Narrated by Leonid Kornishin, Kandalaksha, Murmansk Region: “In 1956 my mother went to work abroad for two years to the island of Svalbard. At that time, I was determined to grandmother, who lived in a rather large village 50 kilometers from Alma-Ata. IN different people lived in the village: there were exiled Germans, and Chechens, and Uyghurs. And all this motley audience was diluted a small number of indigenous people – Kazakhs. I’m somehow easy (with a minimum of bruises and bumps) joined the international children’s a horde that rushed carelessly around the village all day. Of all I have the best relationship with one Uigur company a boy, Suleiman, or simply Sulka. He stood out among peers by sharpness of mind and friendliness. Soon we became inseparable. There was a hut near my grandmother’s house, where a couple of elderly lived Uyghurs. These were very lonely people. Moreover, the old for some reason, all the adults in the village were considered a witch-grandmother. Frankly, this woman was actually like the ambassador of black forces. A sort of Baba Yaga, which was played by the actor so beloved by children George Millar. August was coming to an end. The villagers gathered in their garden gardens harvest. We tombs, despite the fact that each had its own garden, climbed strangers. While rural kids were considered good form – to profit from something else by the fence. And so I agreed with Sulka that the next night we together we climb to “clean” the garden at the very Uigur couple. There was no electricity in the village in those years, therefore, all residents sleep went to bed early. After waiting for my ba-bulka to fall asleep, I crawled out through window to the street. My faithful Sulka was waiting for me there. And here we are in twilight went to work. Despite the late time, it was quite light – the full moon shone, and there was not a cloud in the sky. We are very carefully crept through our yard, crossed my grandmother’s garden. Now, only a one and a half meter fence separated us from the cherished goal heights. We lurked around him and began to carefully examine territory of the object of attack. Visibility was excellent! And here meters at five from ourselves we noticed an old Uyghur who was swarming about a huge wooden trough lying on the ground. We became I wonder what the old man can do at such a late hour! Grandfather meanwhile, grunting, he poured a full sack of wheat into the trough, then added another half a bag. A few minutes later he joined the old woman began to help him. And suddenly the old woman began to undress, and full! The sight was depressing, the sight of old wrinkled flesh aroused disgust with my friend. Sulka and I were enough adults and already knew where the children come from, so at first decided that the elderly couple decided to make love in the night garden. But what happened next, we were simply struck. Grandma lay in trough and began to dig into the grain. The old man helped her until buried it with his head. Then he turned silently and left. We are so sat quietly, afraid to move. In our immature minds reigned full welter. About an hour passed, but we still couldn’t recover from seen. The idea of robbing a garden disappeared by itself. AND here we saw that the wheat in the trough stirred and began to drain with rising body. When did this very body appear completely from under the grain, our hair stood on end. Instead of the decrepit old woman we saw a girl of about 20, with elastic breasts and a slender figure! 
Photos from open sources Standing in full growth, she publicized palms your body, as if getting used to a new look, and, not dressing, walked lightly to the house. As soon as she hid, we rushed out of the garden that was the spirit. My friend and I were smart enough for anyone not tell about this strange incident. Otherwise, hurry us up of all, would be mistaken for crazy. “You never know,” I thought. “Maybe perhaps it seems to us? “And a couple of days later my grandmother said that a granddaughter came to visit neighbors from Alma-Ata. The old Uyghur woman temporarily left for relatives. A week later I accidentally met this same “granddaughter” on the street. She, like old uigurka, there was a big black mole on the upper lip! My curiosity overpowered fear, and I began to slowly observe neighbors. Almost a year has passed. The girl during this time has never I left the village. And, interestingly, her appearance was gradually changing. The skin faded increasingly, began to give yellow. When again August came, grandmother said the neighbor’s granddaughter was back in Alma-Atu. His grandfather returned to his grandfather. It turns out we with Sulka became witnesses of the witching ritual. But here was what its essence, I still do not understand. ”
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