Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 3. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of our home and out of the country. Not by people. But by who?

My son was supposed to fill out a questionnaire three weeks before the trip to the agenda, but as soon as he opened it, my head began to be pressed insanely, and he fell into a kind of stupor and could not write a single line.

And notes began to come from the military that if the son did not fill out the questionnaire on time, he would have problems. Apparently, these notes were also FAKE, but we did not even assume that this was POSSIBLE at the time.

“Hi, Yaron! I wanted to tell you, just don’t tell your mother so that she doesn’t worry, but the other day I had a guy’s dad at freediving who went to Beersheba for the first summons and was taken straight from there to work at the nuclear reactor in Dimona.” – Ariel’s voice was telling in the phone.

Then another call from Ariel and a new story about another guy… who was also taken from the first summons… and military informed his parents only a few days later.

Another call and a story about guys who had their passports torn or canceled on the first summons…

And this is my only son and a very beloved one… and my fear for him has reached a critical point.

I left work on the afternoon of July 12 and worried about every creak of the gate in the yard, imagining that it could be the military.

“I don’t know what to do. I am insanely afraid that we will not survive this summons. And if they take you away? I’ll just die of grief. And it’s also scary to leave. Where to? Now everything is developing well here, we have received the coveted certificate of remote education, thanks to the excellent doctor, and the social worker of the school Yuval said that he has taken up the solution of this issue and a teacher will start coming to you one of these days. This now seems to be the only case in the whole of Eilat, because in Israel there is a law according to which all students are required to attend school.

We have finally rented a great apartment in the best area of the city with a pleasant owner, where we alone use a large courtyard.

And finally, Ariel and Adam, they are such nice people, will soon rent a villa for work and offer cooperation with them. We have a visit to our doctor before the summons, he is determined to help us with a certificate for release from the army.

Remember, we recently saw him in the store, he recognized us, greeted us and smiled, he is clearly disposed to us. In general, almost everyone here treats us well. And finally, Yaron, I love this place very much, and I feel an indissoluble connection with it.

But … and if they take you into the army from the first summons, as Ariel told, and you will feel bad, and I will not stand it? And this “but” scares me so much that it outweighs all the other advantages at once, because if there is no Life, then nothing is needed. I do not know what to do? What are we going to do, Yaron? And also, I don’t understand, Yaron, is it turn so out that all our friends want to leave due to the changed situation in the country?”

In general, we decided to buy tickets and leave. Where to? I don’t know where could buy tickets, because, as I said, my card was blocked for online purchases. I had to ask a acquaitance, she showed great perseverance and she managed to pay for our tickets for 5.30 am on July 16 to Istanbul from her card somewhere on the 20th attempt, on the evening of July 14. Then we ran to the Eilat bus station to buy bus tickets to Tel Aviv the next day.

I hurriedly collected what I could from things, collecting only one suitcase, so that the inspector at the airport would not have a suspicion that we were leaving for a long time. All the other things were left in the apartment and in the villa at the club. On July 15, we left by day bus and were in Tel Aviv in the evening. The bus did not go to Ben Gurion, we drove on some route to the turn where the airport lights were visible, then we went on foot with our things, got lost , but by midnight, sweaty, sweating and tired, we draged ourselves the airport.

It was unusually deserted near the entrance to the airport, we showed the security guard our tickets and he let us pass, although we probably looked a little crazy.

“Yaron, let’s go have a cappuccino, against our usual custom, calm down a little and go slowly to check in for our flight.”

“Yes, of course!”

“How strange, Yaron, will we really never come back here? It breaks my heart!

Yaron, but will the inspector let us through? And suddenly, on the contrary, he will call the military? I’m so nervous that my legs are even shaking.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s go!”

The first check at the airport is a security check.

My son and I approached a woman who looked at us suspiciously, began to ask us a lot of questions about why we did not buy tickets ourselves, why and for how long we were going to Turkey, and then called the male boss.

He took our darkons (foreign passports) and, stepping aside, stared at them intently for several minutes, which seemed endless to us. I think that at this moment, fear and confusion were simply written on our faces.

“Let them pass!” – he said to the woman.

“But, why? The guy is 18, they are…”

“I told you to let them through, I’m the boss here!”

We exhaled.

“The test is passed” – my son whispered to me.

“Wait, we’ll say that when we land in Turkey.”

This happened on the morning of July 16 and a new counttime began for us.

