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!

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…