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NYP – A mysterious object 500-million light years away has baffled scientists after transmitting signals that hit Earth every 16-days. Scientists do not know what is causing the phenomenon, but it is being recognized as the first reliable pattern of fast radio bursts in deep space.

Astrophysicists discovered the pattern in data from the Canadian Hydrogen Intensity Mapping Experiment, or CHIME, radio telescope in British Columbia. In this particular instance, around one to two radio bursts will blast out per hour for four days before going silent for 12-days. The cycle then repeats itself.

These newly discovered repeating bursts suggest that someone, or something, is controlling them.

And so it begins. First a minor blurb in the New York Post, then a sighting of a major asteroid that’s not really an asteroid heading our way, then we’re all laser beamed into smithereens. Seriously, I’ve read Steven Hawking. Basically he said any civilization that has the capability to cross inter-galactic space can treat humans however the hell they want. On a related note, the histories of advanced civilizations meeting primitive ones doesn’t bode well for humankind. What I’m trying to say is that it’s all over, kids. Farewell and goodnight.

PS- Wait. It’s 500-million light years away. Which means it was doing this 500-million years ago, right? I’m so confused.

 

Da hell? Pig Dog? Pony Pig? The mind reels. What is it? Scroll down to find out.

Here’s the photo flipped 180 degrees. Does this help? No?

Ah, there it is. Puppy! And the best part is that his name is Doug.

We’ve all heard stories of ghosts, paranormal activities, or maybe just weird, unexplainable events. Heck, sometimes it can be as innocuouos as simply losing your car keys. The point is events happen in this world that defy explanation.

I’ve had my fair share of baffling experiences, and I’ve written about some of them on this site. For those interested, just click on any of the links below:

The Man in the Tuxedo

A story about a foggy night, a car wreck and my encounter with an old man in a tuxedo.

The Scariest Christmas

One Christmas morning long ago, somebody or something looked into our front door window. I can still see it today.

A Strange Phone Call

If you have an explanation for this one I’d sure like to hear it.

And I haven’t written about this since it happened over 20-years ago, but I’ll tell you a story now. A few people have heard about it, but not many . . .

It was June of 1996, less than a month after my friend and brother-in-law Jigger had passed away suddenly. We were best friends, took many trips together, and he was even my school principal. When he died it took everyone by surprise and hit us all very hard. Jigger was was married to my sister Karen and we’d all been going to Oak Island, North Carolina on vacation since 1978. Jigger had passed away in late May, but as a family we decided to take our annual trip in June because we knew Jigger would want it that way. For some reason I had to leave the beach a couple days early, so I decided to stop halfway home to rest. I checked into a hotel near Winston-Salem, NC and made it to my room. It was one of those rooms that was actually three rooms, one just inside the door with a little seating area and an extra TV, the other with the bed, and of course the bathroom. There was actually a little area between the rooms with a closet and little bar area for coffee and whatnot. Anyway, I was bushed so I had room service and fell asleep pretty early.

Sometime that night I had the dream. In the dream I woke up in that very hotel room, and I noticed a lamp was on in the other room. I knew I hadn’t left it on because I always leave the bathroom light on and leave that door cracked open a bit. I got out of bed to go turn the lamp off and there, sitting on a chair, was Jigger. I wasn’t scared at all, just surprised. He was wearing khaki pants, a flannel shirt, boat shoes without socks, his trademark Micky Mouse watch, and he was smiling at me. I asked what he was doing there and he proceeded to tell me that I needed to take care of Sis, that she wouldn’t be able to handle his death very well, and that she was going to need me. He also told me to let her know that it was ok to move on, that she had a lot of life left to live. I told him I would, and he stood up, hugged me, and as we let go of the embrace I woke up.

I sat up in bed and immediately walked into the other room, but of course the light was off and nobody was there. Everything was just as I’d left it before I went to bed.

Yes, I know it was just a dream, but it was so vivid. And who dreams about a hotel room they’d just walked into a few hours earlier? The same exact hotel room? To this day I believe that, somehow, Jigger reached out to me that night.

Another incident, which I wrote about in my story entitled Losing Tim, details the day one of my best friends was laid to rest and what happened when I returned home that night.

While thinking about ghosts, paranormal activities and other strange occurrences the other day I had the idea to reach out to my friends on social media and ask this question: What are your stories? Have you experienced unexplained events?

What follows are the stories that were sent to me. I’ve left out full names and used only initials, and in some cases changed the initials entirely if the writer asked me to do so. Enjoy, and pull those covers up tightly tonight . . .

A.F.

I grew up in a haunted house. It was old, built in early 1900s. We found old tin pictures of the house during construction. My sister and I used to hear a little kid crying for us in the middle of the night. Our dog would growl with every hair standing up while staring at our stairs. My grandparents lived on a farm and my papaw had a stroke. While he was in rehab, my grandmother stayed with us. One morning at breakfast, my grandma asked my dad why he had been so dressed up the night before. Confused, he said that he went to bed when she did and hadn’t been up. To this day, she tells of a man wearing a suit and top hat that visited her that night and kissed her softly on the forehead and told her to sleep well. Fast forward about 20 years, my parents were selling their house and moving. My sister and I had our old high school friends over for one last slumber party. We were playing games and taking pictures on our cell phones. My sister started freaking out because she took a picture of me in our rocking chair. Looking at the picture, I was sitting on a tall mans lap and he was wearing a suit and a top hat. We ALL saw the picture that night. We uploaded it to a 1 hour photo place and eventually fell asleep. We woke the next morning and the picture was just of me. No man. We rushed to town to pick up the printed photos and EVERY picture we took that night was blank. My mom would be reading and the touch lamp would turn on and off continuously. She would finally say “pick one, you’re making me dizzy and I’m trying to read” and every time it would stay on!!! After I had my daughter, every picture we took of her in that house she was surrounded by orbs. We lived there about 25 years, so obviously they were kind spirits.

And one more freaky thing that happened. My grandpa passed when I was a junior. I still visit his grave; he was my best friend. When my oldest daughter was about 3 and my youngest 1 they were with me.  My oldest, in a tiny voice said, “Sissy, look at all those beautiful people dancing. They look happy and pretty in white.” We were the only people in that cemetery.

C.M.

I was 11 yrs old and living in Cedarville at the time. 1977 was the year. I’d been told of a friend of mines house being haunted. One day I went home with him after school as I had many times before. We walked to his house. As we walked onto the porch the phone was ringing. We walked in (door was unlocked as always) and the ringing stopped as Randy walked towards the wall phone in the kitchen. We then heard a thump upstairs and he started calling out for his mom who wasn’t there, which wasn’t unusual. We both walked up the stairs (the only stairs in house) into his mom’s room where the only other phone was in the house. The phone was laying on the floor off the hook. This was way before cell or even cordless phones. Anyone who knows about these type of phones knows with one receiver off the hook the phone rang busy and was impossible for the phone to be ringing when we got there. We’d heard the thump, which had to be the phone hitting the floor. Randy was an only child and nobody else besides his mother lived there. There was no other way besides the stairs (that were in full view of us} to leave the 2nd floor, just an attic hatch in the upstairs hall that couldn’t be reached without a chair or ladder. Needless to say we both ran after realizing what had happened. I never went back inside that house, ever. I played in the yard but never walked in.

M.J.

