On October 15, the 455th expedition ended " Kosmopoisk" in the Krasnodar Territory, in which, in addition to the Moscow group, the Krasnodar-Kosmopoisk, Gelendzhik-Kosmopoisk, Kostroma-Kosmopoisk and Thailand Kosmopoisk groups, as well as the dive clubs Neptune Pro Togliatti and Russo Turisto Tambov. The expedition pursued 4 main goals.
The first of the main goals of the expedition is to explore the so-called "Cave of Fear", which was widely reported in the Russian media in the 1990s. Eyewitnesses said that this vertical mine was "created in time immemorial by whom and when is unknown." Several attempts to reach the bottom of the "bottomless" cave then failed, as the researchers experienced "inexplicable fear." The next descent ended with the fact that the caver allegedly cut the ropes and remained forever in the mine. Regarding the “inexplicable fear”, some believed that the fault was all the gas accumulated below, and the specialists of Kosmopoisk put forward the version that at the bottom of the mine there may be water that seeps inside, creates in an almost perfectly even round (almost organ) pipe of the mine infrasonic vibrations that affect the subconscious of people. It was not possible to check the information during the Kosmopoisk expedition in June 1999: the mine was found, but the entrance to it turned out to be littered with logs and earth.
In September 2007, after 8 years, we finally managed to reach the entrance after several days of excavations. On September 30, when a hand could barely fit into the dug hole, a video camera was lowered down, which broadcast the image on the monitor. The 18-meter cable was not enough to reach the bottom of the shaft, however, the camera was able to see that the walls of the shaft have 2 small side branches, and at a depth of more than 10 meters, 2 palms with spread fingers were imprinted on the wall. The diameter of the tunnel is about 150 cm (initial rumors - from 1 to 2 m), there are no traces of formwork, the surprisingly well-preserved round walls consist only of local soil (initially, eyewitnesses claimed that the walls were burned). After it turned out that there were no harmful gases below, the hole was expanded, and the caver I. Kommel went down. He found that "side passages" very quickly end in dead ends. It turned out that at a depth of 36 meters the mine was filled with water. It was hoped that the mine connected to the nearby sea, however, the water turned out to be fresh. The next day, October 1, 2007, an underwater camera with a powerful underwater light went under the water. The initial viewing of the video recording on the spot did not reveal anything interesting: some indistinct floating spots, pieces of iron under water, possibly attacked from above. However, already on a good monitor, after sunset, in the camp it was possible to make out what kind of pieces of iron it was. It turned out that at the bottom there are 3 thick-walled iron barrels with welded-on locks. Moreover, by the location of the barrels, it was clear that they were specially lowered and installed vertically, and not randomly and in a hurry were dropped from above. Next to the barrels, a side passage or niche was clearly visible. The search was already taking a different turn. What are the mysterious barrels, who and why hid them here?.. During the next attempt on October 2, 2007, a caver was sent down in an aqualung with a small balloon. The corpses of climbers (alpinist) were not found below. After some hitch, the barrels were examined, one of them was even lifted up ... The barrels turned out to be empty.
Who and why hid them to the bottom deep mine, and so far remains unexplained. Presumably, the cache was prepared during the Great Patriotic War (the Nazis were then only one tank throw from the cave) or during the Civil War. But one way or another, the secret of the "Cave of Fear" was revealed. No one in the cave has died in the last half century (since the war). A possible reason for the unconscious fear that allegedly arises inside the cave is the occurrence of resonant vibrations of the order of ten Hz on the even round walls of the tunnel. In fact, the 1.5-meter round tunnel is an almost perfect organ pipe for infrasonic vibrations. The source of such fluctuations can be water seeping into the tunnel from underground sources. At the time of the expedition, there were no showers in the mountains and therefore the water level in the tunnel did not change, therefore, there could be no fluctuations (hence, this story can be put to rest only after the next expedition during the rainy season).
Mystical horrors of the caves
In 1992, the expedition of the famous anthropologist David Woddle did not return from the jungles of Thailand. To find out the reason for the disappearance of the researchers, the American Association of Anthropologists formed a group of daredevils, led by Perry Winston and Roy Clive, specialists who are well acquainted with the impenetrable and mysterious wilds of Indochina.