Entangled in a web of fear and fake reality, we still did not fully understand WHAT HAD HAPPENED and what we would have to go through, that Life HAD CHANGED ABRUPTLY FOREVER. We did not understand THEN THAT SUCH A THING WAS POSSIBLE AT ALL, namely, that this whole SITUATION was FAKE, RIGGED, BUT NOT RIGGED BY PEOPLE.

Today, as I write these lines, it has been more than a year since we are wandering around the world and how much pain, anguish and despair we have experienced!!!

We have tried many times to understand and analyze how this could have happened and what motives our energy-informational worlds had to expel us from the country. So far, we have not been able to contact any person from Eilat . If we call them via Whatsapp or messenger, we are answered, moreover, soon after the call…, but only fakes ― fake of Adam, fake of Ariel, fake of Avner, fake of Aviv…

Now we are in Adjara, in Batumi and there is a storm with a thunderstorm on the street. I stand in the doorway and watch as an incredibly heavy downpour floods the yard with streams of water and they, along with thunderclaps, seem to clear my thoughts, wash away my pain and tears from my eyes. Goodbye, my dear Eilat, Ramon Crater, the Israeli desert, I love and remember you!

But I understand that we have to go further and I really hope that very soon we will be able to leave for our native places , which I have been waiting for many years to meet. Hello, Sonora! Hello, Arizona! We should see you soon!!!

And our story continues! Many new , even more interesting, unusual and exciting adventures in Istanbul – a huge and beautiful city on two seas and two parts of the world, are waiting for your attention, dear reader!

Parable 6 How unconscious people are manipulated.

“Why didn’t they make him tell them the address where he put the missing guys?” – I asked.

“Thomas completely turned off, he was apparently pumped up with alcohol and drugs to the limit and it was already completely useless to talk to him.
And the phone was blocked.
The Georgian woke up 2.5 hours later and, as if nothing had happened, went home. This was reported by the security guard in the cafe.
Atharv and his Turkish friends are shocked by the lack of motive for the crimes committed.” – Vijay told us in a tired voice.

When my son and I came from the grocery store at lunchtime on Tuesday, the owner of our house, as usual, was engaged in house improvement, he talked about his plans for economic affairs, and how he did business in Trabzon (Turkey) many years ago, but the expression in his eyes was quite aggressive.

It was a strange conversation. I spoke to him, trying to understand and put in my head at least some logical picture of what was happening.

And on Wednesday, July 7, at lunchtime, we decided to go to the Indian store again, to find out the news about the missing.

Vijay looked sad and tired.

“Hi! Someone broke the store door last night.
Moreover, the burglar was apparently very arrogant and inept, he made a lot of noise, trying to break the door, and alarmed the residents of the neighboring houses, who in the morning began to ask in the shops next to ours about what happened at night.
To fix the door, I had to call the master, and then I found a bug with a friend, which was apparently the target of the cracker.

The Turks who arrived, with the help of a police officer they knew, managed to figure out the address by phone number and they found that shed with traces of the life of my missing friends, but they themselves were no longer there.
The Turks examined 4 dachas belonging to a Georgian, his wife and his deceased mother, but they did not find the guys, but they saw many objects indicating that something terrible was happening there – handcuffs, something like leashes, apparently intended for people, traces of blood and many other things, which, I’m afraid to even suggest, because they said that they told me only 10 percent of everything they saw.
One of the Turks who arrived was just from Trabzon, where Thomas lived and did business in the 90s. The Turk said that this Georgian is still hanging on their stand of wanted criminals and Turkey was seeking his extradition.”

Vijay and a friend Gouda who came to see him invited us, in case of problems or even just like that, to move to live with them in a hostel.

“Food is free there, vegetables and fruits are always there.
And my mom cooks very tasty. Come, we will be glad.” – said Vijay’s friend and suddenly smiled broadly.

“We are very grateful to you for such an offer.
But let’s hope for a positive development of the situation.” – we answered and left the store.

“Thank you, of course, a very nice offer. But the story is somehow delusional, there are too many horrors. Maybe all this is a lie?
But how did they know then that Thomas lived and worked in Trabzon and that his mother had recently died?” – I asked my son.

“It’s not clear” – he replied.

Unexplained episodes from everyday life Season 2. Episode 3. Passing the corona test by paranormal.

More than two months of our stay in Istanbul have passed and we began to think about where to continue our journey.

