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This happened in late November, 1946. My step father and I were
climbing up a wooded, curving hiking trail on the Virgina side of the
Cumberland Mountains, returning from an overnight visit, back to our home
in Kentucky. There was a freshly fallen, light snow of perhaps two or
three inches on the ground, so that we could see small animal and bird
tracks plainly. At a turn in the trail we saw an animal the size of an
adult groudhog (woodchuck) on an old dead log, not more than fifteen or
twenty feet away. On such rural treks as this one, we always carried a
gun of some kind, on the off-chance of bagging a rabbit or a squirrel or
two, for the kitchen pot. At the time, I had a single-shot Stevens
'Favorite'.22 rifle, and of course we paused so I could shoot. At that
distance I could easily have hit a coke bottle cap, but when I went to
look across the log to get my prize, there was nothing there! I called my
step father, and we made a thorough search: there was no sign of blood,
nor were there any tracks anywhere in the snow--except for some song-bird
tracks, here and there. I must state that I have little interest in the
paranormal, preferring to have faith in some logical explanation or other.
But the day was perfectly clear; we were neither tired, nor sleepy, and so
I have to write this one off as 'unexplained.' It is the only such
experience I have ever had, and I'm glad I had a witness! Paul L. Kidd Muskegon, MI USA - Monday, April 04, 2005 at 21:38:02 (PDT) |
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I was alone in my residential hotel room at the time. I felt like having a smoke, which I roll. I rolled the smoke just like I always have done, no doubt thousands of times before. Anyone who rolls tobacco, or any other similar substance, knows that one has to spread the stuff evenly over the 'vee' that the paper makes. I suppose it is not absolutely necessary to look at the tobacco to roll a cigarette but I was not trying to perform some kind of feat...I simply wanted a smoke. I lit the smoke and it burned oddly for second ...then went out. That was a little odd so I examined the cigarette and noticed that the butt end...the end that I was trying to drag on..was white. I was thinking, no big deal but, "Wonder how that got in there?" I started pulling on the cotton woolley stuff expecting it to pop right out...but no...it kept coming out, and coming out, and coming out. I finally broke the paper open...and the whole cigarette was rolled out of the cotton wooley stuff...no tobacco at all! I suppose someone reading this might imagine that, say...'A friend slipped this wad of stuff in my tobacco pouch' or that kind of thing. I swear, I remember taking TOBACCO that I took out of the pouch, and it was tobacco when I was rolling it and it was tobacco when I licked the paper and it was tobacco when i folded the paper over it to finish making the cigarette. I don't believe in that kind of thing, in fact I am what a lot of people would call a skeptic. I just wish that that tobacco had turned into diamonds or something worthwhile. ian taylor canada - Monday, March 28, 2005 at 16:22:54 (PST) |
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I was working on a printed circuit board in my office at home. I had made a mistake in designing it, so I needed to bend the leads of some surface-mount transistors to make them fit. Since they were small (SOT-23), one of them popped off the bench and went flying into the air onto the floor. A few minutes later, I sent another one air-mail onto the floor. At that point, I stopped and spent a great deal of time looking for them. Now, granted, my floor isn't the neatest, but I really searched and never found either of them. A couple of days later, I bent down to work with the laptop sitting on the floor under the workbench so I could do some testing. Next to it, in the center of a sheet of paper (actually the outside of a large brown clasp envelope), were the two transistors lined up together all by themselves like someone had found them and put them there for me to find. I also seem to remember that the envelope was under something else when I dropped the transistors. No one else in my family even knew that I dropped the things, and would not have been working around my bench anyway. Pete Koziar <RebbePete at the letters see ess dot com> Owings Mills, MD USA - Friday, March 18, 2005 at 09:50:51 (PST) |
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One day I bought some meat at the grocery. I don't remember what kind, but I know it needed to be cooked within a few days. I remember seeing it after I got home, so I know I didn't leave it at the checkout counter. A couple days later, I wanted to cook it, but it was not in the refrigerator. I then checked my cabinets, my car, and around the apartment, but I still couldn't find it. I expected to find it in a couple days in some weird place after it started to rot (ewwww). A week went by, but it didn't turn up. Later I pieced together what I think happened. I had bought the same kind of meat the week before, but had forgotten to cook it. I remembered throwing it out after I got home with the new meat. But I had already thrown the old meat out a couple days before. I had actually thrown out the fresh meat by mistake. No paranormal or psychic explanations needed. What's my point? Many of the dissappearing/reappearing object stories, as strange as they seem, can be explained with very ordinary explanations. You drop an object, and it rolls or bounces far from where you dropped it. Later, you stumble upon it or even unwittingly kick it to where you dropped it. Another explanation is absent-mindedness. A lot of the time we function on "auto-pilot". We might pick something up and move it without even thinking about it and have no memory of it later. Someone else could move the object and not remember it, so even if we couldn't have moved it, and everyone else says they didn't, it could have still have been moved. Also, our brains tend to filter out ordinary or familiar objects. You can look right at them and not "see" them, because your brain decides they're not interesting. This would be especially true of precious things because we see or handle them frequently. This can even happen when you are conciously searching for something. Then, later, you snap out of it and it "reappears". To see this phenomenon in action, try rearranging the artwork on your walls. You will notice them more for a while after they have been moved, because you're not used to seeing them in their new location. I'm not saying this to discourage people from posting
reports or to put this site down--I LOVE this site! I'm just trying to
inject some healthy skepticism into the minds of people who read the
reports. Having said this, I've read a few reports here that are nearly
impossible to explain. Keep up the good work, Bill. OH USA - Saturday, February 19, 2005 at 11:17:41 (PST) |
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One of my very good friends had a "missing object" experience. Although he solved the mystery in the end, it still deserves being told.
My friend, Horst, works as an airbrush artist and was working on some
project one day, when his rubber eraser slipped out of his fingers and
fell to the floor. He looked around but it was not lying on the floor. He
the searched the whole room, which is quite large getting more and more
frustrated that he couldn't find the eraser. He went back to his work desk
and purposely dropped a number of erasers to see how far they would jump
away from the table. None of them went very far and all could be easily
found. But the first one remained missing. He checked and double checked
everything and even started looking in very unlikely places. Having spent
so much time on this now got him almost obsessed with finding the missing
eraser. He turned out the light and got out his UV-light. The other
erasers lit up very nicely lying on the desk, but still he couldn't see
the missing one. Finally he got down on his knees and THERE - inside one
of the rectangular shaped "tubes" that his work desk is made out of - in
there lay the eraser. This however didn't reduce the mystery. The inner
dimensions of the tube match the outer dimensions of the eraser exactly -
and the eraser was about 2 inches inside the tube! I have seen the eraser
sitting in there and seen how there is absolutely no gap between the
eraser and the tube. He has spent a lot of time since then trying to
figure out the chances of this happening. Whenever he gets the chance to
talk about it, he will go on and on about angles and vectors of force. He
has made drawing and sketches and has tried again and again to duplicate
the event - with no luck at all. Sometimes I think he would have been
better off if the eraser had just disappeared all togehter. The
unlikeliness of the factual evidence disturbs him more than the
unlikeliness of a mysterious dissapearance would have, I think. Anyway
this was not really a "missing object" story - but it still makes me think
twice when I hear someone say that something is impossible. Copenhagen, Denmark - Wednesday, February 16, 2005 at 15:06:14 (PST) |
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WOW! I just experienced a
"disappearing object" event, BIG TIME, with
no sensible explanations and no questionable memories to provide excuses.
This is the first time I've had an object vanish almost right before my
eyes.
