I am Dimitry, and I would like to share my story with you.
When I was 3 or 4 and sitting between my uncles on a sofa, there were 30 people at a party in the basement, and I saw through a small window that an axe was chopping wood in my garden. There was just an axe, no nothing, except just one big axe chopping wood itself. First, how can the axe lift itself? Second, we were the only family in that house. And third, who in the hell would chop wood at midnight?
There is a large forest near the Nishava, a river near my city, where many men drowned; there are two graveyards from ancient Ottomans, Romans, and even older Slavic people; the wounded and those suffering from infectious diseases died there during both world wars; in the early 1900s, a man murdered two ladies who were washing dishes near the river; Jews were killed there; and even in older history, there was a story that people saw fairies, which is how my city got its name. My house has been near that forest, just 500 feet away, and we could see it from the window when it was not foggy or raining. That whole area was known as haunted but full of houses and buildings.
Many years later, in 2018, when I was 16, my friend and I decided to walk through the forest, thinking that we were safe because there was a quay and a promenade along the river where hundreds of people were passing that summer evening on August 29, 2018. It was 8 o'clock on a hot summer night, and we were now deep in the woods.
We were deep in the forest, and suddenly we heard a scream, then a demonic growl, and then, from the direction of the bank across the river, we saw red eyes shining. I later graduated from the Faculty of Forestry and am also a hunter. I know every sound in nature in my part of the country, and that sound does not originate from any animal.
My side of the shore, where I was, was not as haunted as the one across the river, beyond which stretched that forest into which no one was ever allowed to enter. When we started to run, the road behind us suddenly disappeared and was covered with thick grass, so we ran through the bushes and came out completely scratched. When we got out on the boardwalk, my hands were shaking so much while we were sitting on the bench that my friend had to light a cigarette for me to calm down.
Following that traumatic experience, I was inspired to begin believing in God. For that, I am praying every day twice during the day and going to church every week. After that, nothing similar happened to me because I was religious and wore a rosary with a cross and holy water. That gives me chills even today, and I am 21 years old.