I remarried 10 years ago, the same year that my mother passed away from a car accident. My husband and I were setting on the front porch the day before the wedding (we already lived together), and we heard my youngest son yelling inside the house and another running through the house. Thinking the boys were just carrying on like boys do, we just shrugged it off. That night I woke to go to the bathroom, and as I stepped out into the hallway I froze. I saw a figure at the other end of the hall. I stood there a couple minutes and it just disappeared. Flash forward a few days. We are sitting at home talking, and I proceeded to tell them about what I saw that night when I woke up. My husband says the hair on his arms stood up, because that very same night he awoke at about 3am and saw a figure standing at the end of our bed. My son then chimed in and said, “Didn’t you hear Logan yelling that day in the house?” I said “Yeah, but I just figured you guys were goofing off.” Adam proceeded to tell me that Logan had been lying in our bedroom and started yelling, so he ran down the hall to check on him. When he got to our room Logan was under the blanket, scared, because he’d seen a figure at the bedroom door and it wouldn’t let him out. I am a believer in paranormal, but also believe many things can be debunked. But this many things happening all within the same 24 hrs to different people within the same house who never spoke of any of it until days later was just too much for me to write off as coincidence. I’ve always believed it was my mother coming to see me on the eve of my wedding, and my husband believed it was his mother who passed away when he was 9 years old.

R.S.

I’m kind of surprised how many people are willing to share there ghost experiences. The ghost I saw used to live in the house next to J.H. I immediately recognized who it was, R.G. (a familiar figure around town who’d passed away). He’d always worn a wide brimmed hat and always carried a basket on his arm and that’s exactly the way he looked, totally unchanged. It was real as real can be. He walked into the bedroom, was about five feet from me, looked at me, turned and walked out. I then heard the back door along with the storm door open and close.

T.T.

There was a picture hanging above the piano in my house growing up in Idaho Falls of a young boy and girl holding hands on the front porch of an older house. Black and white photo. One day I was passing through the living room and glanced at the photo and rather than the kids sitting on the porch there was a portrait of an elderly woman with gray curly hair to the shoulders, staring at me. It was just a glance and by the time I looked back the picture was as normal, just the boy and girl. It was really weird. I still remember her face vividly. Still not sure what to think about it but I’m sure my mind was just playing tricks on me. Fun fact though – we purchased the home and moved in after an elderly widow died in the home.

M.W.

The house we lived in when I was a baby was located where the hospital parking lot in my town is now. They would often find me out of my crib and asleep on the hallway floor. Neither of my older brothers were big enough at the time to get me out and do it. They said there would be times that a man would walk into their closet at night, take his hat off, place it across his chest and just stand there. Dad said he finally told him he was scaring his family and it was time for him to go. He placed the family Bible on a shelf in the closet and the guy never returned.

The house I grew up in had a lady that we all saw several times. She would be seen walking up the stairs or just appear then be gone. My brother Bill swore she hit him and knocked him down the stairs one evening. On another occasion we were in the dining room playing a board game and one of my oldest brother’s friend was sitting beside me. We both looked up at the same time to see her looking at us. Without even looking toward the stairs my brother said “You just saw her didn’t you.” That guy didn’t come back in the house for a week.

Several years later after mom and dad had divorced, my youngest brother found a locket with a lady’s picture it and gave it to mom. When her then boyfriend opened it he threw it across the room and said “that’s her.” Mom asked who and he said the woman that lives in this house. We didn’t know that he’d ever seen her.

J.I.

I have seen some unexplained things in the past but won’t say for sure I have seen a ghost. My son on the other hand came out of his bedroom one night when we lived on near Bourneville and said that he was worried about the black guy holding a gun that was standing out side of his bedroom door (his bedroom was the last door on the left just for reference). Naturally I got up to see what he was talking about. No black guy. He told me I probably wouldn’t see him but he was there every night. Commence the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. The more I asked about him the more intrigued I got. He was 4-5 at the time and told me the guy was there every night for as long as he could remember. He only showed up when it was dark and would be gone if he got up in the night. He told me that he was always holding a gun and it was like he was watching over him or guarding him. Maybe even like an old man or something. I don’t know how he got the old man thing since by “black man”, he meant like a silhouette. Small back story, I had to “install” a switch in my son’s room that would turn on a “forcefield” to not let the monsters and bad things into the house. He told me that he had even tried to flip the switch a couple times in the beginning to see if it would make the guy go away, but it did not. He said he was never afraid of the guy because he seemed like he was there to help or protect him. When he would happen to mention him again I would go check and see if I could see what he was seeing, like a shadow or something. Nothing. I even laid in bed one time with him and waited a while, at one point he said the creepiest words I have ever heard – “There he is”. Holy shit man, there wasn’t a damn thing in that hallway, not even a shadow. I have only one conclusion for this story and that it was my grandpa looking over him. Never the less it’s a creepy, yet interesting, story.

J.B.

I have seen what’s called (after researching a bit) ectoplasm just weeks after my wife’s sister passed from a car accident. Later that morning my wife saw it also. I told her I saw something earlier that morning when I was up for work and she guessed a ghost. Two different areas of the house at two different times of the morning. Neither of us saw it again.

M.K.

I have only told my mom and dad this story but I had a dream one night that I was at my Grandma’s funeral. The only people I recognized were my mom and dad and a couple other people but I knew it was a funeral for my grandma. She’s fallen in the bathtub and she was losing her memory every day up until the end. Anyway, to finish the story I woke up and walked out into the living room and my mom and dad were both out there and they asked me why I was up. I told them I had a weird dream that Grandma died and I was at her funeral. They told me that they’d been called and told that she’d died about 15 minutes before I walked into the room.

Here’s another one. I went to Mansfield Reformatory for a private ghost hunt. There were only 40 or so people there instead of the usual 100 or so they get during a regular ghost hunt. Before it started we took a tour of the place and as it started to get later in the day, the overall mood of the place changed. It was like the energy flipped. We walked through the old part of the building where the old wardens and their families stayed and a couple of the rooms were used for the movie Shawshank Redemption. We moved to a big hallway and I was leaning against the doorway that led down to another part of the wing. As the woman was explaining about the history I heard the sound of what I can describe as somebody who is starting to cook/bake and is searching for pots and pans. I can distinctly hear pots and pans being shuffled around. Strange thing is, with a couple people around me, they didnt hear it. About a minute later I hear it again and its louder than the first time. I turn around and look behind me to see if it was maybe a staff member still walking around before they shut the doors for the night but there’s nobody there. But, a woman who was leaning in the same place I was and on the opposite side of the doorway leans over and asks “Did you hear that?” I told her yes and I asked her what she heard and she told me that she heard metal like pots and pans being moved around. I told her I heard the same thing and when we asked others in front of us if they heard it, they all said no. Now here is the creepy part. The guide takes us down the hallway to where the noises we heard came from. She goes on to explain that there used to be a kitchen where the warden’s wife would cook and bake cakes for his friends and family. The kicker is, there were no pots and pans there in that room. It was completely empty.

J.N.

In the old farm house where I was raised there definitely was a spirit in the upstairs. I was the only one who could feel it, the hair on my neck would raise up and I couldn’t breathe. I could never slept up there. Supposedly the people who built the original house kept their special needs son up there.

W.H.

My husband and I have both sited a man walking hurriedly, swinging his arms, dark brown hair, and he just suddenly disappears. Also a customer that I knew from where I work stopped one day and told me about seeing him just above us on the road. So there are 3 of us who has seen him, I have seen him twice, my husband once and not at the same time. Also about 3 months ago my husband was awakened in the middle of the night by a little girl singing in our dining room. He went to investigate but when he rounded a corner the singing stopped. Many years ago I was visited by a young spirit when I was upstairs cleaning. I just raised up from vacuuming and there she was, studying me. Dark shoulder length hair, noticeable blue eyes, dressed in blue. Then she disappeared. I later told an older friend of mine about it as she grew up here. By my description she thought it was her younger sister who passed from Bright’s disease here in the house. We are not afraid, nothing has been threatening.

So far.

 

M.J.

