Ghosts were suspected in the flight of the Prime Minister of Japan from the residence: “Some kind of whitish figure”

The Sankei News agency reported about the unexpected emergency that happened to the head of the Japanese government: at about 10 p.m. on November 23, Mr. Kishida suddenly urgently left the house where his residence is located and, accompanied by the motorcade required by his state, moved to a nearby hotel. There he spent the night. In the comments that appeared from assistants to the head of the Cabinet of Ministers, the reasons for such a hasty departure were explained very vaguely: “There was a problem with the equipment at the official residence. For security reasons, we cannot give specific reasons.”

Trying to get to the bottom of the truth, journalists drew attention to the fact that the two-story prime minister’s house, built almost 95 years ago, at one time earned a bad reputation: ghosts allegedly settled there.

The reasons for this “population” from the point of view of “ghost specialists” are quite understandable. It was in this building in 1930 and 1936. politically motivated murders occurred. Well, the souls of the murdered, as is commonly believed in the circles of paranormal phenomena researchers, often like to visit the site of the tragedy.

Some of Fumio Kishida’s predecessors, who held the post of prime minister, encountered incomprehensible “tricks” while living in this house, which, if desired, could be attributed to the tricks of ghosts. For example, Yoshiro Mori, who headed the Cabinet of Ministers at the beginning of this century, after his resignation, said that he heard heavy footsteps in front of the bedroom at night, and also mentioned the sounds of turning door handles. In this regard, Mr. Mori even advised his successor Junichiro Koizumi to “be careful with ghosts.”

It is noteworthy that before Fumio Kishida, having taken the post of Prime Minister, moved to the official residence assigned to him by his position, this building had been empty for ten years. Their predecessors preferred to live in other places – either in their own homes or in a dormitory for members of parliament.

New resident Kishida was skeptical about the talk about ghosts. A couple of years ago, he even spoke about this when talking to reporters: “I feel like I slept well. I haven’t seen any ghosts yet.”

But such optimism was probably premature. Proof of this, according to some, is current events.

Of course, many readers tend to perceive information about ghosts and visits from ghosts with considerable skepticism. This purely materialistic approach is understandable. However, there are those among us who are convinced from our own experience that we should not categorically reject the version of the existence of some, as it is sometimes called, non-protein matter.

Among these “witnesses for the defense” is the most experienced treasure hunter Vladimir Poryvaev. During his expeditions to remote corners and abandoned buildings, he encountered inexplicable phenomena. He remembered one such “rendezvous with a ghost” during our conversation.

— I spent my young years in the village of Semenovskoye near Moscow. It, among other things, became famous for the fact that the “Beriev’s dacha” was once located there. This is what local residents called this regime government residence. It was not just a state dacha, but a country base of the NKVD and State Security, which Beria himself often visited.

At the time in question, the end of the 1980s, the complex of buildings hidden in the thickets of trees behind a blank fence was already empty. Two two-story houses where security and employees used to live were also deserted. Being carried away by treasure hunting, I decided to explore this “abandoned place” on my next visit.

One day he climbed into the attic – and the house was long, with two entrances – and, moving from the far edge, began to explore the territory in search of something interesting.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound from behind. In the semi-darkness of the attic I see an unkempt elderly man coming out from behind the chimney. Almost the entire face is covered by a cloud of overgrown beard, so you can’t really see the features. Dressed in faded breeches and a filthy old-style military jacket, with worn kirzachi boots on his feet. The man began to stir up the scattered fragments of things that had been abandoned as unnecessary by the previous residents, and at the same time muttered quietly to himself – he recalled events of long ago, some of which were clearly criminal in nature. I didn’t want to get involved in unpleasant communication and turned away, minding my own business, and when I turned around again, there was no one in the neighborhood.

Trying to understand where the stranger who looked like a homeless person had come from in the attic, I decided that he had quietly climbed the stairs leading from the second entrance and just as quietly descended through the hatch. However, later this version of mine failed: when I approached that hatch, I became convinced that it was thoroughly littered with all sorts of rubbish – it was impossible to lift the flap or crawl through.

On my next visit to the attic a few days later, I again encountered this strange guy. This time he turned to me: “Look around in that corner over there and you’ll find something!” And then he stepped behind the chimney, and… I stopped seeing him.

Still, I decided to follow the advice and discovered a cache in the attic, where there was a bayonet for a Mauser rifle and a German dagger from the war.

He then took such dangerous finds to the police, and started talking about the mysterious old man in the attic with local men. They explained to me what was happening: “What you saw was not a homeless person at all. And not a person at all. The old man was the very last occupant of the house. He was found dead in this very attic about 9-10 years ago. And in Stalin’s times, they used to say, he served under Lavrentiy Pavlovich, carrying out special assignments… He lived as a homeless man, and now he lived to commit suicide. Maybe one of the victims of his service decided to get even. And since then, those who climbed into the old house have seen the figure of this man more than once – he walks silently, mutters something, as if he is inspecting old rubbish.”

Mikhail S., an enthusiastic spelestologist who devoted a lot of time to studying the capital’s dungeons, shared his impressions of the meeting with “non-protein matter” with the author of these lines.

According to him, he experienced similar contacts during “immersions” at least 3-4 times.

“On the outside it looked different. One day, a whitish figure, vaguely reminiscent of a human silhouette, suddenly appeared from around the corner of the tunnel. Another time, it was as if a large dark spot flew over my head, dousing me with a stream of strange “prickly” air… But in each case, the approach of such a paranormal object seemed to charge my body with electricity: my fingertips tingled, my hair suddenly began to stand on end, as if by the rods I grabbed the electrophoric machine. And at the same time I was seized by fear – causeless, paralyzing… Then the “otherworldly” disappeared, and I returned to my usual, normal state.”