Following the path along which Woddle and his comrades were supposed to be moving, the new expedition reached the hills overgrown with dense bushes, located in a north-westerly direction from the River Kwai. Behind them stretched a valley, on one side of which lay swamps inhabited by poisonous creatures, on the other a river flowed.
These places were considered cursed by the local population. And such an opinion was based on a legend, according to which cannibal sorcerers once lived here. For this reason, Winston and Clive were unable to find guides from local residents, and they, along with the rest of the group, continued on their way through unfamiliar terrain on their own.
In his diaries, shortly before his tragic journey, Woddle described this lowland in a few lines, and also mentioned mysterious cave where cannibals performed their ritual ceremonies.
Winston and Clive thought that, most likely, it was the unknown cave that kept the secret of the disappearance of Woddle and his comrades. Therefore, the main goal of scientists was to search for this mysterious place ...
As soon as thick twilight descended on the valley, the scientists, tired from the long and nervous journey, climbed into the tents. However, before they even closed their eyes, they were suddenly disturbed by incomprehensible sounds, similar to the monotonous knock of many wooden sticks on an empty container. They came from the southwest side of the valley.
Instinctive fear like a sticky veil bound all those present in the tent. And of course, no one dared to go in the direction from where the strange rattling came from.
Hills near the river Kwai, where Vodla's expedition disappeared
After lying in the tent until the morning, because no one could fall asleep after such a surprise, the scientists set off in search of the source of strange sounds.
And so, when there were several miles left behind, the researchers unexpectedly stumbled upon a cave, which, most likely, was mentioned by Woddle in his notes.
Winston and Clive had no doubt that the mysterious sounds were coming from this very place.
But it was absolutely incomprehensible to whom they belonged: a bird, an animal, or ... a ghost. Or maybe a person? But this was hard to believe, since many signs indicated that people had not appeared in these places for several years.
When the researchers began to examine the surrounding area, they soon discovered the almost decomposed bodies of the members of the Voddle expedition. They were recognized by their special equipment, as well as by other signs that were known to Winston and Clive.
In addition, the cause of death of the researchers was established almost immediately: they were apparently killed by opening their skulls and chests with blows of blunt objects. There was one oddity in all this: untouched property. If the murder was committed by people, they would undoubtedly take things with them.
After all these terrible finds, as well as nightly “castanets”, scientists entered the cave with apprehension. And not in vain. Inside the grotto they found a large number of human skeletons. Some of them lay on the floor, others were leaning against the walls, others hung from the ceiling.
In addition, all the skeletons had fractured skulls and chests. Curious was the fact that most of the skeletons were clearly here for more than one decade, and maybe several hundred years.
We settled down to rest away from the cave filled with human skeletons. Nightfall was anticipated with anxiety. And the premonitions were soon justified. Suddenly, somewhere around midnight, rhythmic sounds like drum rolls were heard. But now they were heard almost nearby, and no one doubted that they were coming from the cave.
Keeping the cocks of their rifles cocked, the people did not close their eyes until morning. And only when the sun flooded the surroundings with bright light, the researchers again went to the cave. But nothing had changed here last night. There were also no signs that anyone had been near the cave.
However, in the cave itself, archaeologists were in for an unexpected surprise: they immediately noticed that almost all the skeletons had changed their position. This could mean only one thing: at night someone shifted them from place to place. But why and who?
Winston, along with one of his colleagues, decided to set up an ambush near the cave to find out what was happening. And in order not to doze off, they grabbed a fair supply of coffee and whiskey. In addition, they had weapons and a movie camera with them, allowing them to shoot in the dark. The rest returned to the parking lot.
And again in the middle of the night there was a familiar knock. No other sounds were heard. And as soon as dawn broke, everyone rushed to the cave. They were met with deathly silence. And soon Clive discovered the bodies of Winston and his companion, crushed and with broken skulls.
This terrible picture had such a strong effect on the expedition members that the surviving researchers, taking the corpses of their comrades with them, immediately left the vicinity of the terrible cave.
Leaving, no one dared to look into the grotto of horror. However, one daredevil in the team was still found. True, he did not enter the cave, but only directed a beam of a flashlight into its black mouth. According to him, he saw dried blood on one of the skeletons ... But it is difficult to say how real the facts presented here are.