My brother in law died suddenly on 1/7/1995. He was 46. On 1/21/95, I woke up in the morning and got up to go to the restroom and as I turned the corner there he stood. He looked alive and smelled like patchouli, the type of incense he used to burn. I asked him why he was there and he said my sister (his wife) would not talk to him. I said Rob, you passed away! He looked at me like I was crazy. Then my damn phone rang and he just kind of popped out. I was disturbed because he was trying to contact my sister and he didn’t know he was dead. I went to a tarot cars reader and she said we need to get him to the light because he is stuck. The dark side wants him because he was such a spiritual good guy. She told me to use a special oil that was made for his star sign, Libra, pour it on top of white candles and tell him to go to the light over and over. Then tell him my sister didn’t know he was trying to contact her, that she and his daughter love him and he now can go. We did that, and that very evening and we took three of his little cast iron airplanes he collected and pointed them to the candle. That was at 10pm. At 5:00 am my sister called me screaming and crying that the planes moved past the candle. He had gone to the light and used the planes to let us know. My sister told me she kept feeling him touching her shoulder and she was scared. She never felt that again.

K.W.

I prefer to call it an angel. It wasn’t the worst of my wrecks but in college, 1996, I was driving to school and ran off the side of the road slightly, overcompensated and went off the opposite side of the road. I ended up rolling my car about three times and landed on the side of my car off the side of the road in a swampy, muddy area. It was over a bank so one couldn’t directly see me and my car from the road. It was before the days of cell phones in every car so I didn’t have one.

I remember everything very vividly, rolling and seeing the car crunch around me, putting my hands up to hold myself off the top of the car, and once I stopped, panicking that I couldn’t get out and thinking no one would see me and I’d be stuck in there. I was kicking and pushing the door in an attempt to get out but it wouldn’t open because it was pushing into the mud and the car was slightly still with the driver’s side down.

I then noticed a lady walking down from the road area. She had a long dress on and glasses, I think. I simply remember thinking that I hated she was going to get her dress all messed up. I yelled to her so she would know I was stuck in there and couldn’t get out. I remember I could just fit my hand out of the top of the door because that was the farthest that it would open.

She didn’t say a word that I remember, she just walked down to me and very simply moved the door. I remember thinking for a split second that it seemed unusually easy for her to open after I had been struggling and kicking to move it.

The next thing I remember I was standing on the road. At this time a car had pulled over and had one of those “bag cell phones” and offered to call the ambulance and asked who I needed to call. I called my daddy. BF came on the squad from Waverly, I think, and several people stopped in what seems like a few quick seconds before my dad arrived from Richmond Dale. The fire squad had arrived by then and a EMT kindly offered to get anything out of my car that I may have needed before they towed my car.

I told him I desperately needed a school project that was due that had been on my front passenger seat.
He went back and forth several times, getting pieces and parts, reports, poster boards, until he got everything. He brought the last thing up to me on the road and handed it to me. He was covered head to toe in thick, wet mud from the swamp my car was sitting in the middle of.

He looked at me confused and asked how I had managed to get out of there without any mud on me?
It was the first time it dawned on me. I looked down at my completely clean clothes, even down to my shoes that didn’t have even a small speck on mud on them.

At that time my dad asked how I got out of the car. I just replied that a woman in a long dress had helped me out. He asked me to identify her from the people at the scene and she was nowhere to be found . . .

A.J.

My brother and I lived in an old house that was built in 1929. We were about 5 or 6 years old, maybe 6 and 7. Mom and Dad were downstairs watching TV in the living room. Aside from us four, our baby sister was sleeping in the nursery. I was in the lower bunk, my brother in the top, and by sitting up on your back you could see out into the hallway. If you entered the hallway from our bedroom, immediately to your right was the doorway to the bathroom. My brother and I were both looking out into the hallway when we saw a black, hunched over being pass in front of our room and into the restroom. Facial figures or arms and legs weren’t visible. It was just black. We were both a little freaked out, but thought it might have been our mom. We were old enough to not instantly think otherworldly. Not wanting to confirm it was our mom by entering the bathroom, we went downstairs and into the living room. That was almost freakier as both Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch downstairs. They obviously checked out the bathroom but found nothing. My brother and I can still describe the image the same way to this day. It was also in this same house that our dog had the horror movie classic scene of barking over my sister’s crib one afternoon. My mom rushed into the room to check and grab the baby as the dog continued to look at the ceiling above the baby’s crib. I am not making any of this up. I am a very logical person, but that house was haunted and there were obvious signs of spirits/ghosts.

R.N.

As a kid we lived in in a house on Mountain Street in Bainbridge, Ohio. I guess at some point in time a fellow named Clyde Beatty had lived there. I learned later he’d been a world famous animal trainer. The house was built over a small graveyard. We had gotten this information from a fella named CD so we found it to be credible. But anyway needless to say there were numerous times seeing ghosts in that house. And not to mention a number of strange things that have happened during the time we lived there as well.

K.W.

Ghost is such a relative term to me. I’ve seen such strange things- more like undeniable coincidences. Other times I write it off to active imagination. I just lost my Dad on a Thursday morning. I was sitting on Cleveland Avenue while getting a message that Mom and Mil were watching over me (both also passed away).That exact moment a white hearse coasts by my car with its blinkers on, but no procession. A few seconds later an identical white hearse passed by. Gave me the willies. I have tons of stories like that.

P.P.

I have seen some things I can’t explain. I saw a perfect shadow of a person walking towards my car once. There was no one around or a near enough light source to create a shadow. Plus, as it walked through the shadow of my car, it didn’t disappear or become harder to see. It was unsettling to say the least.

K.C. 

I was staying with my Great Grandma and was staying in the room my uncle had died in 15+ years before. I got an overwhelming familiar smell, turned over to see a very large white blur in the corner and it looked just like my uncle.

R.S. 

When I first saw one I tried to rationalize what I was seeing, I thought it was my imagination. But the dog I had at the time confirmed it was real. The dog, who always slept on the floor on my side of the bed, was what woke me. She was scared, really scared. Then she crawled under the bed, which she never did. After the ghostly figure left she came out from under the bed but remained restless as I did as well, the rest of the night.

B.K.

I know I’ve seen an Orb. When I was little we were staying at Grandma’s and sometime in the night I noticed something floating up the stairway and hover over the foot of the bed. When I focused on it, it went real fast back down the stairway. It reminded me of one of those large size soap bubbles.

Another time I was on night watch at school overnight so seniors wouldn’t prank. At around 2am I made my rounds through the school to check on things. Since it was graduation weekend all the chairs were set up in the gym and on the stage. The lights were on in the gym and on the stage . I decided to go up on the stage and I entered from the right side entry. As I walked onto the stage I saw a figure that appeared to be walking across the stage. It took three steps toward the podium then vanished. It was wearing what appeared to be a light blue or blue blazer. When I told this story to others, I was told that I saw the ghost of Jigger, out former principal who had passed away years earlier. I was told he wore a blue blazer.

A.H.

Oh buddy you’re going to love this. It was one of my boyfriend’s and mine first few nights in our apartment and it was pretty late at night. He was fast asleep next to me and I was struggling to fall asleep. So it finally happened. I sleep really weird. I have to sleep with a pillow over my ears because it’s like a comfort thing? So anyway, I’m asleep and it’s like something decided to wake me up (at least I thought I was awake). It was almost like a blur, but someone was crouched down in front of me just staring at me. I then fell back asleep. It was almost like I acknowledged what was happening but was way too tired to care. Some time goes by and I’m in a new sleeping position and my eyes are closed but I am full on having a conversation in my head with this Victorian women. She was telling me how she hated what we did with the place “aka the apartment” and was mad at me. I just kept tossing and turning thinking I’m losing my mind. I finally fell asleep and told my boyfriend all about it the next morning. Needless to say we ended up using sage on the apartment and I’ve only had like one more weird experience after that but so far we’re still in the clear. So, yes I believe in ghosts.

M.P.

I had a terrible time dealing with my granddad’s death and could not get through a day without crying. One night I was dreaming about him and I woke up feeling such a chill in the room and something touched my foot. I heard him saying “It’s okay Sissy” at the same time I saw him at the foot of my bed. I stopped crying after that night. I still tear up when I think about him but I don’t cry like I used to. He was my hero. I would love to sit and talk with him again.