I was stirring a tall paper cup of coffee with a wooden stir-stick while slowly pouring in cocoa powder. I was holding the very tip of the stick so I could use it to scrape the bottom and dislodge any powder. I lost hold of the stick and it slipped under the surface. (These particular cups are so tall that a stir-stick can get lost, it always happens.) But then the end of the stick didn't float back up again. Hmmm, mysterious. Did the wood get saturated that fast, and sink? Must have. So I grabbed a second wooden stir-stick and swept it around to feel for the lost one. Nothing there. Hmmm, maybe it remains diagonal and won't lift up? Or... it must have broken in half, and the two halves were deep in the coffee? But they should be floating. I stuck my finger into the coffee to check temperature, and it was too hot to continue, but I swept my finger around quickly and didn't feel the stick. Then I wondered... is this one of those "vanishing object" events? If so, then ooooo! This one could be scary, since the stick ***MUST*** still be in the coffee. If it's gone, then I'm going to scream. I was stirring my coffee and the stick went under, so it HAS to be in there. As is typical in these things, my emotional state could be significant: while stirring, I was fuming about the situation between my ex-wife and teenage daughter... and right then I DROPPED the stick. Vanishing-object reports often involve emotional distractions and DROPPED or tossed objects. OK, now I freeze; stop and examine my latest memories. I was looking right at the coffee and watching the rotating cocoa powder on the surface... the stick really went under as I watched. Yes, I really lost hold of the stick, and it has to be submerged in the cup, no question. And there really are two sticks involved: I really grabbed a second stick after the first one sank (and the top half of that second stick is dry: it never was submerged.) No question at all about the time sequence. But the missing stick didn't float back up again. What should I do next? Pour off the coffee! Check whether there's two stick-halves down under it. So I carefully went across the room and got my ceramic coffee mug, dumped it's contents (two dry teabags and yet another wooden stir-stick) into the trash can near the microwave, and then sloooooowly poured off the hot coffee into the mug. And... no stir-stick pieces pour out. No wooden fragments under the coffee in the paper cup. I carefully drink the coffee in the ceramic mug, then slowly pour the rest of the paper cup into the mug. I empty it totally. I look for tiny framents. I even feel around inside the paper cup... in case my brain is somehow editing out the image of the stick. Nothing. Holy. Effin. Crap. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now my hands are shaking and I have to type up the story quickly, before I 'edit history,' or perhaps convince myself that it didn't really happen. Later addition: a friend mentioned that I should keep the cup. I thought I still had it, but no, it was in the main trash can. The trash can had a new plastic bag with nothing else in it (the cleaning staff changes these every morning before anyone else arrives.) In the can was the paper coffee cup (upside down,) along with the plastic lid... and underneath were THREE STIR-STICKS. One stick was clean white wood and was covered with lint (I'd found it on my desk and discarded it while looking for the vanished stick.) One was light brown; it was probably the second one from my coffee. And one was... totally dark brown, as if it'd been totally immersed in coffee much longer than the other. Oh kayyyyy, did my vanished stick... reappear?!!! But first, did anyone else in the office discard a dark brown stir-stick? Nope, the two other people had no tea that morning (and neither of them drinks coffee.) Two of the stir-sticks had the unmistakable dark stain of coffee. Both were dry (since an hour had passed,) so I couldn't tell if both were used that morning. But but... supposing that my original stick had earlier winked out of existence, wouldn't it return in the same place, and be found near the microwave oven? How could it reappear in the trash with the cup? It's as if the stick had been in the cup all the time, even when I emptied the cup and let it dry out, and even after checking the cup several times and sweeping my finger around inside out of paranoia. The only thing I DIDN'T do was to show off the (empty) interior of the paper cup to the other two people in the office. Maybe they would have seen the stir-stick that I could not see. Or feel. Weeks later: I buy the same type of coffee and repeat all the same events as the first time, but this time the stick doesn't vanish. This time the stick doesn't even submerge in the coffee. It's too buoyant, and it's very visible as it circle around as the coffee spins. These sticks almost submerge, but they always leave at lease 1cm (sometimes 2cm) of very visible wood protruding from the coffee.
PS: W. Beaty <billb a eskimo com> Seattle, wa USA - Thursday, January 27, 2005 at 11:59:20 (PST) |
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Something missing? I was cleaning house one day, and had cleaned off
all the tables, in order to dust and wax. I had placed a clean ashtray,
with my cigerettes next to it, on one table. My cigerette case, at that
time, was a bright red. When I decided to take a break from my house
cleaning, I set down in my chair, went to reach for my cig case, and could
not find it. I thought I might have dropped it, got down on all fours to
look, and found nothing. I then thought that I might have thown them in
the waste can, by mistake. I went though the garbage, and still no case.
Finnally giving up, went to the fringe, where I keep extras, took a new
pack out, and lit up. About 4 hours later, I went to set down in my
chair, and lo and behold, there on the table, next to the ashtray, was my
cigerette case. During this time, my husband came home, and helped me
look for the case, and he could not find it. Pat <patsylou a yahoo com> Lapeer, MI USA - Tuesday, October 26, 2004 at 17:00:06 (PDT) |
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For the Vanishing/Reappearing objects I've had in my house. Now I want
to take this time to tell everyone something...our house is built
somewhere on or near a fault-line. The fault-line is dormant (in-active)
and I don't know if all these things happening in our house has something
to do with it. I've had a few things become missing only to
reappear somewhere else. In my room I was listening to a cd (don't
remember which one). I had my headphones on and placed the cd case in the
middle of my pillow. I went to change the cd and turned back to my bed
only to see the cd case was gone. I searched everywhere in my room and
couldn't find it. Then my toe hit something under the bed and there on the
floor was my cd case...how it got there is beyond me. I would've known if
it dropped cause I would've heard it. I've had keys vanish and
reappear next to my purse when I swear I didn't see them there before.
I've had pens and shoes vanish and then reappear where they were before or
in another part of the house. Has anyone had this happen to them
before? Carrie |
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vacationing at home in Seattle with some of my old friends from high
school. We had decided to rent "Pool Hall Junkies" since I play pool all
the time. We also rented a second movie...some kung fu somethingerother.
We watched pool hall junkies, and enjoyed it, but when we took the DVD out
of the player, but the case for the DVD was just plain gone. We were in a
two bedroom apartment, but at no point during the night did anybody go
into either of the two bedrooms. There weren't even that many pieces of
furniniture. We spent three hours looking for the jewel case. We looked
EVERYWHERE, we even went so far as to disassemble the sofa and look inside
the framework. No dice. The bloody thing just plain vanished. Dave Hanson Fairfax, VA USA - Saturday, May 08, 2004 at 08:03:10 (PDT) |
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this experience is for the disappearing objects category. when i was
very young, not sure what age, i was playing in my living room with a
plastic ring that i had bought from a toy machine. i was in a small space
between a recliner and a desk. the ring was gold colored with a red
plastic jewel. at some point i lost the ring somewhere in that corner.
there were lots of things cluttered in the corner, and lots of places for
something that size to hide. i searched for hours, i looked under and in
everthing within a five foot radius. after years passed, furniture got
moved, clutter got cleaned, carpet got taken up, a new recliner was
brought in. any way, a decade or so after it had been lost, the ring
appeared on an empty space of floor in that corner. joe hawks <demon mind 137 a aol com> knoxville , tn USA - Tuesday, February 24, 2004 at 17:16:45 (PST) |
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At the first house we owned, we kept a number of seldom used kitchen
utensils in an upper cabinet, which was about 7 feet off the floor and
required a step stool to reach. One of these items was a large strainer
used for draining pasta or whatever in the sink. While helping to prepare
a Thanksgiving meal, I went to retrieve the strainer, which was always
kept right at the front of the cabinet. When I opened the cabinet door,
the strainer was gone. I began to empty out the cabinet, then continued my
search in the other cabinets, but nothing -- no strainer. I assumed one of
our kids had somehow climbed up and taken it, and put it out of my mind. 3
months later, I needed a package of coffee filters, and remembered seeing
them in the same cabinet where the strainer had been. I moved the
stepstool over to the cabinet, stepped up and opened the door, and there
in plain sight at the front of the cabinet was the missing strainer, as if
it had never been moved! I thought this very odd, but continued on my
search for the coffee filters, but now they were nowhere to be found. No
one in the house had any idea where they could be, no one knew how the
strainer returned, and the coffee filters were never found again. There
were other disappearances in this house, including books, articles of
clothing, tools, and other small items, none of which ever came back like
the strainer. We moved a few years after these incidents. Sometimes I
wonder if the new owner suddenly discovered some new possessions? Greg <gjannen a zapestry com> Chicago, IL USA - Monday, October 20, 2003 at 23:23:05 (PDT) |
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One afternoon my girlfriend comes out of the bathroom and ask me if I
knew where all the clean towels went? I told her that there were quite a
few of them 20 minutes ago, they can't all be gone... Well they were all
gone. Not only the clean ones, but every single towel was gone. We both
searched the entire house. There wasn't a towel any where to be found. We
joked about the entity of the house playing tricks and finaly gave up
looking. About 2 hrs later I went to use the bathroom and saw the towels
exactly as they had been before they disapeared. I asked Wendy if she had
found the towels? No... It was if they all just vanished for a while, and
then reapeared exactly where they had been. Lynn Lebanon, OR USA - Monday, October 20, 2003 at 00:27:22 (PDT) |
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Hello everybody. I live in a small attic flat far removed from the
hubbub of the streets below but I have experienced quite a number of
"strange phenomena" while living there. I used to wear my Father's gold
wrist-watch which he had left to me when he died in 1975. My Mother gave
it to me and told me that Dad had said he wanted me to wear it. I wore it
for years but always took it off at night and placed it on the bed-side
table beside the alarm clock. One morning I awoke to find that the watch
was not there. My first thought was that my cat Ramba might be
responsable (always blame the cat first!) but I thought this hardly
likely. Search as I might, I could not find the watch anywhere in the
small, snug dwelling. I was sorry the watch had gone and was puzzled, to
say the least, but nevertheless dismissed it from my mind. About two
years after its disappearance my Mother came from England to visit me.