The horrors that researchers had to experience in the mysterious Kashkulak cave, hidden in the spurs of the Kuznetsk Alatau in Khakassia, are not there, but nevertheless, for several centuries, bad fame has been passed on from generation to generation. This is a cult cave of the ancient Khakass. Here they made sacrifices to their gods, including people. “Kashkulak” translated into Russian means “Black Devil’s Cave”…
The participants of many scientific expeditions, who explored the cave with half-decayed human and animal remains, were mostly experienced and courageous people. But almost all of them experienced a feeling of panic fear and horror as soon as they descended into this cave.
It happened that suddenly at some point people, without saying a word, threw their equipment and rushed to the exit. And often these were experienced speleologists.
But, in addition to feelings of psychological discomfort and inexplicable horror, even more strange and strange things happened to people. mysterious cases. One of them happened in 1983 with Konstantin Baulin, a caver, an employee of the Novosibirsk Institute of Clinical and Experimental Medicine.
After spending many hours in the cave, people moved towards the exit. Konstantin was the last in line. And suddenly he felt that his back was "drilled" by someone's gaze. And then a wave of panicked fear washed over him. For a moment, the scientist, as if obeying someone else's will, turned around and ... froze in horror: about five meters away from him, he saw the figure of an elderly man in flowing clothes and in a shaggy hat with horns, who called him after him. The distance between them was small, and the researcher could clearly see his burning eyes and smooth inviting movements. At first, the scientist wanted to rush to run, but his legs did not obey him, and he even took a few steps towards the vision. Suddenly, accidentally pulling the rope that tied him to the other participants, he seemed to be freed from the spell and rushed to the exit. After this incident, the scientist no longer descended into this cave, and the visionary man dreamed of him for a long time and called for him.
Local legends say that one of the grottoes of the dungeon is inhabited by its keeper - an ancient Khakass shaman. And he punishes those tourists who disturbed his peace, appearing to them in dreams or in reality in the form of an old man in flowing clothes, and beckons into the depths of the cave. Maybe it's all hallucinations.
There is certainly a reason for such an assumption. And the hallucinations themselves in the cave could be explained by the unusual situation and the impact on the psyche of the closed space underground. But it is still difficult to say why different people who have visited the cave have the same hallucinations.
Nevertheless, a number of interesting observations that can shed light on this phenomenon have nevertheless been made. So, for example, in a cave, instruments recorded a constant fluctuation of the electromagnetic field.
Moreover, scientists have found that among the various signals, a strictly defined impulse is preserved almost all the time. Sometimes it was a single signal, and sometimes it manifested itself in the form of a whole series, for example, within an hour with intervals of two minutes. But the signals always came with the same amplitude. And there were days when the impulse did not show itself at all, but then the instruments recorded it again.
Where did these signals come from and what was their source? The fact that they came from the bowels of the earth became clear after a series of studies. But what served as their source could not be determined even by the most modern equipment. Scientists have suggested that the signals recorded in the cave are not natural and can only come from an artificial emitter. If this is a radio beacon, then to whom are its signals directed into the sky intended?
In the course of further research, it was found that nervousness, depression, fear of people covered only when strange signals were recorded. Moreover, when there was no one on the upper platform, the magnetometer was silent, but as soon as people appeared on it, it immediately began to react. As if the cave guessed that she had someone to show her secrets to.
Further analysis showed that at the same time both bats and birds in the cave showed concern.
Trying to explain everything that happens in the cave, the researchers suggested that this phenomenon is based on some external physical factor, the appearance of which is associated with the presence of a person. Most likely, it is a person who becomes a catalyst for those very unstable processes, the implementation of which requires an external impetus.
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He who fights monsters should take care not to become a monster himself.
Friedrich Nietzsche
We slowly moved along the small streets of the German city, looking around. With the usual firmness of spirit, listening to the loud cannonade of the front on the outskirts of the settlement - to the melody that for several years of the war has become for us as everyday as the music of street musicians in our native Dresden. Huge gray clouds floated across the sky, which spoke with all their appearance about the imminent start of rain. The breath of battle was felt everywhere, reminding us of the persistent comrades who were no longer with us.
