When I was 10 or so, I had all those VHS tapes with UFO shows on them, which I loved to watch on repeat (even though they spooked me out a bit). Well, one day I saw
something in the night sky through the window and got scared. Later on I have, of course, learned that it was merely a bright meteor, but back then it made me afraid to look at the sky for a good month or so. Unfortunate, considering my love for astronomy.
Much, much later, we were looking at stars with my father when we noticed something on the horizon: an object that rapidly brightened more or less to match Venus, then faded just as suddenly. It was simply a satellite flare, most likely an
Iridium flare (it's a damn shame they don't happen anymore). I wasn't exactly scared of it, but I didn't know about satellite flares at the time and the thought of an event that I could not explain to the best of my knowledge was unsettling.
Huh, it's always the Slavic Europeans who make crazy stuff.
Hey, now. If you want some really crazy stuff told to children, try reading some of the less known Grimm fairytales.
This one's good. Pretty messed up and not even a little bit Slavic.