S.G.

I live in a old farm house, built in 1903. It has pretty stairs and servant stairs. I was cleaning in the front upstairs and heard with out a doubt footsteps coming up the stairs. I was skeptical, but nobody but me was home. Another time I kept hearing a girl’s voice saying “Mommy.” My daughter’s room was upstairs, but I couldn’t figure out why she’d be saying it. Mind you this is a big house, she coulda called or texted, so I hurriedly go to her room and she’s sitting on her bed on the laptop, headphones in and doing homework. She looked as surprised as I did. It wasn’t her. I later found out by talking to a gentleman that lived here in the 50’s that his young sister passed away in this house.

Another time I came home to find that my sweet sweet dogs had gotten into a whole bag of flour and my entire kitchen looked as if it has snowed. I’ll send a pic of one of their flour covered faces. Anyway, I had a little tantrum, threatened them with the pound and such, then the light in the kitchen went out. It’s a ceiling fan, you have to pull the string to turn it off. I calmed down, then the light came back on. I pulled the string a few times and it worked just fine. I’ve also felt cold spots and seen blurs. I’ve had things come up missing, like stuff you just don’t lose.

S.H.

When I was in high school an old friend of mine and I drove out to Elizabeth’s grave (a famous local haunted spot) to smoke some pot. It was in the middle of the summer and hotter than hell. We had all the windows down. Middle of the day. About half way thru, we heard a couple of men talking and could hear their footsteps close by in the gravel. We both freaked and started the car the leave so we wouldn’t be caught. Looked all around, and there was no one. Not a soul in sight. We both doubted what we had heard and thought maybe we were imagining it, but that would be impossible to hear the same thing at the same time. We split. Now, I’ve never had any kind of pot cause hallucinations before, so it was either real or some really good pot. Have never been back since.

C.W.

When we lived outside of Hillsboro my was 4-5 years old and he could never sleep in his room. He kept saying there were people in his room and they wouldn’t quit talking and let him sleep. After 3 years of this we moved back home to Bainbridge and found out after some research that we’d been living on an indian burial ground. It was the most eerie thing, hearing your child speak this way at such a young age.
So those are the stories I’ve received so far. If you have anything to add message me and I’ll update! Sleep well my friends . . .

Oh for the love of God this is all we need right now, a Man-Fish swimming around in China. And if there’s one there’s more, kids. That’s just science. What’s next? Pig-Faced Chimpanzees? Horse-Faced Gerbils? The mind reels, man. If I was swimming and that Koi-Beast rolled up beside me I’d die on the spot. Holy Hell that’s horrifying.

PS- Don’t tell me those are just markings on that fish. That’s a damn demon face and you know it.

PPS- China’s been on a roll lately, amirite? Must be the a nuclear plant leak or something over there.

NASA’s InSight Lander has recorded the first ever ‘Mars Quake’ back in April. Roughly six months later, NASA recorded more ‘peculiar sounds’ on the distant planet.

In an Oct. 1 blog post, NASA said that the lander’s seismometer, known as the Seismic Experiment for Interior Structure (SEIS), is able to pick up subtle noises, including a breeze, as well as more Mars quakes.

It [Mars quake] had a surprisingly high-frequency seismic signal compared to what the science team has heard since then,” NASA wrote in the post. “Out of more than 100 events detected to date, about 21 are strongly considered to be quakes. The remainder could be quakes as well, but the science team hasn’t ruled out other causes.”

First, listen to the audio/video. My comments are below.

So the science team hasn’t ruled out “other causes?” First off, let me begin by saying this:  BAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Are you serious NASA? Those sounds are dinks caused by friction? Wind gusts? Suuuuure they are. I’m telling you right now, if those sounds aren’t aliens screwing around with the Mars InSight Lander I’m Marvin the Martian from Bugs Bunny. Hell, I’m pretty sure they were sending us a message in Morse Code at one point, then followed it up with an alien groaning into the mic just to shove it in our faces. Bottom line we’re going to be invaded and ultimately eaten by aliens. End of story. Thank you and goodnight.

Marvin.

Do you believe in signs? As in those times when it seemed that someone, somewhere was trying to tell you something? I didn’t for most of my life. However, over the last several years things have happened that made me change my mind. What follows are six experiences I or my close friends have had where things pretty much defied explanation.

Back in 1996 I lost my best friend and brother-in-law Jigger. Jigger was a great guy, loved by many, and was involved in education his entire professional career as a teacher, guidance counselor and finally a principal. After his death several strange things happened that caused me to pause and wonder what was happening. One of these instances occurred at his funeral, which was held in his hometown of Bainbridge, Ohio. The casket had been lowered into the ground and we were listening to the preacher give a final prayer. Just after he said the word, “amen” the 3:00 pm dismissal bell rang at the elementary school behind the cemetery. We all just sort of looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

Coincidence? Probably.

But other things can’t be attributed to pure chance. For instance, a couple days after Jigger’s death my sister received some checks he’d ordered in the mail weeks prior. The problem was that the checks had her name on them, not his. That one was a little harder to explain.

In 1999 I lost another good friend, this time it was Tim. Tim is the only person who I ever felt appreciated the Beatles as much as I did. We’d talk for hours about them, arguing about song lyrics or album covers, the relevance of certain songs, who was the most talented Beatle. I was always a Lennon guy, he leaned towards McCartney. We used to argue about which was the greatest Beatles album. He always said it was Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and I always argued for Abbey Road.  We could never come to an agreement on that one, debating for hours on end over which was the greatest album.

On the day of Tim’s funeral, after the burial I went down to my basement where I had a bar, my library, and my music collection. I made a drink, sat down on my couch and laid my head back, just trying to unwind after a trying day. When I finally looked up, though, something caught me eye. A CD had fallen from among the hundreds from on my shelves and was on the floor, right in the open, where it had inexplicably landed right in the middle of the room.

The album was Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. 

It seems that Tim had gotten the last word.

A couple years ago I lost Andy, another lifelong friend. He lived in Florida, and after his death myself and another mutual friend Tom made the drive down to Florida for his memorial. On the way home we were talking about Andy and a song the three of us used to sing to each other. One of us casually mentioned that it would be just like Andy to cause that song to pop up on the radio. You know, as a sign. Soon after that Tom saw a blown semi-truck tire on the road and said aloud, “You know, I see those blown tires all the time but I’ve never, ever seen it happen in person.” Next thing you know we were passing an 18-wheeler and BOOM, that very thing happened, not 5-feet from us. It seemed like Andy had chosen another way to give us a sign.

Last June my sister Karen passed away pretty suddenly. After her burial I went to a local bar to meet some friends who knew I needed them. It’s a small place, it was early, and I was the first person there. The bartender asked if I wanted some music, I said yes, and she went over to play some tunes.

The first song she played? The Long and Winding Road by The Beatles, one of my big sister’s favorite songs. I asked the bartender why she chose it and she said, “I don’t know. It just came to me.” 

You know, I’m pretty sure it didn’t “just come to her.” I mean, what are the odds?

This last story involves my sister as well. A couple that was very close to Sis, Shelley and Joey, were at the beach on their summer vacation the day of my sister’s memorial. The memorial was to begin at 2:00 pm, and as they sat on the beach talking and thinking about her they decided to have her favorite drink, a Rum & Coke, in my sister’s honor. Neither had any money on them and they wanted to have the drinks at precisely 2:00, so Joey got up to run back to their room to grab some cash to buy the drinks at a nearby Tiki Bar. Then, just as Joey stood, he looked down in the surf. There, floating right up to him, was a $10 bill.

That $10 was exactly what they needed for the drinks.

They just looked at it, then each other, and knew it was a sign.

And these six aren’t the only things that have happened. I have a few other incidents that gave me pause as well and caused me to wonder if there was something other than coincidence was going on, something bigger than all of us.

The Universe? God?

What to you all think about this? Have you been given any signs?