On the morning she was due to arrive I awoke and there was the watch,
lying as if nothing had ever happened to it, on my bedside table. Of
course I was much surprised indeed. Shortly after my Mother's arrival she
told me about how excited she was and how she had enjoyed the flight from
England via JAL (or a well-known Japanese airline if you prefer) and how
the flight attendant had presented her with a beautiful pair of Japanese
paper slippers for her in-flight comfort. Of course, my Mother kept the
slippers and showed them to me and wore them for the rest of that evening
in my place. The next morning I got up before her to prepare the
breakfast and heard Mum call fom the bedroom, "Terry, have you got my
slippers?" Well, to keep the story short, I said of course not and poor
Ramba was again suspect number one. Mum said she had taken the slippers
off and placed them beside the bed the night before as one might expect.
That was in 1986 or thereabouts and since then the slippers have not
re-appeared. However, Mum died in 1997 and about two years afterwards I
was in the kitchen and had taken off my Father's watch (the same one as
before) and laid it on the work-top just beside me in order to wash my
hands. I dried my hands and turned to take up the watch again only to
discover that it had again vanished. This time there was no cat to blame
as Ramba had died the year before. To this day, neither my Mother's
Japanese slippers nor my Father's watch has re-appeared though I still
live in hopes as a watch that can vanish twice could just as easily
reappear twice. There have been other strange occurrences in the place
where I still live but all that, is, as they, say, another story... I
wish you well. Terry |
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I've had three significant experiences with disappearing/reappearing
objects. 1) After washing my car, I went to wax it. I kept the car wax under the sink. It was a fluorescent green bottle with brilliant orange writing; not easy to miss. I couldn't find it. So I checked the garage. Nowhere to be found. Asked my wife to help, but no luck. I didn't wax the car that day, and never found that bottle. Every time I was in the garage, I always kept an eye out for it. It certainly wasn't under the sink, as that is easy to clean out and check. About a year later, I finally decided to buy some new car wax and after using it, put it under the sink. I opened the cupboard door, and there is my green and orange bottle of wax right in front. It's in plain view. How could it be missing for over a year? 2) I wanted to chop some firewood. So I went to get my axe from the garage. Although I always kept it in the same place, it wasn't there and I couldn't find it. Once again, I asked my wife to help but we couldn't find it anywhere. After a few weeks, we figured it was lost and bought a new one. After using my new axe, I went to put it away where I always kept the other one. And there is my old axe; leaning against the wall in plain sight. Right where I always kept it. 3) I keep an extra cell phone battery in my briefcase. One day, I went to change batteries and I couldn't find it. I emptied that briefcase but still couldn't find it. This was very annoying, but it was gone. About 4 months later, I opened my briefcase, and there is the extra battery laying on top of some papers. I can't explain any of these events, but we joke a lot about mischievous elves. But these events still give me the creeps. georges <starstuf a attbi com> Salem, OR USA - Monday, June 02, 2003 at 23:27:22 (PDT) |
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This happened a few years ago when I was working in the lab of a local
chemical factory. We used an X-Ray spectrometer to measure the level of
additives in polyethylene. We made small discs of the material and placed
them in the instrument. One day, I placed a disc in the instrument,
performed the analysis, and when I opened the sample compartment to take
it back out, it was gone! Vanished into thin air! I repeated the test and
again the plastic disc disappeared. There was no way it could have fallen
into the machine because the sample compartment was an aluminum cup. After
that it never happened again. Robert Franklin USA - Friday, May 30, 2003 at 11:35:00 (PDT) |
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I was mopping the church hall way one morning and I looked in on my
sister spreading out some paper to cover the bulletin board for easter.
Out of the air a penny dropped on to the the paper with sound of a
definite thunk.
Being baptist, the sort of thing is frowned upon but it did happen and
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I submitted a report eariler today and realized that i had an even
better story. One day i was home by myself and my hackysack was in the
middle of my floor.(i have no pets). I got up tyo get a drink and came
back to notice that the hackysack was gone. I thought i was seeing things.
!5 minutes later i went to the bathroom and whenb i cam back my hacysack
was back in the same place where it dissapeared. What do u think
happened? Josh roberts <boymoose6 a myway com> groton, ct USA - Tuesday, May 13, 2003 at 10:45:57 (PDT) |
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In 1975, I placed a special order on a large, uncommon book
"Ferro-Cement Shipbuilding". 10 years later, that book was badly damaged
by rain, yet somewhat usable. In 1990, I was returning to my car after
visting a swap meet. As I was about to open the door, I noticed something
placed on the trunk lid of my Fiat. It was a nearly-new copy of
"Ferro-Cement Shipbuilding". Chas Robinson Los Angeles, CA USA - Wednesday, April 30, 2003 at 12:21:17 (PDT) |
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one time when i was out of weed and was searching my house for a small
roach or anything i could smoke,i became extremley desperate. i even
searched the floors with a light to find any little scraps of hash or weed
that always littered the floor. but after an hour or more of searching i
finally gave up.not finding a darn thing i left the living room and went
to my room. this is the strange part,i said out loud "god if you can hear
me and if you exist then show me prove it by helping me." and not thinking
anything about what i said i returned to the living room and there on the
floor where id searched with a fine tooth comb was a small peice of foil
from a smoke pack (gold) my smokes at that time were(siver) in the foil
was about 2 grams of fine hash.i will never forget that day,there is no
way i over looked it before,it was not there or i would have found it.it
was right in the middle of the floor.it refer to it as the day god got me
high. k mac <thehellion01 a yahoo com> cambridge, canada - Thursday, April 24, 2003 at 15:28:35 (PDT) |
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In 1990 I was living on the Venice Canals off Venice Beach,
California. I came out in the morning to find my car in the driveway had a
flat tire, the right rear tire. It was an old car, so I had a spare in the
trunk which was fully inflated. I opened the trunk, took out the jack and
the spare tire and leaned it against the side of the house behind me. The
driveway was narrow and fairly long. No one could have entered the
driveway without me seeing them. I put brinks under the tires,
quickly jacked up the car and removed the flat. I set the flat tire
againstg the buumper and turned to get the spare behind me. It
was gone. I was confused, thought I must have put it somewhere else. I
circled the car in the narrow driveway, checked under the car, checked in
the trunk. The tire wasn't anywhere in the driveway or in or under the
car. I thought it was vaguely possible that it had rolled into
the street somehow, even though the street was slightly uphill. I went
into the street and found nothing. Completely baffled, I looked all the
way across the street in the neighbor's yard, then up and down the street.
