Slavic Witchcraft – The Real Story
Slavic witchcraft is part of the rich and ancient culture of the peoples of today's Eastern Europe and Russia.
According to our convictions, the really experienced history can best acquaint the reader with the possibilities of Slavic black magic.
Therefore, we decided to publish here another story from the books of N.I. Stepanova.
This story I heard in the monastery, where almost every year I go to pray. A woman who told me about what had happened to her had a completely different name in the real world. For obvious reasons, I will call her Tanya. Other names were changed as well. I do not have the slightest doubt about the veracity of the story, and not at all because she kissed her cross in confirmation of what she said. But because I just know that there is such a thing in the world.
I saved her story in the form I heard from her myself. She began her confession with an exclamation:
"If someone had told me this before, I probably would never have believed it myself. Of course, I've heard a lot about witchcraft before, but I never thought that such a story could happen to me.
I was 16 when a family of four moved to our village: a husband with his wife, a grandmother and their son. The house they bought was standing next door to our hut. The former owners of this house were very wealthy people, and their house was the largest and most beautiful. They could not sell the house for a very long time, because they asked a lot for it. But the new coming family bought this house. A rumor went around the village that the new neighbors bought the house for a funny penny. The ex-owner of the house, Elizabeth, personally spoke to my mother about this:
- I do not know how it turned out, but we gave our house to the newcomers for nothing; it seems like they know some spell. I understand with my mind, but I can not say anything against them. Three times I came to the gate of my former home to terminate the purchase, at least with compensation, but I can not enter the fence. Some sort of fear attacks me, so hair rises on end.
New neighbors quickly acquired a household. We must give them due, in the fence they had cleanliness and a lot of flowers. We were separated from them by a fence, and through it everything was clearly visible. At Alexandra's (the name of the new neighbor) garden all was growing as a leap. One day I was weeding carrots and felt someone's eyes on me. Looking around, I saw Alexandra Filippovna by the fence. She began to praise me and immediately taught me:
- Spade the carrots from the middle of the garden, but first say: "Grow up, my carrots, high, wide, like the church's domes. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen". You will do this, you will have carrots, like mine.
Having said this, a neighbor tore out of her garden a huge carrot. I have never seen such a carrot in my life. I thanked her for her words, and she told me:
"Do not thank us for our science."
Then she called me to taste her jam. I did not want to go, but my feet took me. She poured me some tea with some grass, the aroma was heavenly. While drinking, she sat opposite, looking at me. And then the strange thing began that frightened me, surprised me, but did not give me a chance to leave.
From under the table came a huge black cat, jumped on a chair and sat down. Its muzzle was cat's like, but the appearance was like as human.
I realise that it's hard for you to understand me, but it's not easy for me to explain it either. Following this cat, three more cats jumped on chairs and sat around the table. All four sat down and stared at me. My head was spinning, and the walls, like living ones, were swaying. But I tried to not mention it. So, I asked the landlady:
- And what kind of cats are they, they seem strange, what are their names?
Alexandra Filippovna, smiling, answered:
- These are my assistants, demons.
Suddenly, the cats disapeared. Then it became so creepy that I was ready to get up and run without looking back. But I could not move, so I sat, as if in a dream. Then she stroked my hair and said:
"Today the chairman will die." Sorry, young still a man.
She was still saying something and everything was as though by the way. Then for some reason she mentioned the disappeared cow of a disabled person from our street. Like, near the swamp, she walks.
To better describe my condition at that moment, I can only say that I was as if very drunk and through the deafened consciousness I heard someone talking.
Then she led me out of the gate. At home, I lay down and immediately fell asleep. Mom came from milking and began to tell the news: as if at four o'clock (at that time I was drinking tea from my neighbor) our chairman Yegor Kuzmich died of heart disease. Even the paramedic did not have time to come and to make an injection.
Mom sighed and pityed Kuzmich, and I was thinking: how could Alexandra know that the chairman would die. After all, it turns out that when I was taking tea with her, the man was still alive. The next news was the loss of a cow in a disabled veteran Lopatin. Mom sympathized with him. "She's at the swamp," - Alexandra's phrase flashed through my head. But the most strange thing is that I did not tell my mother anything: neither that I was visiting my neighbors, nor about carrots, nor about a cow, nor about a chairman. As if someone had hung an invisible lock on my mouth.