It’s called “The Incident at Dyatlov Pass.” Here’s what went down . . .

On January 28th, 1959, 10-students and graduates of the Ural State Technical University embarked on a hike into Russia’s Ural Mountains. They were all experienced mountaineers, and they expected to reach their destination by February 12th.

One of the hikers, Yury Yudin, got sick early in the trip and had to stay behind. Turns out he was the group’s only survivor as well as one lucky flu victim.

So the group of 9-hikers heads into the woods and never came out. It’s sad, but it’s also one of the risks of wandering in the wilderness, right? The thing is, when they didn’t arrive at the expected time, the search-and-rescue team that was dispatched to find them discovered a terrifying and unexplainable scene that remains a mystery to this day.

First of all, the tent that the nine had shared had apparently been cut open from the inside and was full of the party’s food, warm clothing, and other essentials. The team then discovered five of the missing hikers about a mile from their tent. Two were discovered beside the remains of a campfire, and their hands were severely burned. The other three were discovered fairly close together of about 100-feet away, apparently attempting to return to their destroyed tent.

And get this – all five were found in various states of undress. Some were barefoot, others were wearing only their socks. One of the men, Rustem Slobodin, had a small fracture in his skull, but it was ruled that he had died from exposure, not injury.

The remaining four hikers were found approximately 3-months later. But instead of clarifying the situation, their bodies only made the story weirder. Some of the hikers were wearing clothes that belonged to hikers left at the campfire, indicating that they had scavenged those bodies in order to stay warm in the -30° weather, but all four apparently tumbled into a ravine and died there. These hikers had all suffered chest injuries that doctors compared to a car crash, and another was found to be missing her tongue.

Weird, right? But it gets weirder.

The hikers’ clothing was all strongly radioactive, and other than their severe injuries, there were no obvious signs of struggle or the presence of any other living thing in the area. One of the hikers, Semyon Zolotaryov, had apparently taken the time to grab his camera before fleeing the tent but left his clothing behind. What the hell had he hoped to photograph? And speaking of cameras, another member of the party, Yuri Krivonischenko, had taken a blurry picture of something weird and glowing before the incident.

Oh, and one more thing – the place they all died translates to “Mountain of the Dead.”

Gulp.

So, what could have killed the hikers? In short, nobody knows. There are a few theories that keep coming up, though. One is that they were attacked by someone or something in the woods, but there’s just one problem – the search teams found nine sets of footprints in the snow, one for each of the victims but no others. None made by humans, animals, Yetis, aliens, or otherwise.

So maybe it wasn’t an outsider? Maybe something happened between the hikers that caused them to turn on each other, or caused one to become extremely violent. Except there’s not really any great evidence of that, either. The diaries of the hikers found back in the tent didn’t indicate any kind of rising tension, nor did anyone who knew these nine believe they would have allowed their emotions to interfere in a survival situation. Some nearby residents reported seeing orange lights in the sky, leading some people to theorize UFOs had to be involved, and other slightly more rational minds suggested that they had been the accidental victims of some sort of Soviet weapons test. At least that would explain the radiation I guess? It would also explain why the official Russian investigation into the incident closed almost as quickly as it opened – investigators were satisfied to list “a compelling natural force” as the cause of death, and the region around the area where the incident occurred was closed for 3-years afterwards.

By the way, what exactly is “a compelling natural force”?

Oh, and about that aforementioned Yeti/Sasquatch/Bigfoot, you say? On one of the dead hikers cameras they found a mysterious photo of a man (or something). In any case it has a surreal look to it. Check it out:

Yikes. Fu-reaky.

It’s known as Photo 17, and it was the last photo taken on Nikolai Thibeaux-Brignolle’s camera. Is it human, or something else? Could it be a member of the group coming back from somewhere? Maybe somebody else with sinister intentions? Nobody knows, but damn that’s a weird looking photograph.

So, the questions remain:

  • What frightened the hikers so much that they raced barefoot and half-naked into freezing windy temperatures?
  • What caused the traumatic injuries that doctors compared to those gotten from a car crash?
  • What caused the traces of radiation on the hiker’s clothing?

Anyway, it’s an enduring mystery and one that fascinates the bejesus out of me. Sure, you can find people on the worldwide interweb that claim to explain everything, but they an all go straight to hell because that’s no fun. Bottom line, they ultimately explain nothing.

PS- If you’re as interested in this as I am here’s a bonus, and also chilling, video for y’all. It includes some of the theories I talked about above, as well as some others.

 

The events of November 22nd, 1963 have been well documented, and theories as to what actually happened the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated have been vast and varied since the day it all went down. I’ve read them all because I’ve been fascinated by the assassination since it happened. I also came to the conclusion years ago that assassin Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. Was he prodded by somebody, some group working in the shadows? Possibly. Still, I think he was the man who pulled the trigger that fateful day.

However, there’s something regarding that day in Dallas that has always intrigued me, and that is this – who was the Babushka Lady?

You see, after the assassination a film surfaced, one taken by a man named Abraham Zapruder. His film would come to be known as simply “The Zapruder Film”, and it captured the assassination in all its unimaginable horror. You can view it by clicking here, but it’s not for the faint of heart.

Anyway, there was one person that showed up repeatedly in the Zapruder Film and other photographs taken that day. This person was the Babushka Lady, named for her Russian scarf, called a babushka. She appeared to be filming the president, and her actions after the assassination were unusual to say the least.

There are several remarkable things about the Babushka Lady, the most amazing being that since that day she has never been found. With all the power of the United States government looking for her, as well as hundreds if not thousands of private investigators, she has never been located. Nobody knows who she was. There have been a few women claiming to be her, but all were proven to be frauds.

How in the hell is that possible?

Secondly, after witnessing the President of the United States getting his head blown off probably 30-feet in front of her, she basically showed no reaction at all. While everyone else was diving for cover, the Babushka Lady remained amazingly calm. Below are photos of her during the assassination, followed by a short video about her. Incredible, fascinating stuff. To this day we wonder . . .

Who was the Babushka Lady?

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In 1969 a 15-year old boy named Robert Rayford was admitted to the hospital in Missouri with sores, weight loss and shortness of breath. As time progressed he got worse as doctors were powerless to treat him. He eventually died of pneumonia, but remembering his case doctors ran tests on tissue samples they’d saved. They found that Robert had Aids 10-years before the first official case had been reported. He had never received a blood transfusion and had never left the country. His case remains a mystery.

Here’s the dilly. Mandarin Ducks are native to East Asia and they don’t migrate anywhere close to New York City, yet this little bro is cruising around Central Park like he owns the place. Because of this birders everywhere are losing their gourds. How did he get there? Was he someone’s pet? Is he lost? Was he heading for Changchun and got caught up in a strong westerly headwind? Did he escape from the Tang Pavilion Restaurant over on 55th? The mystery deepens.

PS- Damn that’s a beautiful duck. Just regal like you read about. Too bad Trump has already ordered that it be deported.

PPS- Or would that be an easterly headwind? Could go either way I guess?

PPPS- Seriously, Central Park instead of some little pond in New Jersey? What are the odds?

PPPS- You know some bro from up in Queens is going to come forward and say, “Hey, that’s Hank! I brought him home from my trip to Taipei!” New Yorkers, man.

UPDATE: He has a tag on his leg. Stay tuned.

The Aliens Are Warning Us

Posted: September 12, 2018 in Humor, Mystery, Science, Space, The Unknown

The Sun: Artificial intelligence searching for alien life in the universe has discovered dozens of previously unknown radio bursts. The Breakthrough Listen program found 72 new fast radio bursts – mysterious space signals – coming from a galaxy 3-billion light years away. 

Scientists have named the source of these newly discovered signals, way outside the Milky Way galaxy, as “repeater” FRB 121102. FRBs are single, bright pulses of radio emission from extremely distant galaxies which last just milliseconds.