We approached the central agency of Turkish Airlines in order to inquire about the possibility of a flight to Mexico, but when we stood in line, we got to a nice man – operator, he said to our surprise, “Do not take tickets from us. I will tell you what flights there are, but the prices we have very expensive. It’s better to buy on the Aviasales or Matrix sites”

Much time has passed, but the feeling of amazing warmth and friendliness emanating from many people in Turkey has survived … Thank you, Turkey! … Thank you, Istanbul!

We had to proceed from reality, and since we did not have a definite plan and the opportunity to buy plane tickets online, too, we decided to choose a country – Turkey’s neighbor Bulgaria, where we could get by bus.

We went to the Istanbul bus station, and it turned out to be so huge that we were even somewhat at a loss where to find the ticket offices we needed and asked the Turks standing there. They were interested in where we are going to go.

“To Bulgaria” – we answered. For some reason they were delighted and began to loudly chant and repeat “Bulgaristan, Bulgaristan, Bulgaristan!” Surprisingly emotional and cheerful people in Turkey!

We contacted the Ministry of Health of Bulgarian Republic and we were told that in order to enter the country, it is necessary to do a coronavirus test.

We took a look at clinics and hospitals in our area that provided these services and read many disappointing comments.

This strained us very much, as did the thought of going to the hospital.

We began to ask the owner of the apartment Khalil and the workers from the hotel opposite where it is better to take the test and finally decided and chose a hospital.

And then came the day of taking the test. We had to wait in line, but the analysis was successfully passed and the next day, we just as safely collected negative test results.

We asked Khalil to order a taxi for us in the morning and in the evening began to prepare for departure. The bus leaves in the morning.

I was packing my things, and my son found an apartment in the city of Varna (Bulgaria) on Booking.com and waited for confirmation of the reservation, which was to come to my email, for quite a long time … around two hours.

It was already 11.30pm, and I could not resist and said “Let’s sleep!”

And we are already going to implement this idea, but I still decided to look at the email again.

And … that’s the way it is … I think I was expecting … something like that … a letter from the hospital where we passed corona tests.

The letter is in Turkish, I am setting it into the translator. Immediately it flashes in my head that, firstly, they did not ask us for email in the hospital, and secondly, the hospital is open until 5:00 PM, and the time is already half past eleven at night …

I read the text, which is rather chaotic. I quote it in full as the app translated it:

“We are very sorry for confusing and disturbing you. Unfortunately, we were unable to reach you by phone, so you forced us to find other ways to communicate with the police. We found a mistake in your test. You must come to us before noon. Tomorrow at 10 am you will be banned from leaving the country and wanted by the police system. If you do not show up, a police officer will be authorized to arrest and quarantine you and your relative.
I’m sorry for disturbing you”
Mehmal Otoyul-Ali, a Medical Specialist

“This is again some kind of nonsense” – I say to my son, “Let’s sleep better, get up early in the morning”

Literally at the same second, there was a knock on the door.

The son looked through the peephole and turned pale.

“It’s a cop” – he whispered softly.

We tailed off and decided to wait a bit. The one who was outside the door knocked to Khalil, his door was next to ours and they talked about something for a long time.

When we heard that the “policeman” had left, we opened the door and saw Khalil standing in the corridor.

The son asked him who was coming. He said that a policeman came and asked if people from the region from which he had never had any guests in this apartment, and the policeman also said that allegedly a nurse of some hospital testified that her boss had put pressure on her and made her to write negative test results to people who tested positive because they bribed the boss.

Here we were completely dumbfounded.

After all, how can you prove that we have no corona and that we did not bribe?

And once again an alarming sleepless night followed …

In the morning a taxi arrived and we went to the bus station, not fully understanding how it would all end, although inside did not leave the feeling that this were again already known to us … tricks … not related to other people …

There were no obstacles to travel either on the road, at the bus station, or on the border.

At the entrance to Bulgarian Republic, when our turn came to the customs officer, we proudly handed him the cherished pieces of paper we had received with such torment.

“What is this?” – the officer asked

“Tests for coronavirus” – we answered

“We DO NOT NEED them!”

He smiled and said that the presence of PCR tests from us, as from those who are entering from Turkey, is absolutely not required!

THIS STORY WAS ALSO A SPECTACLE!

A little about the paranormal or the normal…? People Hearing Voices – Who Are They? Saints, crazy or just people?

“Hello” – the son says loudly and laughs.

“Who did you say hello to?” – I ask.

We are sitting in a room with a door open to the courtyard in Adjaria in Batumi.