Nothing. Then I went back to the driveway and looked inside my
patio, even though I knew it was impossible for the tire to have jumped
over the gated fence. I was faced with two possibilities, as far
as I could see: 1) I was nuts and had forgotten where I'd put the tire,
even thouugh I remember exactly where I put it, namely right behind me. Or
2) The tire disappeared. You tell me. That's really the gist of
the mystery. But something amusing happened a little while later at a
party. There was this girl in a room doing psychic readings. I sat while
she tranced out and asked for personal questions. I asked, "What happened
to my spare tire?" The psychic said: "It was needed elsewhere." That's as
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object that actually disappeared... at least I don't think it did. Let me
explain. Back in the early 1970s, I lived in a big house in Ames, Iowa
with a number of friends. I had a motorcycle at the time and since Iowa
had a manditory helmet law, I had a helmet. One sunny afternoon, I decided
to go for a little ride. So I began looking for my helmet. I couldn't find
it. I searched the whole house, every room, even in the yard but could not
find my helmet. One friend came home. I asked him, "Have you seen my
helmet?" He hadn't but agreed to help me look. We both combed the house to
no avail. A second friend came home with the same results. The three of us
were standing in the dining room, theorizing that someone must have taken
the helmet. A fourth friend walked in and asked what was happening. We
told him the story of the missing helmet. He calmly walked two steps to
the dining room table, picked up my helmet which was sitting right there
in plain view and said, "You mean this?" The three of us who had searched
the house were flabbergasted. How could we have missed the painfully
obvious? By the way, we were not chemically altered at the time. It has
been 30 years since it happened yet I still remember the disquieting shock
I felt upon seeing that helmet sitting in plain view after searching for
it diligently yet unsuccessfully with two friends. So I guess the old
adage is true, if you want to hide something, put it in plain view. Then
again, maybe, just maybe, what we experienced was a rare case of temporary
invisibility. We'll never know. Paul S. Szymanski Eugene, OR USA - Monday, October 28, 2002 at 15:06:38 (PST) |
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When I started UNUSUAL PHENOMENA ARCHIVE I had a couple of vanishing
object stories of my own. I didn't expect it to become a whole separate
section of the site!
When living in Rochester NY after college I started buying the sunday
papers from several different cities so I could check out their employment
ads. One day in the Boston Globe I stumbled across and ad for the
director of the electronics department at the Museum of Science. Low pay,
engineering degree required. THE PERFECT JOB! I tore it out of the paper
with quivering hands. It was late at night at the moment, so I couldn't
call the phone number. Then it hit me: small important slips of paper
sometimes vanish. Well, THIS ONE wouldn't. I stuck it in a SF paperback
book so it was sticking out and visible. I placed the book in the center
of the kitchen table and backed slowly away. Next morning... it was
still there (sigh of relief.) I dressed for work and picked up the book.
Driving to work, waiting at a stop light I glanced at the book on the
passenger seat to make
sure the ad hadn't fallen out. It was still sticking out. I arrived at
work (Sykes Datatronics, around 1984,) looked over at the book... and the
ad was
no longer sticking out. Impossible. It had just been there ten minutes
ago. It COULDN'T be
gone. I flipped through the book, but that was just stupid, since the ad
could not have magically pushed itself down into the pages. Nope, no ad.
OK, so I locked all the car doors to prevent my opening them
accidentally,
then I spent 45 minutes cleaning every square inch of the whole car.
Nothing. No trace. I opened one door while watching for a slip of paper
to fall to the ground. Nothing. Nothing in any of the other doors.
Nothing under the front seats. I had to leave at lunch and drive to the
city news
stand and buy another Boston Sunday Globe. I did get that job, and I kept the little slip of newspaper around for years. At one point I was cleaning my desk at work and I took the ad home. It was kicking around the apartment for months, and I saw it and stuck it in a box of various small objects and toys. But the story continues.
When I moved to Seattle and was cleaning the apartment, I saw that
original ad mixed with various stuff. I stuck it in the box of toys.
When I was sorting stuff in Seattle... THERE WERE TWO ADS IN THAT BOX.
The long lost want-ad had reappeared. I have no idea when this happened,
since several times I had noticed the ad laying around in my stuff and I
would put it in a box where it wouldn't get lost. Apparently I had
noticed the ad laying around twice, and had put it in the box
twice. I even have vague memories of finding it stuck between the pages
of a paperback book, so it might have reappeared in its original spot.
Bill B <
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In the entry above, why was I initially paranoid about the want-ad
disappearing? This was because, as a
kid, I had once lost a spool of solder.
I was in high school at the time,
and was at home recovering from the chicken pox while working on a
Heathkit oscilloscope that was part of a home-study electronics course the
physics teacher had bought (I had volunteered to build the kit.) I built
several PCBs, and then I dropped the spool of solder. I don't remember
whether I heard it hit the floor, but when I leaned down to pick it up, it
was gone. My room was fairly clean at the time, so I got down on hands
and knees and looked around. There was no place it could hide. It was
just GONE. I spent about 15 minutes carefully looking at the floor from
all angles, but it did no good. I ended up digging through my tools to
find a little wad of solder from some old project.
Days later I came back
from school and there was the spool of solder, right next to the leg of my
desk chair. It wasn't there after being dropped, and it wasn't there for
several days... then it suddenly reappeared. Such things can't happen!
POSSIBLE THEORY
I wonder... maybe
human beings do have psychic abilities like the weird books claim!
Suppose that mental teleportation is a genuine phenomenon. In that case,
why can't all people do this? Maybe we can. Maybe it's a disused,
atrophied ability, as if we all possesed a third arm which was invisible.
This "extra arm" might still be controlled by our brains, but it only
moves
around during moments of panic, such as when we notice an object falling
off the table. During such an event our "teleportation" ability
flails out and,
rather than catching the falling object, instead it knocks it away somehow
(maybe pushing it ahead into a future time.) After coming up with this
idea, I realized that it was a re-invention: Larry Niven's 1976 science
fiction short story "The Long Arm of Gil Hamilton." Mr. Hamilton could
catch an accidentally falling object with his hand, yet his arm had
recently been amputated, so there was no hand there to do the catching.
This idea is also disturbingly like the one in Alfred Bester's "The Stars
My Destination," where the human teleportation ability ("jaunting") is
finally discovered. In the story a research chemist accidentally sets
himself on fire while others are there as witnesses, and then he teleports
across a room to appear next to the fire extinguisher. The witnesses
believed their own eyes and started a research program to harness the
effect. I even have a "jaunting" story myself, where during a college
summer job my hands were almost crushed while using an overhead crane to
unload several tons of steel flat stock from a flatbed truck. While
pushing it towards the warehouse, the load suddenly shifted with a loud
bang. I ended up several yards away from the load with no gloves on my
hands and no memory of having leaped backwards so many paces. My gloves
were trapped; crushed between two steel plates which I'd had my hands upon
while pushing. I couldn't imagine any way that I could have escaped
having my hands crushed. I had been pushing hard upon those particular
plates when the
load instantly "folded" into a smaller shape. And I had to walk several
paces back to the hanging load in order to inspect my trapped gloves.
That event always bugged me. Unfortunately there were no witnesses to tell
me what actually happened. Bill B <
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This happened alot
when i was younger... in my late teens especially. On numerous occasions
things would disappear (or I'd lose them) but somehow they came back to me
extremely quickly through bizarre sets of co-incidences, which could just
be that but judge for yourself(a few of many): 1)My house keys fell out of
my pocket when i was in a taxi in my hometown (a big place). The next fare
was a girl who worked at the same place as me and recognised the keys, and
told the taxi driver to go to my house. i had them back within 5 minutes
of getting out of the cab. 2)I left my school id card in a library book.
The next person to take out the book was a friend of my sister's. i got my
card back the day after returning the book to the library. 3)I left my
mobile phone on a table in a cafe at lunch time. The cafe owner who picked
it up happened to be my classmates sister, and recognised her sisters'(my
classmates') name and number when going through the phone numbers. I got
the phone back before dinner! etc etc these three incidents i remember
most clearly because they happened within two weeks of each other. twinkletwinkle <twinklex2 a hotmail com> Barcelona, Spain - Saturday, February 09, 2002 at 11:40:42 (PST) |
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years ogo when i was about 11, my dad had hidden my mums wedding ring as a
joke above our piano in a jar under the cover of the piano. There was no
way my mum could of found it. later on they were having a fight and my dad
said "look your not even wearing your wedding ring" my mom then replied.
"it's right here on my finger, i never took it off" my dad checked under
the piano and sure enough the ring was gone, my mum had never taken it
off. Another strange thing happened when my mom had bought a huge tray of
mince and was de-frosting it, when she went back to check on it it was
gone, we only had a cat and there was no way my cat could carry 10kg of
meat off the kitchen counter. the meat never turned up and we have never
smelt it either.
One thing that i will never forget was when i was
asleep, i am a very light sleeper and wake to the sound of anything. I
heard a tapping on the window and i looked out side and say a person
runing around in our yard, by then we had a dog, a large dog, she would of
barked it anybody was out ther but she was sound asleep out side.