Then I began to notice that Michael (the son of new neighbors) was trying to look after me. In a dance club, he was always standing where I am, watching and smiling. He did not talk to me much, only once said: "You have very long braids. Girls now rarely wear such. " And he added: "You are the most beautiful in this village".
Just before the feast of Pokrov, Alexandra Filippovna came to ask us if we have red thread. While I was looking for it in a box, she tells me:- Tanya, but we want to get you to marry Misha, he loves you very much. Come out for it, you'll be like a cheese in butter ride. He's not drinking and he's kind, just silent. For the sake of my son, we will do anything. What do you say, Tanya?I told her that I loved another one, his name was Nikita, he is now in the army and that I will wait for him. Probably, Misha is good, but I will marry only Nikita.
A week later, Nikita's parents were informed that their son was killed in combat training. Then I had not associated it with the witchcraft of Alexandra. For two weeks I cried and did not want to see anyone.
One day my mother said:
- Alexandra has given me water to wash you from melancholy, and it's terrible to look at you, you're exhausted after all.I did not want to use this water, but my mother persuaded, of course, she was sorry for me.
You may not believe it, but in the morning I was absolutely calm. In my head there were no thoughts about the deceased fiance. I tinted my eyelashes and went to dance with Misha.
Surely many people in the village condemned me, but it did not matter to me.
I more and more often came to visit my neighbors. Every time something was surprisimg me in their house. For example, I saw how Alexandra Filippovna, from one handful of flour, dipped an entire cup of dough, from which she then baked a mountain of unusually tasty pies. Sometimes their grandmother untwisted my braids and touched my hair with their clumsy, long arms. And again the room around me moved and the walls staggered. There was a feeling that she was not fumbling in my head, but in my brain, in my thoughts.
Such feelings I had because the grandmother spoke about exactly what I was thinking at that moment. For example, one day I thought: "Phew, how she stinks." And she immediately said aloud:
"You'll live to the point of a hundred years, and you will not smell of milk."
And she giggled.
Coming home from them, I was always tensely remembering what we were talking about in their house, but could not remember, as if someone erased my memory.And suddenly one day I remembered that at their request I was stripped naked, and they all four of them, silently, looked at me as they looked at the horse they want to buy. The laughter of Michael's father and his voice came vaguely into my memory:"Mishka, paw the girl, she will not even notice it, take advantage of the moment."
On Tuesday, Alexandra came in, took out the veil and dress and ordered me to try on it, and I tried it on. She told me how she went to the regional center, to the shop for the newlyweds, and asked what size I wear. At that moment my mother entered, she was a day off. Seeing me in the bride's clothes, my mother was taken aback. And then my mother was outraged that no one had asked her consent, and yet I was still considered a minor, besides the only daughter. My mother is typical and began to shout at her neighbor, to drive her out of our hut. But at some point she suddenly stopped and fell silent, as if someone invisible shut her mouth. But this did not make me shiver, but the fact that the black cats were sitting next to my mother and, lifting their muzzles, looked directly at her. Nobody will convince me that cats came to our house together with their mistress. After all, before that Alexandra herself said that she came to us directly from the train, after a trip to the district center, to the wedding salon.
The next day our medical assistant Mrs Kozykhina, uncle Fyodor and our principal came to us. By their appearance it became clear that something terrible had happened. I was told that my mother fell on a pitchfork, and that I no longer have a mother.
During the funeral, Alexandra Filippovna and Misha did not leave me a single step. And when after the funeral all went their separate ways, Alexandra told me:
- If you want to see your mother again, look out the window at 12 AM. You will not get another time.
At first, getting fear, I sat down in the corner where there was not a single window, but by 12 am I got up and my feet led me to the window. Fear kept me from opening the curtains. But the thought that I would never see my mother again gave me determination. Overcoming fear, I pulled back one curtain. Directly in front of me was my mother. She was in what I buried her. My mother called me to the street with a nod of her head. All my body was covered with goosebumps. In my head, I was confused, I sat down on the floor. There was a desire to get under the bed, but I could not move.