Did we know what awaits us in the days when each of us will feel a deep emptiness in the soul, which until then was filled with the dream of world domination? But the future did not yet want to open its curtain for us. The cruel reality of the war sobered drunken minds, as if reminding us that now our task is to pass the next turn in order to enter the main street. The Untersturmführer urged our detachment in every possible way, forcing us to carry ammunition through the pain, which pressed on the body like lead. Schultz was an excellent commander. He constantly refused offers to take a place in the Fuhrer's headquarters and returned to the front. Hans took no prisoners. One day his wounded brother was shot in front of him. The death of his brother left a deep scar on his heart, which constantly bled, reminding him of the bitterness of loss and the tragic symphony of the theater of war.
In the meantime, we passed the turn and felt the first drops of rain, which slowly spread over our dirty faces, trying to wash away the dirt mixed with sweat and blood. Movement along the main street was an alien picture for the soldier's eye, accustomed to trenches. Only occasionally did I see civilians in tattered clothes fighting for the last place in the truck, which was supposed to leave for Dresden any minute now. Everywhere there were soldiers in shabby, dirty uniforms, in most cases with stiff bristles on their faces. Sometimes our eyes were opened to a small group, sitting by the fire, who looked with hope at the two white lightning bolts that flaunted on our right buttonholes. Somewhere in the distance stood a field kitchen, like a magnet, attracting exhausted soldiers who had lost the meaning for which they fought. Young youths carried heavy boxes of ammunition, demonstrating the vitality of the idea that still lived in my heart and the heart of my comrades. The loyalty of the motherland was reminded by the deserters hanging on poles, near the city hall, on whose chests dangling tablets, where a reminder of our duty was written in red letters: ‘’They were afraid to defend their homeland.’’
Before you leave central square, I once again looked at the Wehrmacht soldiers who remained to defend the city. With bitterness in our hearts, we left another locality. The war was getting closer and closer to our parents, brothers and loved ones. Love for the leaders slowly dissolved into boundless love for the motherland and loved ones.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the whistle of shells over our heads, which marked another artillery shelling. The commander gave the order to speed up the pace, and we ran hopefully towards the shelter. Just a couple of meters before the shelter, a shell exploded next to me. Feeling unbearable pain in several places at once, I fell on the wet asphalt, and in an attempt to overcome the concussion, I began to convulsively hit my head with my left hand. Next to me, my comrade was choking on blood, pressing his back against the wall. His broken arm dangled strangely in the air, giving an eerie twist to a not-so-lousy situation. I tried to get up to help him, but the feeling of unbearable pain finally knocked me to the ground. Forces slowly left me, and vision refused to see. Before losing consciousness, I still heard the screams of my comrades, who tried to drag me to cover.
Surprisingly, while in an unconscious state, I continued to perfectly feel the influence of the environment, which had changed a lot. The smell of dampness was replaced by the unpleasant smell of someone's slops. Suddenly I felt cold spring water dripping on my head. The feeling of closed space did not leave my imagination. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was in a cave. In a cold godforsaken place that my mind has constructed. A feeling of fear and uncertainty began to haunt my mind. To calm down, I decided to try to sleep. The attempt was successful and in a few minutes I was destined to be back in reality.
My comrade, noticing my return, exclaimed with joy and began to animatedly tell how I was miraculously taken to the local hospital. Having finished the story, he said that the commander asked me to go to the town hall when I got up and left. The recovery took several days. All this time I had a feeling of split reality, but I reassured myself that the cave was the fruit of my fantasies. On the 5th day I was allowed to leave the hospital. I staggered out into the street and saw several trucks. The orderlies, one after another, carried the corpses of soldiers mixed with the wounded. My gaze fell on a young man writhing in pain, who was holding a blood-drenched photograph of his mother in his hands, hoarsely repeating a simple “Help!”, As if trying to loosen the firm grip of death. Scrolling through the picture I saw in my head, I did not notice how I went out onto the main street. Under the stories of civilians about the next setbacks at the front, the remaining segment of my path passed.
In the town hall, I was met by a delighted commander and said that it was time for me to start an important assignment. The task of my group was the elimination of an underground cell that operated inside the city. After waiting for darkness, we moved to the task. Having placed the recruits at the entrance, I and my fighters began to climb the creaking stairs of the old house. Slowing down at the front door, with a slight movement of my hand, I gave the order to clear the apartment. Three fighters broke down the doors and rushed inside. A few seconds later, the still shell-shocked ear heard a couple of shots and the cry of one of the comrades. Going inside, I went up to the fighter and saw a young girl begging for mercy.