When my mother was cradling me as a child she felt a cold presence in the
room, she wispered, "if someone it there tap the glass", expecting my dad
just to play a joke one her. she heard the glass tapping but as she turned
around to smile at my dad she remembered that he went out a few hours
before to get me milk. Nobody was there except me,and i was just a few
weeks old. |
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Twice, maybe more....Once I
was in the kitchen in my apartment, filling up the salt shaker. The top
to the shaker fell to the floor, and I heard it hit. I bent down to get
it, and it wasn't there....it was no where in the kitchen. Another time,
I was in the livingroom, taking batteries out of a remote control. The
batteries flipped out, one hitting the wall, and I caught the other one.
I heard it hit the wall and went behind the sofa to retrieve it...No
battery.....no battery in the house at all. I even removed the sofa
cushions and felt down into the sofa....No battery. Where do they go?
Another incident, I always sleep with a light on in the house, and
I always leave my TV set playing all night., and I never turn off the VCR.
Some mornings I awake to find the TV turned and VCR both turned off. The
problem is, there will be no tape in the VCR, and the VCR is not connected
to the TV as to where if you turn of the TV the VCR would turn off as
well. I thought it might have been a power failure during the night, but
the clock on the VCR would be displaying the correct time. All my clocks
are electrical, so if there was a power failure, they would be blinking.
I thought too it might be the outlets, but then I remembered, it has
happened each place I've lived...I've lived in three different apartment
complexes. |
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Wife lost a piece of
jewelry, then a year later it materialized in front of her and her
friends, when she was in another country, and it promptly fell to the
ground. She had been opening a menu.
Another time she lost a
small ring, and later it rematerialized on her fingers. I saw that one.
I'm amazed at the things they find in solid rock: materialized
screws, nails, metal balls with grooves, gold chains, etc. Even a spark
plug.
I think they come from different times of the earth, and go
back to the past. Then the past catches up to us, and we find it again.
Therefore, they are only HUMAN artifacts, and nothing from OUR FUTURE has
been found... or am I wrong on this. Will we Have a future, if no
artifacts are ever found representing that time? |
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One day I was looking at
some pictures that I had just had developed with my sister. As I was
taking the pictures out, one of the negative strips fell out. My sister
and I both watched as it fell towards the ground then disappeared about 6
inches up. We both looked at each other with startled looks! There were a
couple of sheets of paper on the floor nearby but that was it, but we
looked anyway. About 6 feet away was a basket of clothing. We looked at
each other, we both said "No Way!",but we looked anyway. AT THE BOTTOM OF
THE PILE we found it! Kim Hardman <khardman a ckr com > Anaheim, CA USA - Wednesday, April 03, 2002 at 18:15:54 (PST) |
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I cannot explain what
phenomenon causes the following to happen. It does not happen all the time
but it has happened enough for me to decide it is not coincidence. The two
incidents below were witnessed by other people. There were many more.
In 1988, I was having a rough time financially. I had just had my
daughter, my husband was absent and I ws sharing an apartment with a
friend who was having similar problems.
One day we were discussing
what items we would like to have that we could not afford at the time. I
jokingly said the only things I needed in my life at that time were a new
blow dryer, a new set of towels, a new comforter and a set of those time
life books on wizards and witches.
Two weeks later I was visitng
a friend and across the street the people were moving out of their
apartment. We were standing outside and one of the fellows asked me if I
wanted some of the things that they could not fit in their car. I went
over and he handed me a large comforter with items wrapped inside. I took
it back across the street and when I opened it up inside was a blow dryer,
a set of towels/and washcloths, and a complete set of the timelife books
wizards and witches.
3 years ago, my husband and I had received
one of those invitatins to join a club store. Wee decided to try it out.
The store was having a sale on cases of bottled water. buy 3 get two free.
I argued with my husband that we should buy a couple of cases since they
were so inexpensive. He would not relent and explained that since we have
home delivery we did not need these extra bottles. I finally conceeded and
forgot about the water. We checked out and took our packages to the car.
Next to the car on the passenger side, someone had left a cart. I walked
around to move it and get into the car. On the rack underneath the cart
were two cases of the bottled water. |
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This is the first time I have visited your web site, and by accident.
I have just read thru all of the reports. I thought that I was the only
one. I have stuff disappear and reappear almost every two to four weeks,
much to the extent like the report by Natasha and the others. I have done
extensive / exhaustive searches with complete verification to myself that
the item is truly GONE, only to have the same item reappear a half hour
later or a week later. I came to the realization about five years
ago that something was not normal. Am I losing it completely? Many
times I take a precognitive verification for the safety of the item and it
still dissappears / reappears. This theme seems to run through half of
your reports, especially with cherished items. Sometimes I put
items on a table and I know ahead of time that the object is going to
disappear! And it does! I am 56 years old and I can say that this
has happened to me approximately over 50 times in the last ten years. I
can easily exclude many instances to simply lost items, but I cannot
exclude those times that I have done extensive / exhaustive searches only
to have the items reappear exactly where I did the searches. It
seems that there should be a better name for the phenomenon than vanishing
/ reappearing objects, and it seems that there could be some sort of
classification, i.e., dropped objects, emotional/cherished objects, tool
objects/ geographical areas, activity / attention losses, etc.. I
would like to be kept abreast of any future articles you have on the
subject. You may contact me at email: sonoramente a yahoo com
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When I was 14 I was activally practicing Roman Catholicism. One night
after coming home from CVS with my mother, I starting sorting out items I
would be needing for a 4 day retreat coming up in a week. (I liked to be
prepared hehe). I put the CVS bag in the suitcase, knowing I would need
the deoderant, shampoo, conditioner, and toothpaste only for the trip. A
couple of days later I started packing away the clothes. The CVS bag was
still in the suitcase, but the toothpaste was gone. Baffled, I searched
my room. Under the bed, IN the bed, the closet, all my clothes, the car,
even both bathrooms thinking my sister might have grabbed the toothpaste
thinking it was ok to use. Still coming up with nothing, I tried
something my Youth Group Leader, Joann had taught me. "Pleaes Saint
Anthony, Please come around, Something is missing and must be found... My
toothpaste!" I chanted it three times, then researched my room...
Nothing, absolutely positively nothing... I gave it up and went on with
my day. The next day, as I was cleaning off my dresser I accidentally
pushed a necklace off the back edge. As it was an extremely nice
necklace, my *only* real gold necklace at that, I scrunched myself up and
reached behind the dresser to get it right away. Lo and behold the first
thing I grabbed was my toothpaste. I have absolutely *no clue* how it got
back there. Reaching back again I went to get my necklace. But no matter
how far I reached, I couldn't feel it. Breathless, I decided to move the
dresser (which entailed removing all the drawers as it was extremely
heavy). As I stood up to start removing the drawers, I saw my necklace,
clasp wedge on the side of the mirror, dangling off the back edge. It was
a bit strange, but I felt elated that Saint Anthony had pulled through for
me. :-) Amy <paradox0690 a hotmail com> Albany, NY USA - Saturday, July 27, 2002 at 22:16:44 (PDT) |
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This happened this summer. My sister asked me to go get a propane
canister from her cabin. I went 10KM with my car to get it. I opened the
trunk with the carkey and let the key stay in the lock. After loading the
canister and closing the trunk, the key was gone! The car doors was also
locked! Had to hitch back to my house to get a spare key. Upon returning
to the car I unlocked the door and drowe home. When I opened the trunck,
the first thing I saw was the carkey on top of the propane canister! How
it got there I don't know! Bob Norway - Friday, September 20, 2002 at 14:22:13 (PDT) |
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story involving weirdness - especially suspected memory lapses - becomes
suspect when marijuana use is involved, but this true story was simply too
clearly experienced to be the result of "stoner" absent-mindedness.
Anyway, my friend and I had walked to a nearby beach to enjoy the sunset.