And two days later, at night, Alexander came to see me, her husband, Misha and the old woman. They announced matchmaking, they themselves laid the table, seated me next to Misha, and then sat down themselves. On the table was a church cahors, kutya, two fish and a loaf of black bread.
I began to mumble that fellow villagers would condemn me, it would be impossible to make a wedding, before one year had passed after my mother's death. In response, I heard that the wedding will be in their narrow circle, and we will say to the people that you are pregnant and went to live with us as daughter-in-law.
As they said, so it was. Our wedding was at night. There were five of us, and there were ... cats. Yes, I forgot to say that their grandmother did not bless us with an icon, but with a fire iron. They laughed at the same time with childish laughter.
One more strange thing. They seemed to me different every day, that is, as if their faces became different. They were young at first, and then old, like their grandmother. Once I went into the pigsty, and there my mother-in-law was standing next to the pig on all fours and eats with it a slop. I could not resist, I cried out:"What are you doing, that's for the pigs?
She answered: "I am checking that it's not too hot."
I was asking her how she was baking a whole bunch of pies with one handful of flour. In response, I heard: "Here you live, you'll deserve it, and we'll teach you."
For Mikhail, the first months nothing doubtful did I notice, but then he began to surprise me more than his mother.
Once I woke up at night, Michael was not around, and I must say, I missed him madly. Now I understand that it was their merit, and then I got out of bed, walked around the house, he was not there. And I had such a feeling, if I do not find him, I will die. The blizzard was terrible that night. I went out the threshold to the street, I saw two tracks nearby, as if a person in this very place for a long time stood, and neither forward nor back traces are no more. I lifted my head, and saw the pit from the tracks on the roof of the hut. I shouted: "Misha!" And then the snow pillar next to me formed, a funnel twists, I looked, and this is my husband in a sweatshirt, standing in the snow and laughing.
I lost track of time. And wonderful deeds, while looking at myself in the mirror, sometimes I saw an old woman, sometimes a schoolgirl.
Once the father-in-law with my mother-in-law and with the grandmother left for the city, I sort of woke up from a dream. I look around me, the walls seem to be familiar, but where am I, I do not remember. Suddenly, I remembered about my mother and burst into tears. I must say, Michael always knew what I think, like his family. This is where my husband came to me and said:"Do you want me to call your mother for you?"I was terribly happy, I promised that I would not talk to the deceased, only I would look, I would admire my mother.
At night, Misha lit many, many candles, closed all the mirrors and glass doors at the cupboards, sat down in the corner and began reading some old book. He put me on the lap in a circle. I heard someone walking in the passage, I looked: my mother, my dear, came into the door. She stood up by the circle, her eyes were empty, like unwashed glasses, looking at me her lips curled. Suddenly, I read on jer lips that she was saying: "Church, church." Micheal shut the book, and everything became as if my mother was never there.
Next day I took care of my husband, like all of their four cats. I persuaded him to take me to the city. We went with him on the train, and he frowned. I asked him:- Does it hurt anything?And he answered:- No, my mother is angry that we went.
The farther we gone from the village, the brighter it was in my head, and the frown grew my husband. I thought about everything that had never thought about before: what do my father-in-law live with my mother-in-law on, why my husband does not work, how old is he, and how old am I. After all, in fact, I lost track of time and do not remember how long I stayed in their house.
Suddenly, I remembered my home. Who lives in it? Maybe his father-in-law sold it and that's what we live on? Why so far none of the villagers nor my girlfriends were interested in me and did not visit me. And again the words said once by my mother-in-law surfaced that if she wanted, people would walk around her and not notice her. That she said, when she urged me to marry Misha, three days after my mother's death, in response to my worries, on what people in the village will say about it.
And now about how I got to the monastery.In the city I managed to escape from my husband. I longed for the church, remembering the whispers of my mother's dead lips. How did I escape? Cheating. I went to the women's toilet, and he's in the men's room. And I fled. After I was sent to a monastery. I have been here for several years. I will never leave the monastery. I'd rather serve God than the four devils. Yes, and I am afraid to leave the walls of the monastery. I know, if I'll get out of here, I'll meet them, and they will punish me. "