But FRB 121102 is the only one ever recorded to emit repeated bursts.

The source of FRBs are still a mystery and the nature of the object emitting them is still unknown. The theories range from highly magnetized neutron stars and super-massive black holes to signs of an advanced civilization.

Son of a bitch. Here we go again. More proof that aliens are out there, just shooting FRBs at us like you read about in all those Science Fiction books as a kid. And don’t tell me 3-billion light years is too far away to be a threat to Earth. Who knows what kind of spaceships those aliens possess? Hell, they may be so advanced they just snap their fingers (if they have any) and transport themselves wherever the hell they want like Captain Kirk and Spock. And these FRBs may be a warning, telling us the army of planet Nugoohoo will be arriving shortly to enslave us all and send Trump to Uranus. Terrifying really.

PS- Scientists continue to be the worst at naming stuff. FRB 121102? Really? Why not Hank or Sally or something? Scientists are not creative, man.

PPS- Seriously, if an alien civilization were that advanced don’t you think they’d just decipher our language and shoot us a text? Maybe create a Facebook account or something? Up your game, aliens.

Listen, I’m the last guy who should be poking fun at somebody’s head lettuce. But man, politics aside, WHAT THE HELL US HAPPENING WITH TRUMP’S HAIR? I mean, seriously? Is he bald save for a small patch that he just grows out to comb over everything else? I honestly can’t figure it out. It’s a mystery inside a paradox under a puzzle. Trump, man. He’s never boring.

Writing for a website is weird. Sometimes you write something that you think is really good only to find out that people have zero interest in it. Other times you sort of throw something out there that you think isn’t worth much and people love it. The story I wrote called Regarding Beach Midgets is one of those blogs.

You know how the Pink Floyd album Dark Side of the Moon stayed on the charts for 741 weeks from 1973 to 1988? That’s sort of like what Regarding Beach Midgets is to Shoe: Untied and I know not why. Just take a look over there to the left of this page under the “Trending” heading. That shows what story on Shoe: Untied is getting the most attention or views at any particular time. More often than that, Regarding Beach Midgets will be on that list, and I first wrote it in the summer of 2014.

Again, it’s weird to me because it’s just a short little anecdote about something that happened on the beach at Oak Island many, many years ago. I wrote it while I was sitting in a cottage there and it took about 20-minutes to type it up and publish it. Still, for whatever reason, it struck a nerve. Strange.

Anyway, for those of you who haven’t read it, here ’tis –  my own little Dark Side of the Moon:

Regarding Beach Midgets

 

 

 

You’ve all heard of the 1980s movie Gremlins, right? What you may not know is that the little creatures in the movie were based upon allegedly real entities which, during the World War II and even before, plagued pilots with all manner of mischief and outright vandalism. In the skies of WWII crews of various aircrafts from all sides described seeing essentially the same thing –  bizarre impish beasts that were there with the sole intent of causing enough problems to bring down airplanes from the sky.

One of the first mentions of the creatures can be traced back to the early 1900s in a British newspaper called the Spectator:

The old Royal Naval Air Service in 1917 and the newly constituted Royal Air Force in 1918 appear to have detected the existence of a horde of mysterious and malicious sprites whose whole purpose in life was to bring about as many as possible of the inexplicable mishaps which, in those days as now, trouble an airman’s life.

Yikes. That’s wild stuff. The legend of the gremlins really took off in 1923 when a British pilot crashed his plane into the sea and later reported that the accident had been caused by tiny creatures which had followed him aboard his plane, created havoc, sabotaged the engine, messed around with the flight controls, and ultimately caused the plane to crash.

That story spread, and it wasn’t long before other British pilots began to complain of being harassed by similar miniature troll-like creatures with a mastery of technology and machinery which caused engine failures, electrical malfunctions, communications shutdowns, bad landings, freak accidents, and pretty much anything else that could possibly ever go wrong with an aircraft.

Gremlins were also said to engage in such a bunch of bad behavior like sucking the gas out of tanks through hoses, jamming radio frequencies, screwing up landing gear, blowing dust or sand into fuel pipes or sensitive electrical equipment, cutting wires, removing bolts or screws, tinkering with dials, knobs or switches, jostling controls, slashing wings or tires, poking or pinching gunners or pilots, banging incessantly on the fuselage, breaking windows, and a wide variety of other crazy acts.

They were also reported to be seen sitting out upon the nose of the plane or the wings of aircraft in midflight tampering with the wings or even the engines. On occasion the gremlins were said to shout, giggle, whisper, growl, or otherwise make noise so as to distract aircraft crews. Bottom line, by the end of the 1920s almost anyone who flew a plane had claimed to have seen the little beasts.

One of the most famous alleged gremlin accounts from this period was made by none other than Charles Lindbergh as he was taking his historic nonstop solo flight over the Atlantic from New York to Paris in May of 1927. In the 9th hour of his flight Lindbergh reported that he suddenly found himself surrounded by several strange looking beings in his cockpit, and they spoke to him and demonstrated incredibly complex knowledge of navigation and flight equipment. In this case, however, rather than cause mischief, Lindbergh said that the gremlins actually kept him alert and reassured him that he would remain safe on his journey.

Lindbergh kept this experience to himself for years until the account was finally published in his 1953 book The Spirit of St. Louis.

What did Gremlins look like, you ask? Well, actually the little monsters in the Gremlin movie were based on their description. They were said to look animalistic, with hairy bodies, large, pointed ears, deep red or even glowing eyes, and horns. Other reports spoke of gremlins as having hairless grey skin, being sort of reptilian in appearance, and having enormous mouths filled with pointy teeth. Some were even described as having bat-like wings. Holy moly.

One common trait in all reports is that through whatever means, gremlins were known to be able to adhere to the outer fuselage of planes and to withstand incredible temperature extremes, high altitudes, and violent winds.

Gremlins seemed to reach their peak during World War II when reports reached an all-time high. In fact, during the Battle of Britain gremlin reports were so prevalent that the British Air Ministry acknowledged the problem and even made serious attempts to investigate the phenomenon.

Hell, the Ministry even went as far as to have a service manual written up by a gloriously named “Gremlorist,” Percy Prune, which included the creatures’ exploits, how to placate or distract them, and various ways to avoid accidents due to their presence. You cannot make this stuff up, folks.

It wasn’t just the British who saw the little pranksters, either. German pilots saw them, Americans too, and the only common denominator was that they were almost always seen over European soil or water. Strange but true.

One of the stories told by an American pilot is a rather chilling one. He said he looked outside to his right and saw a freakish “entity” outside of the plane’s window and latched onto the plane. He described a creature that was about 3-feet tall with abnormally long arms, grey hairless skin, deep red eyes, a gaping mouth full of teeth, and pointed ears with tufts of black hair at the ends like “owl ears.” He said it was just staring in at him from beyond the glass. When the terrified pilot looked to the nose of the aircraft he was astonished to see yet another one of the creatures apparently dancing about out there and pounding away haphazardly at the fuselage. He said that the strange creatures appeared to be laughing maniacally, and that they gleefully cavorted about outside of his plane pulling on whatever they could get their clawed hands on, banging on the aircraft with all of their might, obviously trying their best to bring the plane down.

Good God almighty.

Crazy stuff, man. So what are gremlins? A figment of a bunch of pilot’s imaginations? What were all of these people seeing or experiencing? It’s been pointed out that the lack of adequate pressurization of aircraft back in those days may have led to hallucinations, but why would so any people have basically the same hallucination? Some have said that gremlins may have been an excuse for human error, with pilots blaming accidents on these creatures. “Captain, I was doing one helluva job flying my plane until those damn gremlins made me crash.” Seriously?

To this day nobody knows for certain, but one thing is undeniable – to thousands of pilots who flew back in the early 1920s up through to the end of World War II, gremlins were real.

So, next time you’re flying somewhere and feel a little turbulence or bouncing of the plane, or maybe you hear a strange noise outside, take a gander out the window. You just might see a gremlin peering back at you.

