Phantom "Ambulance" with the deceased in the cabin

On Sunday , May 13, 1990, Muscovite Tamara Orlova and her husband rode on an electric train late in the evening.They returned to the city from their own dacha, where for two days off they shoveled the earth without stopping - they planted potatoes. Both felt dead tired.

Suddenly, Tamara's husband began to fall over on his side: he lost consciousness. This was reported on the intercom communication train driver. And he, in turn, reported on the radio about what happened to the radio operator on duty at the nearest railway station.

When the train came to her platform, there were already waiting for him two orderlies with a stretcher. The unconscious man was quickly transferred to the ambulance car - of course, accompanied by his own wife, extremely concerned about what was happening.

Tamara's husband did not have time to get to the hospital. He died on the way. The woman, distraught by grief, spent the night and part of the next day - Monday - near the body of the deceased in the walls of that hospital.

Her own sister, also a Muscovite, did not know anything, of course, about what had happened. On Monday morning, she got out of bed, as always on weekdays, very early. And she left the house, went to work, at the beginning of the sixth hour of the morning.

At the bus stop, the woman did not have to wait long. Soon the bus arrived the route she needed. Sister Tamara Orlova, entering his open front door, sat down on a vacant chair by the window in the left row of seats. This chair was right behind the driver's cab.

The bus started. His wheels went to wind up miles through the deserted streets of morning Moscow, which at that very early hour had barely woken up. Sister Tamara watched absent-mindedly through the window, behind which floated house after house, quarter after quarter ... The bus drove up to the next intersection - to the intersection of the street on which it was moving, with a wide avenue. The driver did not slow down, for the signal of green light was on the traffic light.

The fact that happened next will be told by Tamara's sister herself:

- When the bus started to leave for the intersection, I saw a small car rushing along the avenue from left to right across it. The usual pickup van. Normal and ... unusual. All of it was bright red, and on its side - a white circle with a red cross in it. In a word, an ambulance.

But that's quite amazing: her windshield was completely dull. As if it was densely covered from the inside with gray-white paint! Never in my life have I seen cars with such windshields. The collision of the pickup and our bus seemed inevitable. A few passengers, who were with me in the cabin, screamed in fright.

Tamara's sister also screamed in horror.

The bus driver sharply pressed the brake.

"The same thing," Tamara's sister continues her story, "made, apparently, the driver of the red pickup, unseen behind the frosted windshield. The speed of the pickup slowed down sharply, however, he continued to approach quickly. With absolute irrevocability, I realized that he would now plunge into the bus on the left - exactly where the driver was sitting at the wheel, and behind him was me.

With a drooping jaw, I looked unblinking eyes at the approaching pickup truck, aiming its headlights straight at me!But a miracle happened. Somehow the pickup skidded before the very, so to say, nose of our bus, not hitting it. We passengers again shouted together, this time for joy. And then they fell silent, turning their heads in all directions in perplexity.

The red pickup, which flew to the bus to the left and rushed past him in front of his front bumper, did not appear, however, to the right of the bus. And did not continue his journey. In the literal sense of these words, he melted in the air like a ghost.

Tamara's sister continues:

- All of us, including the bus driver, were in shock. We did not understand how this could happen. My companions were discussing the mysterious incident and at the same time all the time they focused on the strange appearance of the ambulance. Her windshield was, I repeat, frosted, but here the side windows - for some reason, transparent.All of us, as it turned out from the discussion, clearly saw this. Meanwhile, in an ordinary ambulance car everything should be the other way round! The side windows are matte, and the front glass is transparent.

However, personally, Tamara's sister was much more puzzled by another.

When the pickup flew to the bus and almost almost seemed to encounter him, the look of the woman - unblinking, frozen - was directed into his side clear glass. And the woman, according to her categorical statement, clearly saw through this glass what image: lies in a pickup on a stretcher, a man in a faded protective-colored jacket, eyes closed, arms stretched along the body.

"And there is no one else in the cabin for the transportation of patients in that" first aid "! "Says Tamara's sister." Let my observation last no more than two seconds ... even if not more than a second, but I clearly looked at the features of the man. It was my sister's husband. I could not be mistaken. I was not imagining. Yes, it was he!

Whirlwind swirled in my head questions. What about him? Is he seriously ill? And so it is so hard that I had to call an ambulance? And what an amazing coincidence - I'm traveling by bus to work early in the morning, and an ambulance with Tamara's husband lying in it crosses my path. How can this be?

But the appearance of the car? What a strange carriage with a frosted windshield! An abnormal carriage, impossible. Finally, how miraculously did she manage to avoid the inevitable, seemingly collision with the bus? And where did she go then, melted without a trace in the air at the crossroads?

From the testimony of Tamara Orlova:

- When my husband and I were returning on the train from the dacha, he was dressed in a faded protective jacket.The ambulance, where we were taken with him from the railway station to the nearest hospital, was a pickup truck.But the pickup is white, not red. The windshield of the car was, of course, transparent, and the side windows were frosted. The whole of the next day the body of the deceased was immovable in the hospital. Nobody took him out of there.

From a certificate given by AN Stepanov, a garage worker at one of the Moscow emergency stations:

- We use two types of cars in our daily work - pick-up trucks and "Volga" vans. According to a long tradition, all ambulances in Moscow are white. Red pickups are not used by our units. I say this with all responsibility. Red pickups are machines of fire brigades. I have heard about the presence of opaque windshields on vehicles for the first time and I consider the statement about their existence as complete nonsense.