We took along a large and heavy bong which, when not being used, we placed
on a half-embedded log between us. The beach was flat and there were no
hiding places or objects behind which anything could have been placed so
as to be hidden from our field of vision. A distant street lamp and the
illumination from nearby high-rise condos provided ample light even after
the sun had started to set. After having set the bong down, one of us
stooped to pick it up for another hit. But it wasn't there where we had
left it, less than twelve inches from our feet. We were both clad in
shorts and t-shirts, and it would have been impossible to conceal this
very unwieldy bong on either of our persons. The water was too far away
for it to have been flung into. After each of us accused each other of
somehow hiding it as a prank, it dawned on us that clearly neither of us
knew where it had gone. We grew increasingly puzzled and started as
scientific a physical search and methodical thought process as we could to
determine its whereabouts. I could tell from my friend's alarmed attitude
that he wasn't playing any joke. Also, no-one was anywhere near us. We
walked back and forth, dug and squinted along the beach surface for twenty
minutes. Suddenly, we both saw the bong sitting there in precisely the
location I had left it - but where we had looked fifty times in the last
twenty minutes and had not seen it. In fact, I was on my hands and knees
inches away from it when it "re-appeared". We were stunned. It is possible
that some world-class magician has somehow decided to play a pointless
elaborate joke on us - it couldn't have been my friend because the whole
episode badly unnerved him, and he couldn't have faked such a plausible
adverse emotional reaction ( he was my closest friend, and I had never
seen him freaked like this). Also, the bong couldn't have been buried in
sand because it was completely clean and leafy material was still in the
bowl- and water was still in it. Again, the whole thing resembled a
classic magic trick and if it had taken place under controlled conditions
I wouldn't have been remotely impressed. We spent hours afterwards
re-constructing the event in minute detail and could see no way this could
have happened without the involvement of another skilled trickster - but
we checked for prints in the sand, and there was only the two sets of our
tracks. The advantage of a sand surface is that it clearly shows if it has
been recently disturbed - so we were satisfied it had not been buried. Nor
had the log been moved. The bong itself was clay and about 15" x 4", which
a very wide base sculpted into a "sitting deity" form and very heavy -as I
said, no way it could have been concealed under any clothing. A small
mystery, of perhaps no lingering interest. All I can say that made it
particularly noteworthy was that after it occurred we took the care to
spend two hours at the scene where it happened looking for physical clues
and finding nothing - so it was much more "evidential" in nature than so
many fleeting incidents that are caused by simple confusion, mistaken
interpretation or hallucination. Tony Danis <wdmc_77 a yahoo com> Mountain View, CA USA - Thursday, January 03, 2002 at 20:14:44 (PST) |
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This one incident has stuck in my head as clear as the day it happened.
When I was around six years of age, I had a toy called a prop shot. It was
a hand held launcher with a rip cord. When you pull the cord, a small
plastic plane shoots off and flies about 60 feet. It was late on a
Saturday evening and I had just been bathed by my mother. Not wanting to
stop playing with my cool toy I decided to have a few shots off the back
porch. Unfortunately, I pulled the cord to hard and shot the plane over
the back fence into my neighbours rear yard. That night I had a vividly
clear dream. In my dream, it was the next morning...the sun was shining,
clear blue sky, dew on the grass, birds chirping.....my plane was lying in
my rear yard near a vegge patch. When I awoke that following morning I ran
straight to the spot where I dreamt the plane was located. There it was. I
picked it up and looked around. Everything was as it was in my dream.
Pretty freaky heh? I thought it was Deja Vous except that I ran out in the
morning on a mission. The mission was based on the dream I had.
Anyway..thats my little not so scary but otherwise interesting
story. Peter <timehopper a logoblue com> Sydney, Australia - Friday, August 31, 2001 at 03:32:34 (PDT) |
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In 1985 I was at my friend's house involved in a little jam session.
Whilst grooving along on my bass I lost my grip on the pick and it landed
on the floor. When we finished the song, I bent down to pick up the fallen
pick, but it was GONE! My friends and I scoured the entire living room for
it, but after a lengthy search of the same areas over and over again, we
gave up. Later, when we'd finished jamming, we went down to the basement
to say hello to my friend's father who was in the rec room watching tv. I
sat down on a chair and looked down at the carpet just to the right of the
chair. There in this spot, which was directly under the spot upstairs
where I had dropped it, sat my pick... I don't understand! How could this
have happened? JAMES <jamtart a powersurfr com> edmonton, alberta canada - Thursday, November 01, 2001 at 19:21:15 (PST) |
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Alright, those of you who read this probably wont believe me unless you
too have experienced this. Well this happened about 30 minutes ago. I
was sitting here reading these bull shit entries while I was eating some
funions. As I was sitting here
indulging myself i dropped a funion. To my surprise it was nowhere to be
found. I looked everywhere and i still found no trace of my funion. If
any of you crazy people no where my funion is or have experienced this
same ordeal please, please contact me.
jan sambataro <quesoesbueno86 a aol com> USA - Saturday, October 06, 2001 at 16:22:33 (PDT) |
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Just remembered another one, though after reading other accounts on
this site I see that these events are pretty common. This event happened
this year (2001). As I left for work in the morning I grabbed a container
of yogurt to eat as I drove (I know this isn't a safe practice). I put a
"soup" spoon (much larger than a regular teaspoon)in my shirt pocket to
eat the yogurt with. As I got underway and reached for the spoon, I
couldn't find it. I carefully checked my shirt pocket, but it wasn't there
(how carfully do you need to check a tiny pocket for a large spoon?). I
patted the pocket from the outside and stuck my fingers inside as well. I
was mad because I was going to miss my snack and I was hungry. I didn't
feel the spoon fall out of the pocket so I turned the light on and looked
in my pocket, it wasn't there. I figured it must have fallen out somehow.
I couldn't eat the yogurt so I stopped at a donut place when I got to
town. Unfastening my seatbelt I emmediately saw the spoon in my pocket!
These events have happened so many times I have to wander, does this
happen to everyone? Steve <commonblue a att net> Evansville, IN USA - Sunday, October 21, 2001 at 20:03:07 (PDT) |
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Displaced/ reappearing objects have bothered me occasionally for years.
I have learned that if I get that "weird feeling" when I can't find
something that should be in a specific spot, then I hold my finger out and
very slowly scan the whole area. I
think this helps avoid mistakes caused from quickly glancing over an area
with just your eyes. Even with this careful scanning, many times I have
had no doubt that an object was definitely not in a location, only to look
away and suddenly see the object in
plain view when I look back.
The most extraordinary event occurred to me fairly recently. I placed a
quart can of paint on a shelf in my garage in a location that was
dedicated to that type of item. I was careful to place it prominantly in
view because I knew I was going to use that
paint in a project within a couple weeks. When I wanted to perform the
project, I remember being glad that I did place it carefully so I wouldn't
have to look all over for it.
Things didn't go so well from that point however. I could not find that
can of paint. I started to blame my wife but she assured me she never
messes with that stuff. I looked over the very area I knew I put it, and
looked over and over again. Remember,
I'm talking about a large can of paint. I then expanded my search to other
areas, but I knew it should be in one small spot. I went into the house
(attached garage) then returned. As soon as I looked into the garage while
still standing in the doorway and
20 feet away from the shelf, I could easily see the paint can. It was
right where it was supposed to be, and it was right up front on the shelf.
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I have several to report from over 40 years of life. This is one of two
early yet very profound "wierd events".
I was 7 years old and we didn't have too many toys, so I really valued the
ones I did have. I found a toy rubber knife and was thrilled to add it to
my toy collection. Some time later, I was doing something only a child
would think of doing. I tempted
fate by holding that valued toy knife by its very tip and dangling it
inside a narrow pipe that a neighbor had driven into the ground. I lost my
hold on the knife and it fell inside the pipe.
I was devastated by the loss as well as by my stupidity. I ran home and
was very depressed. Late in the day I got something out of my closet and
was stunned when I looked down and saw the very knife I lost down the
pipe!
About every 3 or 4 years similar weird events have occurred to me, but
nothing to that extreme. Steve <commonblue a att net> Evansville, IN USA - Sunday, October 21, 2001 at 18:42:46 (PDT) |
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This happened to me a few weeks ago. It was evening and I was in the
bathroom to take out my contact lenses - they really hurt in my eyes
because they had been in all day and they were dry. I stood there at the
faucet sink, in front of a mirror to
see what I was doing. I took out the first (left) contact... it jumped
out, it sticked to my eyelid. I took it, I washed it and stored it in its
box.
Now for my right contact lens - I put it out, but because it was so dry it
jumped out of my eye with the typical "slick" sound, and I heard it fall
down in the sink (which I had stopped down to prevent a lens from
disappearing into the sewer). There was
some soapy water in there due to washing the left lens earlier. I
frequently drop a lens that way so I just searched in that water for it.