“I didn’t say anything. What was that? Did you hear it too?”
Someone said hello by my voice and laughed. “

“Yes, I thought it was you …
Well, as usual … “

Sometimes when my son says something while sitting at the computer, I ask him again if he said it, because quite often some sounds or exclamations in his voice arise by themselves.
How? Now we will try to figure it out a bit.

The voice that picks up the “hearing voices” person it can be like this
called an auditory hallucination, and a real-sounding voice, and the voice can be either unknown to a person, or the voice of his acquaintance, and even his own voice. It can sound as if in space, it can be heard from the phone, from the computer, and maybe even from the person who is next to him and is generally silent at this moment. There are many variations, as well as energetic worlds.

If we proceed from our hypothesis that the whole world and everything that happens in it is materialized energy information, and each person has his own unique energy information or a set of energy worlds.
Then the energy information contained in him or the energy-information world, which materializes in this case in this way, talks to a person.
Of course, under certain conditions.

“Arizona is waiting for you!” (See episode 6) – a child’s voice from a laptop in Eilat repeatedly told us.
And these very voices, but heard from the phone, radically changed our life, playing a real show for us and using our fear and insufficient analysis of the situation, they simply “kicked” us out of the country where we lived, from our favorite places.

And forced us to wander from one country to another, gradually comprehending what happened and not completely or not at all understanding what we should do now. (this story is detailed in episode 6)

For the first time, back in 2019, we had the opportunity to guess
that we are not talking with a person, but with a fake (I will use this name, since there is no traditional one yet).

We were looking for an apartment and the man-landlord told us a non-existent address at the junction of two parallel streets.

And when we finally realized this, in the phone someone laughed not with just another, but with my laugh and my voice said, “You are goofs!” (See Season 1 Episode 3).

In Israel in the summer of 2020, a rather difficult situation arose (for more details, see Episode 6) and in conversations on the phone all friends and acquaintances told us about the desire to leave the country, but it never occurred to us to ask them about these thoughts again in person.

After all, their voice on the phone was indistinguishable from the real one, the same timbre, the same intonations … And we left … nowhere … thinking that they would go too, and they did not even suspect about our departure and we have not been able to contact them for almost a year, that is, we call them on the Whatsapp number or the Facebook messenger, and answer with the voices of our acquaintances only fakes. (see for more details about that in Episode 6)

Who are the fakes in this case? This is our energy information or energy world. That is, our energy worlds have blocked our Eilat Israeli acquaintances and friends for us and answer us instead.

Then, upon arrival in Istanbul, a whole avalanche of fake calls and stories with incredible adventures fell upon us.

Which were told for hours by the voices of our friends over the phone. And they, again, did not know anything about it (see Season 2, episode 1 for more details). We didn’t understand yet that we weren’t even talking to people.

Only when the events narrated during these conversations had already crossed all the boundaries of reality, and to assume that all our Eilat acquaintances and friends spent an infinite number of hours of their lives on a meaningless prank of us would be simply ridiculous, we realized that these calls were not from people.
But we still hoped that at some other time, a person would answer all the same.

“Hi, Adam!” – made one more attempt to get through to them my son one morning.

“Hello! Husband is at morning yoga. Now he will answer” – said a strangely familiar female voice in the receiver.

My son and I looked at each other.

Why does Yarden, Adam’s wife, have such a strange voice? And whose voice does it hear like? … Is it really like mine?

I would not want to hurt anyone’s feelings … but one can conclude that the voices that the saints heard and that led them is the energetic world contained in them.

Is the paranormal really … normal?

What is your opinion, dear readers?

It is very valuable to us!

Thank you for walking with us on the path of learning the Amazing Life!

Season 2. Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 2. Scary tales told at night. Part 3.

And we were already going to rest after a tiring day, but then again we heard the call.

This time the landlord Khalil called.

His voice was interrupted by fear.

“Hi Brother! Be very careful, please, be quiet and do not go to the window. The area is occupied by a gang that is engaged in human trafficking. I am staying at a friend’s place, there are many people, safer, I will be back in the morning” – he said.

We were not very inclined to fully trust this message, but the street was somehow very quiet, and when I looked out the window, I saw that there was no one in our, usually noisy in the evening, alley.

Most often, an active life there only began after eleven and these parties, in which Khalil often participated, traditionally dragged on until 6 or 7 in the morning.

