Collection of Village Stories

I've been wanting to post a real-life story here for a long time, but because I wanted to supplement it with some maps and other clarifying visual stuff, and I had no time to make them (and maybe they're not fucking needed at all), I'll just post bare stories.
1. The story of the bitten sandwich. It happened when I was still a belly-dweller. One morning in the 2000s, my mother was packing my dad's lunch for work and made him sandwiches with coffee, and everything was basically as usual, but then they stepped out of the kitchen for a bit, come back and there's just 1 sandwich bitten, and not with a fucking human bite, like some shit from the movie The Thing had a go at the bread with sausage. Supposedly neither dad nor mom touched it, and they still don't know what it was.
2. The story of the burned neighbor. There was a neighbor on the floor above me. A regular old dude. But he had a problem: he loved smoking in bed, and that's what killed him. He burned up along with the apartment. He lived with his daughter, her husband, and granddaughter. Everyone survived except him. And a few days after that whole fire shitshow, I'm sitting at my stove (thankfully our apartment was almost untouched by the fire) and I hear the fucking shower turn on upstairs (in that very burned apartment). I was seriously freaked out. It lasted about 5 minutes, then the water turned off as if nothing had happened. I thought, well, fuck knows, maybe the neighbors already came back. But no fucking way, they only arrived a couple of days later.
3. Laughter in the forest. I was riding my bike in the village along the forest belts. I'm riding and I hear some fucking chuckle from the forest belt, and it was like, you know, in movies when some asshole looks at a person and giggles, knowing he's gonna fuck up the little human. So I heard almost the same thing there. The only thing I could make out was that it was two female voices and they just seemed stoned on something, laughing non-stop (the laughter wasn't very loud, more like normal volume). In the end, I stood, listened, and pedaled home, away from that. (Also strange that I didn't see anyone at all in that forest belt because it's not fucking wide or dense, you can see right through it.)
4. Songs of the 90s. I wasn't the witness, my parents were. It all happened again in the village, which consists of 2 residential streets, and opposite ours, a bit further away, is a third street (dead, and later burned down and taken apart brick by brick). So my parents are sitting in front of our house and hear music blasting from that burned street, and it's not modern music at all, it's Laskovyi Mai, Yura Shatunov, and such. They decided to go closer to figure out if maybe the sound was just coming from another part of the village, but nope, the sound clearly came from that street. But since everyone was too lazy, they didn't go there to look for the source of the sound.
5. The sound of the church. A classmate told me. He lives in a village and they used to have a church there, which was later blown up by the Reds. And every resident took apart pieces and carried home whatever they could drag from there: someone stole a brick, someone an icon, someone a board. So my classmate almost swore that he fucking heard some kind of chanting sometimes at night from the things that had been brought from that church, and supposedly not only he heard it.
6. Giant dog. The events took place in the same village. Once my older brother and I decided to walk around the village and go to the local sand quarry, which was next to a swamp. We're walking and decided to wander into the swamps for fun to see what's what. We went in and see a big dog lying on the ground, and not just big but fucking huge like in Harry Potter. We shit ourselves from that sight and got the hell out. We didn't tell anyone and over time it was forgotten.
7. The little light. I came to the village for the winter holidays and I'm sitting sipping tea, looking out the window. And it looks out onto our garden. I look and see that at the end of the garden some white flash appears and it moves straight across the garden, going off to the side. Because the terrain is hilly, it just seemed to descend along the slope. I stood and stared at all that action, and the next day I decided to go see if maybe there were traces from that shit. I found no traces, but I walked along the approximate path where that thing descended, I come up and see that below there's a fucking abandoned house that I never knew about or saw before. What an interesting coincidence.