It wasn't there. So I searched on the little shelf just under the mirror
and above the sink, where the
toothbrushes were. It wasn't there either. I didn't understand, but
assumed it must have fallen on the floor, so I crouched down and searched
on the floor. Nothing. Then, I searched in and on my clothes, nothing.
I looked in the mirror to see if it was in my
hair - I brushed my hands through it, but nothing. I studied my face in
the mirror, but it was not sticking on my face either (and I didn't expect
it to be, since I had heard it fall down into or on the sink).
Eventually, my dad came in and helped me search... about 10 minutes later.
He asked me exactly how I dropped the lens, so I showed him how I had been
standing and how I dropped it. I explained to him that it just fell out
of my eye into the sink, and I
described the path the lens would have fallen. As I did that, the lost
lens seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of my face and fell down
along that path into the sink with a tick sound.
If anyone can explain this, I'd like to hear... I had searched around
everywhere and brushed my clothes, hair and so on - I had moved quite a
bit. But only after I stood still in the same position as first (posing
for my dad), explaining to my dad how it
fell out, it just seemed to rematerialize again in front of my face and
did fell down like it would have in the first case. |
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My friend lent me a video tape "Speaking With Your Angeles" ( a simple
guide to talk to your angels ) I thought it might be a fun thing to watch
on a boring Sunday afternoon. I was in the middle of watching the video
and feeling rather positive that angels do exist. The video was explaining
that angels have a sense of humor and will play fun pranks here and there.
In that moment the phone rang, I paused the video and the "wrong number"
on the phone line asked me "Can I please speak to Angel?". Naturally, I
laughed and said "there is no one here by that name." OK, I thought, now I
am a believer, cute angel prank, I believe ( it doesn't take me much, I
like this stuff ). So , now I know that the angels are there to assist me.
I had lost my cell phone for 3 months. No-can-find, 3 months, gone ,
forget it , but it bugged me. I don't loose things, where is it? I ask my
angels to assist me. The next morning there is my cell phone in the center
of my small living room floor. 'Splain that Lucy ! Beverly < x astrogal a earthink net> Los Angeles, CA USA - Wednesday, August 01, 2001 at 18:23:41 (PDT) |
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I have a couple of odd ones to report. The first was a dissappearing
chook (domestic hen). We have pet hens and we keep them locked up at night
because of the fox problem. Sometimes they go clucky (broody) in
inappropriate places, where the fox could get them. We had forgotten that
a hen called Leopard had gone clucky and was locked out of the chookhouse
one night.
It was midnight and I heard her scream as the fox grabbed her. I ran onto
my balcony and yelled at the fox, because they're pretty wussy around
here, and if you give them a big scare they might drop the chook and run
away. My husband and I rushed outside and started searching for Leopard. I
found the still warm egg she had been sitting on, and 2 feathers. Our yard
is 1 acre and I admit, not that easy to search in the daytime, let alone
the middle of the night, but we found nothing. I counted the chooks safely
locked away, hoping I had made a mistake about Leopard, but she wasn't
there.
I was tired the next day, and miserable because I hate to lose a pet like
that. About midday the following day (that would be about 36 hours since
Leopard's dissappearance) I was throwing some bread down to the chooks,
and Leopard was there. Maybe she'd just been hiding for 36 hours. I don't
know. But the foxes around here have a good sense of smell, and they're
not so wussy that they'd go 2 nights without checking a food source!
My other weirdness was a displaced ear-stud. I was standing in my walk in
wardrobe as I put in the stud, but it slipped and I dropped it. I saw it
fall just beside my foot. I searched for about 1/2 an hour, really annoyed
because it was one of my favourites. Eventually i gave up, I figured it
would turn up sooner or later. Or not. And it was only $2.50 and I could
replace it. I did replace it, then, just over a year after losing it, I
was emptying the drawer-baskets in the wardrobe to re-line them. There was
my ear-stud, in one of the baskets. I saw it fall to the floor. There was
no way it could have bounced the 40cm or so (15 inches) to get into that
drawer. |
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After my stepfather's mother died, he brought home a few things from
her house, including a little brass elephant with it's trunk raised. We
placed the elephant on a table in our front entryway along with a brass
unicorn and some plants. It stayed
there for a while, until my mum and I noticed it had gone missing. The
unicorn was still in it's place, and nothing else seemed to be missing in
the house, it was only the little brass elephant. We noticed that it had
been gone for quite a while, about
2months, before my mum commented on it. I had assumed that she had moved
it and she had assumed that I had moved it, so when we realised that
neither one of us moved it, we asked my stepfather and he looked rather
confused about it. We spent another
two months looking for it. No one other than the neighbours had been in
our house before the little elephant disappeared. We asked our neighbours
(feeling rather guilty about making them feel accused of stealing a brass
elephant), but no one had
remembered even seeing it to begin with. So, that left us all perplexed.
We searched every inch of the house and could not find it. It just
disappeared. If it had been purloined, I dont see why the theif would
have just walked away with the elephant and left
the unicorn. They were both pocket-sized, and in my opinion, the unicorn
was nicer. Anyway, six months after the elephant disappeared, the house
burned down. We had a friend who claimed to be psychic,and she claimed
that an elephant with it's trunk
upright was considered good luck. She thought the spirits had taken it
as a sign that our luck would run out. Of course, we also had a barn and
hung up a horseshoe on it, and found out that the horseshoe was hung up
the wrong way. After the barn burned
down (it actually burned two years before the house), we were told that
because we hung the shoe upside down, our luck had run out. Oh well.
After the house fire, we found the little unicorn, but the elephant was
never seen again. Donnie H. < Saphron a NHL com> Raleigh, NC USA - Friday, April 20, 2001 at 09:45:42 (PDT) |
| About two years ago, I was
getting ready to go to the movies with my older brother. My car keys were
on a key ring that had a lot of other keys, and key rings on it. My
brother and I were the only ones home. We went into the kitchen to get
something to drink, and I set my keys on the kitchen counter. Just a few
seconds later I turned to grab my keys and they weren't on the counter. At
first I was confused, and then I thought that maybe I had left them on my
bed, so we went back to my room. They were nowhere in sight. My brother
couldn't have taken them because he was with me the whole time, and he
wouldn't anyway. We searched the whole house, but never found the keys. My
brother grabbed his set of keys for my car, and we decided to go to the
movies and not worry about it until we got home. We walked out to my car,
got in, and there were my keys already in the ignition. Someone please
explain that! Jen < jjmadewell a yahoo com> Dallas, TX USA - Friday, July 27, 2001 at 15:11:04 (PDT) |
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One evening back in the early 80's, I watching TV and tinkering with a
disabled slide projector. I had disassembled the unit and removed the
condenser lens. This lens was made of glass or crystal, very thick and
had a faint green tint to it. I began
to observe different objects under the lens. The objects seem to have a
fisheye look about them. Quickly growing bored with this activity, my
attention was drawn back to the program I was watching on TV. As I sat
there watching the program with the lens in hand, I thought, lets take a
look at the pixels on the screen with this thing. I placed the lens
against the screen and watched the phosphurs dance and change color. I
looked at this for about 5 minutes then sat back to resume my TV viewing.
This is where it gets weird! I had the lens in my left hand and felt and
heard a buzzing sensation eminating from the lens. I opened my hand
allowing the lens to rest in my up turned palm. The sound and the buzzing
sensation increased, then suddenly there was a SNAP! and the lens
disintegrated! I mean it just vanished!! I dont have to tell you that
this took me by surprise. After the shock wore off, I looked all over the
office and area that I was sitting for any fragments of the lens, but I
came up with nothing! Any Idea's? I offer this theory for your approval.