And as soon as I went to the bathroom, someone began to knock on the door very persistently. I froze and quietly returned. The knocking continued for several minutes, then it became quiet and the light on the stairwell went out. And I decided to repeat my maneuver. But now, as soon as I reached the bathroom, someone outside began to shake the door with serious force and aggressively shout something in Arabic …

And even below us, in the basement, where the owner of the apartment lived, it could hear someone walking and even moving furniture. But Khalil said that he left. WHO is there then?

“Brother, just be quiet, very quiet and everything will be fine. Friends said they were unlikely to break down the door. But, if they suspect that there is someone in the apartment, they push a flat gas bomb with poisonous gas under the door, which quickly spreads through the apartment and people, so as not to suffocate, run out into the street themselves, and there they are already waiting for them …

But these bombs are quite expensive, so they only use them if they know for sure that someone is in the apartment. So just behave as quietly as possible and everything will be fine. ” – told us in one of the calls for additional information the owner of the apartment.

“So this note on the alarm clock was really a warning? It’s been exactly a week since it all started … What to do now?” – we began to ask each other.

After a while, several more calls followed … from the numbers of Khalil and Emre … with even more not even scary, but simply creepy and the creepiest messages … which I don’t even want to tell.

Their meaning boiled down to the fact that something is happening in Istanbul, without exaggeration, HORRIBLE.

And “fear has big eyes”, gradually we began to feel that we were as if entangled of some kind of sticky dark horror.

We were afraid to talk, we were beware of looking out the window, to move, because someone outside is walking below, and he hears everything, we were afraid to even watch any information on the phone, since the light from the smartphone screen, and we lived on the first floor, could be seen on the street and thus betray our presence in the apartment …

My heart was beating fast …

I turned off the sound on the phone so that it would not suddenly ring … and began to pray that we would safely survive this night …

And when the seemingly endless night ended, I pushed the curtain back a little and saw on the street a small man in a black shirt and a woman talking to him.

I woke up my son, who, unlike me, still managed to fall asleep in the morning, and said to him, “Look, everything is fine, there are people on the street, so everything is over, they are gone.”

The son woke up and reached for the phone to call the owner, just in case.

“Brother, I conjure, do not go out, the man on the street is the leader of the group, and the woman is his wife. Friends called me and said that there are 40 shooters on the upper floors. Be careful, please. They will leave soon, only they will lower and take the corpses with them … Hear, they are already leaving … “

And we really heard people coming down the steps from the upper floors and dragging something (or someone?) obviously heavy and this something was pounding noisily on the steps …

They climbed and descended several times … and each time they lowered something pounding on the steps …

Closer to lunchtime, Khalil called us and said that everything was calm, they left, he looked at the cameras, we can go out freely.
But, to be honest, we had already lost the desire to go somewhere and the whole day we were moving away from the strongest shock, having reached only the nearest store.
Next to which we noticed a store called “Erol.”

And it upset and scared us even more.

“What a great and cheerful guy that Erol was. Could this really happen to him? Maybe we should go to Emre and talk to him and find out if this is true?” – I suggested.

“Yes, I think this is the right idea. But not today. Better, let’s come to our senses” – answered the son.

When we returned home, we saw that our little alley was already full of quite expensive cars, and they continued to drive up one after another. “These are people from our area who come to discuss the dangerous situation and take protective measures,” Khalil explained.

In the evening we thought that we need to get away from all this nightmare, get a good sleep and then calmly analyze the situation.

As soon as we began to carry out this plan, the call rang:

“Brother, they are back. Be careful. They quarreled with another group and at night there may be a showdown between them. Be quiet, pretend that you are not and everything will be fine, they are fighting among themselves, they are not interested in you” – again stunned us the owner of the apartment.

And for some reason, all night long on the street, every few minutes, cars drove up one after another and loudly slammed doors, some aggressive loud male voices were heard (we do not know Turkish) and several times there were screams similar to requests for help. And again we sat in some kind of bubble or web of sticky horror until the morning and again wondered what was happening on the street … and again they were afraid to look out the window …

And the next day we saw that Khalil, whose door was next to ours, was brought a large
refrigerator and he examined it inside while standing on the landing.

“Great! Do you want to buy more food now?” – we asked.

“Brother, I think that if totake the shelves out of it, it can hide in case of danger” – he replied.

After these two, we were given a whole series of nights with similar, but each time different “performances” and “scary” calls.

And after 7-10 days, the owner of the apartment knocked on our door and said:
“Sorry, brother, I myself don’t know what came over me and I unintentionally scared you. Forgive me please!”

Gradually we began to come to our senses and reasonably comprehend and analyze what was happening.

