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.

A parable. How unconscious people are managed … Part 3.

I felt uncomfortable with such an answer from I. I absolutely could not understand what caused such an inadequate, in my opinion, reaction, both to the story about a 125-year-old Indian, and to my note. Of course, I.’s phone for Vijay is completely unnecessary, all he wanted was to be left alone. What measures is he going to take? I told him that I did not tell anyone him number, and he himself called the Indian store and it looks like our communication ended forever.

On Saturday afternoon, while we were having lunch in the gazebo in the yard, Vijay called.

“Hello! Thomas came again this morning.

I’m starting to change my opinion for the better. He also apologized for the incident and offered his help in finding the missing guys.
When he arrived, my friend Vihaan was in my store, whose brother Atharv runs a fairly large business in cooperation with the Turks in Tiflis.

Vihaan said that he, too, could not stand aside, and we both gladly agreed to the offer of the owner of your house, to go to the port and look for traces of our disappeared friends there.
We drove around the entire territory of the port, but did not find any clue. Yes, I almost forgot, Thomas gave me a box of plums. But I don’t take food gifts, my friend took it.”

My son and I looked at each other, remembering how strange those plums looked on a plate in the morning.

“Yeah, it looks like Thomas has not only plums growing in the village, but also some kind of dope. And it is quite possible that he pumped by them plums.
Tell Vijay not to eat them” – I said. And the son conveyed it to him.

“Okay, I’ll try to get in touch with my friend now” – Vijay replied.

About 15-20 minutes after this conversation, we heard the gate open and saw the owner of our house.
“Did you eat the plums from my bowl that I left you in the morning?” – he asked us.

“Yes” – I replied.

By the evening, my son and I had a distinct feeling of some kind of turbidity enveloping us, views of our blog also dropped sharply, people seemed to have ceased to see it.

What’s happening? Need to do something. And we need to find out how Vijay is doing, lately we seem to be somehow connected with this Indian for an incomprehensible reason for us.

“Hello Vijay! How are you, what news?” – asked the son
“There is news.
When I returned to the store, I saw that under the door there was a note “This is a gift for you, b*tch!”

I looked at the cameras, Thomas put it down.
The postman came, he brought a fine for incorrect parking of the car of the owner of your house. He parked the car at a bus stop, which is right next to the store and apparently some bus driver did not like it, he took a picture of the car and sent a complaint.
Interestingly, the first time he vandalized the store, he was here for about forty minutes, and the second – he was here only five minutes.
So – the photo was taken on his second visit and in the photo he is kissing that woman in a short skirt.”

I didn’t mention, but it better be told, in the first part of the episode, that Vijay saw on the video camera that Thomas was not alone to apologize, with him was a woman of about 35 in a very short skirt, high heels, with brightly painted lips with whom he was kissing, getting out of the car.

“And some very unpleasant facts came to light.
Atharv called, brother of Vihaan, who took Thomas’s plums.
I tried to call him, but apparently it was too late, he did not pick up the phone.

So Atharv said that he was called from the police and said that they found Vihaan lying unconscious on the side of the road, next to him were several plums and that same half-empty box.

“This is awful” – we reacted.

“And one more thing” – Vijay said.

To be continued…

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.”