night there. 

Which we did. I began to collect things and every time I went to the door or to the closet, another portion of liquid landed on me.

And I took … umbrella to … pack our things.

When Yuval arrived and saw me gathering my things under an umbrella in the apartment, he couldn’t stop laughing for a long time.

How wonderful of him to let us sleep in his apartment!

But after this second “wet” night, we have already clearly understood that we will not stay in this apartment.

But then I was already invited to work in a diving club, where we found shelter for a while.

I wrote a note to Avi, the owner’s representative, that it was not possible to live in the apartment and he did not answer, apparently recognizing the validity of this argument (the apartment was built on top and was essentially self-built) and a new period of our life in Eilat began, associated with the diving club.

Yes, and yet, during my stay in the apartment on Eilot street, my smartphone was “infected” by the “Dance Floor”, putting this melody on the alarm and ring tone, which brought us a lot of inconvenience.

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