You can go. I'll finish the job. Tell the Untersturmführer that the task has been completed.
When the soldiers left, I took out my pistol and began to examine the girl. It's amazing how such a sweet creature could be a member of the underground. Her little sweet face, small pointed nose, slightly plump cheeks paired with beautiful dark, not very long hair, as if they said that war was not her destiny. Holstering the pistol, I approached the frightened girl and held out my hand to her. She looked in my direction in surprise and, having calmed down a little, extended her trembling hand in response. I helped her up and suddenly felt her hands on my back. Still trembling, she approached me and kissed me. The hot taste of her lips spawned an ocean of fantasies in my already intoxicated mind. I no longer felt the passage of time and did not notice at all how we ended up on a soft bed in the nude.
It seemed like it lasted forever. One could only guess what motivated this cute creature fear of death or true feelings. A wonderful feeling of love that challenged everything that happened: death, despair, fanaticism and fear. Watching her silhouette, which was gradually moving away, I involuntarily pondered over the experience. The feeling of oppression that prevailed after 1918 and the bright hope that a new idea brought - an idea that infected our minds and gave strength to travel half of Europe to return to our native lands and fight for the right not to be oppressed again. As soldiers, we believed in our leaders, who did not impose a new picture of the world on us, but forced us to create such a reality ourselves. With a feeling of complete senselessness, I left the dusty apartment to report to the commander about the completed task. Not noticing what was happening around, I made my way to the town hall and, going up to the second floor, stopped at the entrance to the office, hearing strange sounds. Slowly turning the handle, I opened the doors and saw my stranger sitting on her knees again.
What's the matter, Sturmscharführer? I was informed that the task was completed, and today this whore tried to take my life, - Hans asked pointing the gun at the girl.
I looked at the Untersturmführer in bewilderment and without hesitation took out Walter. Surprised, Schultz tried to say something, but deafening shots interrupted his speech, and the officer staggered down on a wooden table, crushing it with his weight. Without waiting for the guards to arrive, I ran up to the girl and hugged her trying to calm her down. She kissed me again, as if giving me hope, but suddenly I felt a cold touch of metal followed by a shot. A slight chill ran through my tense body. Feeling weak, I staggered and fell to my knees, grabbing the edge of her dress, but the girl pushed me away with her foot and ran to the exit. Falling on my side, a small photograph opened up to my eyes, which lay a couple of centimeters from me. Overcoming the pain, I picked up the photo with a trembling hand and began to examine it. It depicted a detachment of Soviet military men, among whom one could see a mysterious stranger, and on back side it was written in pencil: ‘’The 10th department of Smersh. Stalingrad. July 1942. ‘’ Having dropped the photograph, I rolled over onto my back and glanced towards the doorway, expecting to see guards there, but instead my shell-shocked ear heard a flurry of shots coming from the first floor.
Indifference reigned in my heart, which beat more slowly with every second, as if reminding me of the breath of death, which was becoming more and more palpable. I never got to know her name—the name of the wonderful stranger who came up with her idea to take my life. The wound bled terribly, disturbing the order of my thoughts. Suddenly I began to feel the cold air of my lonely cave and for a moment it seemed that it was just a dream, but reality seemed more real than ever, only reinforcing the split of reality. I did not know which of these realities is a false construction of my consciousness, or maybe they are both an illusion. I didn’t care if I died or ended up in a lonely cave, I was firmly convinced that I was leaving for a place where there would be no business with death, war and cruelty, where it was not necessary to distinguish between truth and illusion. Minds that have lost their meaning, like mine, will become the tombstone of fallen idols and for several decades will remind of hundreds of young lives who have experienced all the cruelty of the world drama in which there will be no right and wrong.
The wound bled more and more and I, letting out my last breaths, felt a fresh breath of wind inside the cave. At the same time, I left this world erasing all the fruits of my imagination. In a couple of seconds, the bifurcation will end, but for now I finished writing the inscription on the floor with my blood, leaving it here, it is not clear to whom, it is not clear why: nothing worth loving. ''
