Culture, tradition and economy!

I’m going to start with a short story that I remembered, told by my great-grandfather, Alexa.

One night, while the moon was full, he met a man while he was returning from the mill cart in another village in the middle of a field. A man dressed in a black coat, very sober. my great-grandfather was a very gentle and God-fearing man. She asked him what he was doing so late on the road and where he was going, but he received no answer. The great-grandfather was surprised, but the stranger sat down behind the cart, at which point the horses began to shake. the great-grandfather tried to talk to him, but nothing. After a few meters, he looked behind the cart and nothing. There was no human shouting on a very large area…

Another story, that I had the urge to write these short horror stories.

My uncle is now 50 years old. When he was young, it was fashionable to go fishing. And he left the girls (my current aunt) in the evening. As he was feeling well, he stopped there until a rather late hour, about 3 o’clock in the morning, when he left for home. On his way he had a more secluded house, hidden behind trees. the houses are quite a short distance from each other.

Next to it was a fountain outside the gate. According to his uncle, it was dark and when he got to the area, he heard someone pulling water (at 3 o’clock in the morning). He said „Good evening,” but no one answered. it was heard that someone was drawing water, but it did not stop, the bucket overturned, fell into the well and began to draw water again. Uncle said he got home in a minute, although it would normally have taken 7-10 minutes