The expedition

 There is a small village in Yakutia called Us Khatyn ("three birches"). Not far from the village (about fifteen kilometers away), in a clearing in the forest, there is an old house where, according to rumors, "abasi", that is, evil spirits, live. All the people who live in the village avoid this house.

As you know, during the Soviet Union, people were taught that nothing supernatural existed. And for some reason known only to the officials themselves, the Council of the regional center decided to send an "expedition" to that house to prove that there were no otherworldly forces in it. The "expedition" consisted of about ten people; almost all of them were party officials from the district center, among them there were only a couple of local residents, including the head of the village council, who really did not want to go — he grew up in the village and knew about this house for a long time, but had to go — after all, the head, if he refuses, he will be removed from office.

They went by truck, took a case of vodka with them. We arrived at the place, unloaded, went into the house, which consisted of one large room (in the old days they built it that way). Everything was relatively clean inside, there was a stove and a table. Our heroes first examined the house, all the holes and corners — they found nothing suspicious. They dragged a case of vodka into the house, started drinking and talking. Night soon fell, and people laid their sleeping bags on the floor and fell asleep.

And then one of the "guests" suddenly felt someone pulling off his blanket. He pulled her back to him, and then someone abruptly snatched the blanket from his hands. The man quickly got out of bed, looked around — everyone was asleep. "Stop it, it's not funny!" he exclaimed, thinking that one of the people was messing around. Another guy stood up against the opposite wall: "What is it? Don't make any noise —you're disturbing my sleep." And then the kettle, which was standing on the stove, flew into the guy's head by itself. Who's throwing himself?" the guy exclaimed, grabbed the kettle and threw it back towards the stove. About five seconds later, the kettle flew in again.

Everyone woke up, there was a commotion. They turned on the lanterns, calmed down — there seemed to be no one else in the house but them. And then heavy footsteps were heard outside the front door and someone loudly exclaimed: "Get out!". The front door opened, and everyone was horrified to see a two-meter-tall man standing outside...

We woke up on the road near the village. Everyone was walking one after the other, barefoot, lightly dressed. It was almost morning. No one remembered anything, even though they had walked a dozen and a half kilometers barefoot, and their feet had bled to death.

In such a strange way, they returned to the village, but the things and weapons remained in that house. The members of the "expedition" began asking the locals to return there and bring their belongings. No one agreed for a long time, but then they finally found three hunters who were promised money and a case of vodka for this feat. The hunters arrived at the clearing in the afternoon, quickly entered, gathered their belongings in an armful without looking and jumped back out...

This was told to me by my uncle, who heard it from a direct participant in this story. He says his hands were shaking when he remembered that terrible night.