PS: You know the old Twilight Zone episode where the monster is on the wing? It was inspired by gremlins. A couple pics above were taken from the 80s remake of that episode.

PPS: Disney even had a book about gremlins. That’s cray-cray.

 

Science Now: The origins of the Himalayan yeti myth have been revealed at last — thanks to science. Big furry animals, larger than humans and capable of walking on two legs do indeed roam the highest mountains on Earth, according to a study published Tuesday in Proceedings of the Royal Society B, a biological sciences journal.

But they’re not yetis. They’re bears.

After analyzing the DNA of nine purported yeti specimens, scientists found that five of the preserved “yetis” were in fact Tibetan brown bears, two were Himalayan brown bears, and one — a relic which looked like a fossilized hand — originally belonged to an Asian black bear.

The ninth specimen — part of a tooth belonging to a stuffed yeti in the collection at the Reinhold Messner Mountain Museum, turned out to be from a dog.

Man, this has got to be a historic letdown of epic proportions for the mythical folklore crowd, amirite? All those stories we’ve heard for years about hairy man-beasts roaming the Himalayas and terrorizing the countryside, only to find out they’re damn bears. And a dog. Bad day for ape-like entities I guess?

What’s next, we find out the Sasquatch is really a damn Irish Wolfhound? Good God.

PS- I’m not sure I’m buying it. This Proceedings of the Royal Society B sounds shady as hell.

 

 

 

Remember that big story yesterday where we found out the US government has been investigating UFOs for years? Well, now we have some actual, real video of a goddamn UFO. Did you read what I just wrote? We have video of an alien spacecraft. Watch the video for yourself, man. That spaceship flies off like a damn bumblebee at the end. What the hell moves like that? An alien craft, that’s what. Seriously, the pilots witnessing this are just dumbstruck. I’ll tell you something else, folks – being able to fly like that means they have the technology to travel at the speed of light. Which means they can bend time. Which means they are probably bending time in space so they can’t be seen. Which means we are beyond screwed and we’re all gonna die soon because we would totally lose an intergalactic war. Hey, I’ve seen movies. Those alien transformer freaks don’t mess around. Meanwhile we’re still trying to put a person on Mars while these ETs are cruising from universe to universe like it ain’t no thang. It’s all over but the dying.

PS- The chances of us being alone are as infinitesimally small as the universe in exponentially big. That’s just science.

PPS- No way I’m getting captured either. Nobody’s probing me, man.

NY Times — In the $600-billion annual Defense Department budgets, the $22-million spent on the Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program was almost impossible to find, which was exactly how the Pentagon wanted it.

For years, the program investigated reports of unidentified flying objects, according to Defense Department officials, interviews with program participants and records obtained by The New York Times. It was run by a military intelligence official, Luis Elizondo, on the fifth floor of the Pentagon’s C Ring, deep within the building’s maze.

The Defense Department has never before acknowledged the existence of the program. 

“Hmmm. Is it aliun or alien?”

Well, well, well. For years our government has denied that UFOs exist, yet all the while operating the Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program deep within the bowels of the Pentagon. Guys just investigating aliens like you read about. And you just know they’ve found something and aren’t telling us. I guarantee they have photos of alien craft or maybe even have knowledge of aliens among us. Then again, I think they have to brief the president on this stuff, right? If so that really clouds the issue because you just know that upon hearing anything cool Trump would tweet about it within minutes. No way he could keep that knowledge to himself. Trump, man. Shoots out tweets like a 5th grader, except with poorer grammar.

PS- I’m sure you read my acclaimed blog titled Aliens Among Us. In it I laid out my theory that they’re here and living with us. We all know a couple. With that in mind, here are my top 5 possibilities of aliens living among us:

  1. Oprah. Of course Oprah’s an alien, except when they made her up to look like a humanoid they made her head too damn big, a dead giveaway. Clearly not human.
  2. Ryan Seacrest. You know how I’m certain he’s an alien? It’s those

    Seacrest, man.

    staring, soulless eyes. Chills, man.

  3. Tom Cruise. Come on man. He’s a Scientologist. They believe that a galactic being named Xenu brought billions of people from a “Galactic Confederacy” to earth in spaceships shaped like jet airplanes. Xenu then stacked the people around volcanoes and blew them up with hydrogen bombs. The people didn’t die though, they became spirits that have caused harm to humans for 75-million years now. Dead serious. Look it up. Anywho, alien. Duh.
  4. Steve Buscemi. Obvious choice, amirite? Please. Dude has eyes that bore right through you. And I’m pretty sure a young apprentice alien was in charge of his mouth. Just a poor effort there.
  5. Christopher Walken. Ever notice how he really tries to talk normally but struggles putting sentences together? Yeah, me too. And once again, the eyes give it away. Not only is Walken obviously an alien, he may actually be their leader. It’s definitely him or a former administrator at the school where I taught. Anyway, Walken? No brainer there.

You guys know how all these wild conspiracy theories interest me. JFK, the supposed death of Paul McCartney, hell, I even posted about cartoons and the movie Back to the Future predicting 9/11. And have I mentioned that Stevie Wonder may not be blind? Anywho, this stuff make compelling reading even if you’re 99% certain it isn’t true.

Still, there’s that 1%. That’s what makes it all fascinating.

Anyway, what you’re about to read and see may be the wildest, most outlandish theory of all – Elvis Presley was an extra in Home Alone.

Because of course he was.

There is a scene midway through the film, where Catherine O’Hara’s character is bartering with an airline employee over a ticket counter in a Scranton Airport. A bearded man in a sports coat and turtleneck hovers over her left shoulder, occasionally expressing his impatience with his body language. This man, many believe, is played by none other than The King himself. Let’s take a gander . . .

Huh. Well, Elvis grew a beard for the movie Charro back in the 60’s. Let us compare:

Damn, that is a close resemblance. But oh, there’s more.

Well, now I’m all shook up. Say no more. I’m convinced. I know suspicious minds won’t concur, but Elvis was in the movie Home Alone 13-years after his alleged “death.” Come on Elvis. Don’t be cruel. It’s now or never. It’s time for your big comeback.

Have a blue Christmas everybody!

PS- If you know that actor’s name please don’t tell me. Let me keep on believin’.

 

People Magazine: Mugsy the dog still lives in Severna Park, Md. Given the eerie events claimed by his owners, it’s surprising that Mugsy lives anywhere at all. On Oct. 27, they say, the 4-year-old Jack Russell terrier went to that cold, dread place that Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King have written about—and he has lived to wag the tail.

Mugsy’s brush with the beyond began about 3 P.M., when he was hit by a car outside Viola Tiszl’s house, where her boyfriend, Glenn Maloney, was taking care of their two children. “I picked Mugsy up,” says Maloney, 30, a restaurant worker, “but he died in my arms.”

Maloney told the children—Megan, 5, and Kevin, 3—to stay in the house. He carried the body to a corner of the wooded lot, dug a hole he estimates was three feet deep and buried him. “I know a dead dog when I see one,” says Maloney. “This one was real dead. He was not breathing. He had no heartbeat.”

Later that evening, after Viola got home from her job at a cable TV company, they took the children—including Raymond, 8, Viola’s son by her ex-husband—to view the grave. Megan said a prayer. They planned to put a wooden cross on the spot next morning. At 5:30 A.M., 14 hours after Mugsy’s interment, Glenn and Viola were awakened by scratching at the door. Glenn went to the door. “I couldn’t believe it,” he says. What he saw was the not-so-late Mugsy, with his “little tail wagging at 90 mph.”

“Mugsy was covered with dirt,” says Viola, 27, “and his eyes were bloodshot.” Incredibly, he seemed quite chipper otherwise. For a few days after the night of the living dog, Zeus, Viola’s German shepherd, gave Mugsy a wide berth. As for Mugsy himself, he is back chasing squirrels, digging for moles and eating the brains of small children who wander into his yard.