The man in the black shirt turned out to be surprisingly similar to the guy sitting on the check-in in the hotel opposite, and the woman who was talking to him was the owner of the neighboring guest house “Tulip”.

And when we passed a store called “Erol” as if someone started to stretch our mouths in a smile.

And now these episodes my son and I can no longer remember without laughing.

Now that some time has passed since those events, and we have a little comprehended what happened with us in Istanbul and tried to understand what really happened there.

This is what we want to discuss with you in the next short note – comments to this episode.

To be continued…

Paranormal episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 2. Part 2. Scary tales told at night. “Prophecy” begins to come true, or the terrible tale begins …

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.”

At first it seemed to me absolute nonsense.

But really at a distance of about 7-9 feet in front of us was a young guy in a blue T-shirt and denim breeches, and he looked rather inadequate and behaved strangely.

He had a phone in his hands and constantly, entering the tram tracks of the nostalgic tram, he stopped and took pictures of us.

We stopped, and he stopped too.

He stood in front of us and followed with his eyes our every move.

We went further, he did the same.

We walked a few yards and stopped, and he also stopped and stood a couple of yards away from us, and without taking his eyes off us, unceremoniously and intrusively continued to take pictures of us. It all looked really strange, because the reason for his so active interest in us was incomprehensible.

In the meantime, my son looked even more frightened, he persistently said that the guy’s behavior is incomprehensible and inspires fear, that human trafficking is widespread in many countries and gradually fears began to seize me too.

It was a strange sensation – on the one hand, I felt inner peace, and on the other hand, some strange anxiety, as if outside, continued to grow.

We reached one of the consulates, there are several of them on Istiklal and pressed the bell button. We were answered and advised to contact a policeman, of whom there are always a lot of them on the street.

After this maneuver, the guy left us, and we safely reached the house, where we decided to get distract ourselves and have a snack.

But just as we were about to sit down at the table, a call rang from Emre’s number (a tall, pumped up, pleasant and very responsible and benevolent young man who, together with his brother Erol, rented to us a previous apartment nearby).

Emre’s voice was trembling with emotion and horror. He said that Erol was apparently kidnapped on Istiklal Street an hour ago, he does not know the details.

My son and I looked at each other:
“Could meeting that guy really portend danger?” – we thought.

While we were trying to understand whether this was so, Emre called again and said that he had seen the video recordings on Istiklal Street and there he saw that a guy in denim breeches and a blue T-shirt was walking behind us and talking on the phone, in this conversation he described my son and expressed doubts whether it would be suitable for the customer.

I must add that my son, although tall, is rather thin.

Emre described the guy in detail and the description matched exactly, right down to the red stitching on the guy’s sneakers.

Emre said he saw on the cameras that the guy had already reached out his hand with a syringe to son’s arm, but then he saw Erol (Emre’s brother), apparently a regular at the gym, who was in excellent, much more suitable physical form for the customer, and injecting with a syringe, the guy pushed him into the open door of the driven up, apparently by acall of the guy, car.
We were shocked. Highly.

Brother, brother, hello! Open up please, I have to tell you what happened to me now! “- we heard the trembling voice of Khalil outside the door, very friendly and attentive, but loving to smoke weed, the owner of the apartment.

The son opened the door and saw Khalil, who really didn’t look well at all. His face was pale, his T-shirt was torn at the back, and he himself seemed to be shaking with horror.

“Brother, I went to that big Carefour store, you know, down that street. There, a huge seven-foot security guard, he came up to me, grabbed a T-shirt and said that I had to go to the interior of the store. At the same time, he winked at the muscular man who was cutting the meat with a huge knife and followed us.

“It’s your time to serve as food. Do you think we have meat on the shelves is made from ram? “- asked the guard.

At first I was numb with horror, and then I dashed with all my might, and I managed to escape. I ran to the exit, and the security guard and musclehead slipped on the wet floor with and I managed to get away from them. Brother, be careful, please!”

Now our thoughts were occupied only by these incidents and to distract ourselves, we called our American friend James, who was traveling with his dog and talked with him for an hour and a half. This somewhat distracted us from heavy thoughts about what had happened.

And we were about to rest after a tiring day, but then again we heard the call.

This time called the owner of the apartment Khalil. His voice was interrupting by fear:

“Hi Brother! Be very careful, please, be quiet and don’t go to the window. The area has been taken over by a gang that is engaged in human trafficking,” he said.

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.”