The tractor disappeared from the tractor on the go
Stories about how this or that person disappears forever eyes of eyewitnesses, in many anthologies of anomalous phenomena. However they come mostly from abroad, about Russian cases, much less is known, but they are there.
The researchers of anomalous phenomena believe that in such cases people just fall into the invisible «door» or «portals» to other dimensions that open for a moment and then have no release back.
The story is told many years ago tractor Kiselev from Krasnodar Krai:
«My friend Vanka worked always for a couple. He was on his tractor plowing a single field, and I on his — another the next. And once I plow the earth in his field, and the corner of my eye I see — in the next field, where Vanka’s something wrong. Manikin tractor drove off the field and lay down their «nose», that is, the motor, in a deep ditch.
On the other side of the ditch stretched across the steppe wide asphalt road. It scurried up and down the cars, trucks and coaches. I decided that Ivan suddenly felt bad and he lost consciousness.
I stopped his tractor, climbed out of his cab and rushed up to Vankina the tractor, drove into a ditch.
Run up. The motor in the tractor operates, the tractor just shakes, shakes because of the tracks beneath it to rotate idly, scratching in one spot downhill of the ditch.
You see, driving a tractor no one. Whatever happened, I think my friend roly? Well, I turned off the motor of his tractor and began to look around the sides. Nowhere Ivan! Long I searched for him on the field and in forest that protected the field. All for nothing. The man had disappeared. Moreover, the impression was that disappeared to God knows where right from the tractor cab. Vanished, without even having to turn off a running motor!
In the end I threw his useless quest popped up on the road and braked the first ride. Arrived at the main house of our farm. Came there to the Board and report to the authorities — they say that so and so was gone roly.
At first I did not believe. But I with great difficulty persuaded the boss to go with me to where Ivan plowed the land. And the bosses went. Oh, here is started! The police come in large numbers! Searched, searched, searched for Ivan, he was nowhere to be found.
Vanished roly, if the devil claimed his right from the tractor cab! That’s the story. Remember how, sometimes, about it, so once the creeps start back running.»
And here is another similar story with the Russian expanses. Not really too new.
Folklorist D. Balashov recorded in one village on the shore of the White sea the story of the local inhabitants about the mysterious disappearance of their countryman. The recording was made in the early sixties of the twentieth century, and the story of the disappearance happened a few years earlier.
It was like this. A group of men sat in the middle of the day on the bench before the hut. Approximately fifty meters from the hut stood a haystack. Suddenly from the side of the hut ran a young deer.
One of the men sitting on the bench, he immediately recognized her as a DOE separated a few days ago from the reindeer herds, which belonged to this same man.
Our man immediately jumped up from the bench. He chased the deer, hoping to catch her. Ran over to the stack wall I…
And since then, said folklorist Balashov witnesses to the incident, nobody never saw it. Missing person!
The third story is more recent, and although officially it was believed that the missing person drowned, there is reason to think that he also mysteriously disappeared to God knows where.
«My disappeared husband was a great lover of fishing, — told rural teacher I. I. Orlov of the Voronezh region. — I emphasize that he was perfectly healthy, physically strong. Knew how to swim. He had his own boat and a large set of fishing gear.
One Sunday morning he left home before the dawn began to break. He loved fishing in the morning dawn, when the fish are biting particularly well. The husband did not return from fishing.
Concerned and a little alarmed, I went about noon to the river. I knew of places on its coast, a favorite of my husband. Quickly enough I managed to find his boat. She was stretched out nose on a sandy shore. All fishing tackle was laid out in it so that you could tell the husband didn’t even started to fish. It really surprised me.
I began to shout loudly, to call my husband. But he did not respond. Terribly frightened, I rushed to find, I ran a lot on the river, fumbled there in the bushes. Came a scary thought: maybe he drowned?! But how could it happen, if he was a great swimmer. It ended up that I addressed in militia.
They decided that my husband, apparently, still drowned. Find his body in the river came to nothing. Looking for a long time with the help of hooks. Our river is relatively wide, but very shallow, with low flow.
People looking for hooks the body of a drowned man, not really surprised that they never found him. According to them, they simply had to find the body, if it was somewhere on the river bottom. Where in this case, it happened to my husband, you ask? Speculated. Understand nothing.»