OK, I made that last part about brains up. Not gonna lie.

Anyway, wow. Just wow. That’s some Stephen King shit right there. I believe I’d have kept a close eye on old Mugsy for a couple days. Zeus the German Shepherd knew what was up. He sensed there might a little zombie action going on. “Kept a wide berth” indeed.

And hey, that Glenn Maloney sure has some nerve, right? “I know a dead dog when I see one.” Uh, Glen? No, you don’t. You don’t know a dead dog when you see one. You know, because that wasn’t a dead dog you saw. Bottom line, dogs? Don’t fall asleep around Glen. You might wake up buried 3-feet deep in the corner of a wooded lot.

And is anyone surprised the dog that came back to life was a Jack Russell? Little dudes are badass. My Sparky has whipped a coyote and brought a Doberman to its knees once. Being buried alive is like a walk in the park to those guys.

PS – What are the odds Glenn Maloney resented Mugsy’s awesomeness and used the accident as an excuse to get rid of him? If so, the dude had no idea who he was dealing with. Jacks, man. Takes more than being buried alive to kill them. Tough as nails.

I’ve been interested in this stuff for years but have only recently started to actually read seriously about it. I’m sure you’re all somewhat familiar with it, because it’s been a popular subject in comics, TV shows and movies. We’ve all seen or read about people who stumbled upon a “portal” that they walk through and enter another space and time, right? Or “Chronicles of Narnia” anyone? My personal favorite is the book by H.G. Wells called “Men Like Gods”, complete with a multiverse theory and a paratime machine. Cool, especially for 1923. Anyway, the examples are endless.

But first, let’s get to an official definition of the Many Worlds Theory:

The many-worlds interpretation is an interpretation of quantum mechanics that asserts the objective reality of the universal wavefunction and denies the actuality of wavefunction collapse. Many-worlds implies that all possible alternate histories and futures are real, each representing an actual “world” or “universe”. 

Basically, this is saying that there is a very large, perhaps even infinite, number of universes, not just ours, and we could be in those other universes as well. It also says that everything that could possibly have happened in our past, but did not, has occurred in the past of some other universe or universes we lived in.

Man, that’s just crazy to think about. Parallel universes.

Think about it. Before this theory, reality had always been viewed as a single unfolding history. The Many Worlds Theory, however, views reality as a many-branched tree, where every possible outcome is realized.

For example, say an object’s wave function is both a particle and a wave. When a physicist measures the particle, there are two possible outcomes: It will either be measured as a particle or a wave. When a physicist measures the object, the universe splits into two distinct universes to accommodate each of the possible outcomes.

OK, I’m getting a headache. Forget all the wave and particle stuff, just understand that for everything that happens there are different outcomes, shooting out in different directions, to several universes. Or you could put it this way – we live in an infinite web of alternate timelines, but we can only see the one we exist in. Or maybe we can, but I’ll get to that shortly. So actually, if this is true, we live in a multiverse — where timelines are constantly branching off and creating distinct and coherent worlds, each experienced by a different version of you.

Stick with me while I give you one simple example. Let’s say that yesterday you left your house to go to work. A dog cuts in front of you but you swerve, miss him, and continue on your way. In another universe though, you hit him and kill him but go on your way. However, the dog’s owner is devastated, his life is changed forever and so on. In yet another timeline you miss the dog but hit an oncoming car head on and die. Not sure why I’m sing such morbid examples because they don’t have to be. Wait, I can’t stop there. In another universe you pull over, save the dog because it was a stray and he lives with you happily ever after. Whew. That’s better.

Now, imagine every example I just gave, every single act branching out in different directions like that. There could be countless versions of you out there. If the theory is true, then there must be an infinite number of versions of you out there, each of them experiencing the world as individuals separate from and oblivious to each other.  One may have died at birth, one may be living as a billionaire in New York. Maybe you turned into a mass murderer in another universe. Don’t laugh, remember that kid you hated in high school and wanted to murder? In one world, maybe you did. The possibilities are literally endless, because if this is true you have literally done and/or will do everything you could ever have conceive of doing. Mind boggled.

And think about what other kinds of worlds might exist in another universe. Maybe somebody invented time travel or cured cancer years ago. Maybe a war destroyed the planet and it had to start over. Again, endless possibilities.

Let me throw this out there. What about ghosts? Do we sometimes somehow get a glimpse of an alternate universe? Hey, the chair you’re sitting in right now could be in the middle of an insane asylum or a witches coven, literally anything. That noise you heard last night a couple rooms away? Don’t ask. Anyway, next time you think you saw something out of the corner of your eye only to turn and look but it was gone, don’t be alarmed. Perhaps you did.

But oh, there’s more that has crossed my twisted mind. We’ve all had feelings of deja vu, right? That sense that we’ve done something or been somewhere before, even though we know we haven’t? Maybe we have, it was just one of those many other versions of you. Maybe we sometimes have a sort of connection, or resonance, with the other universes that causes this phenomenon.

Look, I can’t begin to explain the scientific basis for the theory. I’ve read about it and sort of get it, but eventually all the wave function collapse and quantum gravity talk hurts my brain. All I know for sure is that it fascinates the bejesus out of me.

Oh, and one more thing. Do you know who devised the original Many Worlds Theory and Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics? A man named Hugh Everett III, who died in 1982. Like many ahead of  his time, he passed before his theory began to be taken seriously. But here’s my favorite part – Hugh Everett III was the father of Mark Oliver Everett, leader of one of my favorite bands, The Eels. True story.

Now that’s mind-boggling.

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We have explored less than 5% of the world’s oceans.

 

I know I post a lot of this stuff but Sweet Mother of God there are some horrific creatures lurking under the surface of the ocean. And listen, don’t give me crap like, “Oh, that’s just a rotting whale” or something. I know a sea monster when I see one, damn it.

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It’s true, man. Sort of. Listen up . . .tut

Although it’s been nearly 94-years since some dude named Howard Carter discovered the tomb of Tutankhamun on February 23rd, 1923, we’re still learning wild stuff about the Egyptian boy king. Get this – Tut’s knife that Carter first described in 1925 is made of a meteorite.

Using X-ray Fluorescence Spectrometry,which I use all the time by the way, a team of scientists found the dagger’s blade had the chemical signature of something that came from space. The nickel was a big giveaway, Space.com says. Whereas typical iron ore contains about 4% nickel, it was more like 11% percent in this weapon. Cobalt traces also backed up this idea, because of course it did.

The scientists say ancient Egyptians probably placed great value on these meteoric objects, because, you know, they came from outer space and stuff.

If you want to see the space dagger, take a road trip over to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo where it’s on display.

PS: Admit it. You thought I meant King Tut had an actual alien space knife, didn’t you? Ha-ha! Burn. Still fascinating though, amirite? 

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Roman Fedortsov is a deep sea fisherman who resides in Russia. He’s been taking photos of SWEET MOTHER OF GOD WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS?

Seriously, I ran across these photos on the Moscow Times website (seriously, I read the Moscow Times online and it’s damn good) and they’re apparently real. This dude is reportedly based in Murmansk, which is a real place in Russia and not another planet where Hell has opened up and set demons free to roam the land and the seas.

As you peruse these adorable photos, please remember that we as humans have explored just 5% of the world’s oceans. Chills, man. I don’t know the official names of these atrocities so I’ll make some up on my own. Enjoy, and happy swimming!

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Basic Poisonous Ocean Spider. This is a baby.

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Here we have the Aborted Ocean Piglet, the Bug-Eyed Snot Eel and his cousin the Bug-Eyed Turd Eel.

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The rare Laser-Eyed Blackfish from Hell.

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A run-of-the-mill Giant-Eyed Saw-Toothed Demon Lizard.

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The Loch Ness Million-Toothed Monster.

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I’m sorry but that’s no fish. That’s an alien. Jeebus.

On a related note . . .

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