What I think happened is the electrons that bombard the phosphur screen of
the TV set caused the molecules of the glass of crystal lens to vibrate to
a point that caused it to shatter. Like the old crystal glass on the
Memorex commercial. But there should have been some trace of it left
behind, dont you think? R. Garlick <richdude1 a chartermi net> Whitmore Lake, Mi. USA - Friday, March 23, 2001 at 09:25:57 (PST) |
| Last night I purchased some
lawn furniture, a table and four chairs. each chair came with a small
plastic bag tied to a lower support, in each bag were four plastic inserts
that you're supposed to stick into the bottom of each leg of the chairs.
the box the table came in contained an identical bag with identical
inserts for the four legs of the table. i could not get any of them to go
into their holes with bare hands. my girlfriend suggested using a hammer,
which i scoffed until she brought out the hammer and easily put in a
couple of the inserts. so i used the hammer and put the other two for
that chair in, and proceeded to put in the inserts in another chair, and
then the ones for the table. no real reason i can think of i did the
table in the middle of the four chairs. anyways i go to do the third
chair, and *none* of the inserts will fit in any of the holes, i tried 2
or 3 of them in all the holes. so i try to put those inserts in the
fourth chair.. no luck... hammer all you want but they just squeeze out
because they seem a tiny bit too big. so i figure alright, i'll try the
inserts that came with the fourth chair.. again they will not go into
either chair.. i am getting kinda psssed at this point. i give up and go
inside for awhile... come back out and try again, find that by hammering
very carefully and gently i can get the inserts to go in eventually
although it requires 50 times the effort of the first 2 chairs and the
table. after like 10 minutes i get all four into the fourth chair.. grab
the third chair to use my newfound skill to finally complete the task and
the inserts are *$%#ing gone.. this has been done on my patio which has
4ft stone walls around the entire perimeter except for the doorway and
where the walls of the house are.. so only one way out for anything
dropped. all the packing material, everything else is there, just not the
4 inserts. it makes you think that i put the 4 that first game me trouble
down somewhere, and i'm still not sure, but after almost 24 hours they are
still gone and i have searched top to bottom. normally i am very
skeptical about most anything unusual but this is so weird... i almost
went and accused my neighbors of stealing my 4 plastic inserts. i truly
hope that they soon fall from the sky near me so i can finish setting up
the patio set.
a few years ago i was i had just parked at the taco bell when this crazy
chick in the drivethru lane managed to drive over the concrete barrier and
hit my parked car as i was getting out.. after we went through the whole
"deal with an accident" rountine (acutally she paid me cash and we called
it even) i go to leave and realize i dont have my car key... look for a
long time and finally use most the cash she gave me to pay an all night
locksmith for a new ignition. as i'm pulling out of the parking space i
see a glint and there's the key directly in the exact middle of the
parking space (where i and some stangers helping me had looked many many
times..) and now it doesnt even work cuz i had a new ignition... that
sucked. |
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This happened quite sometime ago, but yet it is still pretty vivid to me (and I have never figured it out to this day).
When I was in the 7th grade, my grandmother had given me a birthday gift,
which was a silver athletic-type of runners band, which, I believe, was
originally intended as an identification bracelet for elderly runners. It
was a silver band that fits securely and it had a small plate on the top
of the bracelet with a simple picture of a running figure (hence why I say
the band is a runner's ID).
So I wore this band all throughout 7th grade and it became one of my most
favored possessions. However mid-way into the year, I was walking down
the hall and I happened to look at my band and the small plate had popped
off -- well it was just gone. I tried retracing my steps, but to no avail,
as the designs on the floors and the size of the plate itself (a little
less than 1/2 inch) made it too hard for me to find anything. I was kinda
devastated, but after a few days i forgot about it.
A few weeks later, our school had our annual Olympic Day, where all the
students compete against each other, etc. I was signed up for the 500
meter dash (or something like that), althought i am not a very good
runner. Now here's the weird part -- as I was standing at the start line
just before the race actually began, I was putting my chewing gum back
into its wrapper in my pocket, but as i reached into my pocket i felt a
tiny poke. Confused i grabbed the foreign object and pulled it out of my
pocket -
- it turned out to be my small running man. I was really happy when it
showed up, and it kinda inspired me to run that race. I am pretty sure
that I was NOT wearing the same pants that I wore when i lost the 'running
man'. After the race (which I lost despite my renewed vigor), I forgot
about the running man which i ensured was stored securely in my 5th pocket
(that real tiny one). The next day i remembered about it and when i
looked in the pants, there was nothing -- it was gone again. I searched
the whole pants, even every corner and seam, but I found nothing. Well
that's my story and it's still a mystery to me.
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In 1981 my girl-friend was staying in the house of a friend of mine and
one evening my friend's wife asked us to "baby-sit" the two stray Siamese
cats they had adopted as she had a social engagement and to make sure we
put them in the garden if we left the house. About an hour later my
girl-friend said she wanted to go out and I went to collect the cats to
put them in the back yard.
One of them, a very strange and vocal little animal, refused to be
gathered up and ran to the foot of the stairs. As I approached the cat it
darted up six or seven steps and waited, calling out loudly and looking at
me but, as I got near again, it ran up some more steps where it stopped
again and sat staring at me, mewing loudly.
To my astonishment and annoyance the animal did this repeatedly as though
it were teasing me until we had ascended two flights of stairs and reached
the third floor landing at the top of the house. "Now I've got you" I
thought as I reached the landing because I saw the cat dart in through the
slightly open door of a small disused room. Approaching cautiously, bent
low with hands outstretched to stop the animal running out of the door and
past me, I entered the room, carefully closing the door behind me.
The cat was nowhere to be seen! The only contents of the room, which
measured about 9 feet by 8 feet maximum, were an old armchair, an empty
crate, a cupboard with a locked door, some half empty paint tins and a few
odds and ends. Thinking the animal had hidden itself I began to search
through the few available hiding places, even unlocking the cupboard and
looking inside. I turned the armchair upside down to see if the fabric
was torn allowing the cat to find its way inside but there was no sign of
any place where an animal could hide. I looked up the chimney (it was
blocked by an iron plate), examined the paint pots, looked into the crate
and moved a couple of bits of cardboard and searched through the room
thoroughly for about half an hour. The one window was locked and there
were no other doors or exits available.
Eventually my girl-friend, exasperated at the amount of time I was taking,
called up the stairs to ask what I was doing.
I had searched the room thoroughly three times and eventually gave up,
feeling baffled and irritated that I was unable to carry out my friend's
request. As I left the room I closed the door behind me determined to
search the room again on our return.
We went out but later, on our return, I told my friend's wife what had
happened and apologised to her for failing to put the cat out. She stared
at me disbelievingly and said, "That's alright. When we returned both cats
were out in the back garden calling to be let in."
I have told this story of the dematerialising cat several times inviting
some explanation but none has ever been forthcoming the usual response
being disbelief or some trivial answer such that I did not look carefully
enough.
To this day I have no explanation for how the cat got out
of the room without me seeing it. Even if an explanation is available for
this there is no explanation for how it got out of the house which had all
its windows and doors thoroughly locked against intruders.
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| well this is kinda lame but
i was sitting in front of my computer playing a game and eating plain
pringles chips. I droped one on the floor directly in front of me. I
thought nothing of it and decided rather than pick it up i would just get
it later. about half an hour later i went to pick it up. it wasn't
there. My floor was clean and there was no where for it to go. it was a
perfectly made chip and would have stuck out like a sore thumb compared to
my carpet. I never did find it. i searched for like half an hour then
gave up. I went back a bout an hour later and searched for about another
half hour and never did find it. Now every time i sit there i glance to
where it would have been half expecting to find it. Lame eh? well i
never did find it. Everybody probably has a similar story if they think
hard enough. 73888163 is my ICQ number if you want to talk about anything
on this site i am really interested and would like to talk to you? Chris Griffin <zzgriffin a hotmail com> heward, sk Canada - Friday, January 12, 2001 at 15:54:13 (PST) |
| in 1998 me and a friend were
walking dowwn the street smoking a marijuana filled cigar. undercover
officers clearly saw us and pulled the car over to confront us i
had the cigar in my mouth grabbed it and dropped in on the sidewalk next
to me. the side walk was clear except for my friend and those two cops .
by the time the cops walked up to us it was gone. they threatened to
arrest us and searched us but they did not find it and neither did we it
just disappeared intno thin air. I will never forget that |
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I often have things disappear from where I left them. I mentally ask
to please have it returned to me. Sometimes it will turn up in the same
place I left it and other times it will turn up in a very unusual place.
I believe this is my guide or higher self just letting me know they are
around, because this usually happens when I feel lost and need guidance.
Dee <dwheeler a mmcable com> Edmond, OK USA - Sunday, December 31, 2000 at 21:04:07 (PST) |
| I was watching TV in my room
one night and i suddenly felt hungry. I got up and went into the kitchen
and got a snack. I came back to my room and couldn't find the TV remote.
I thought maybe i had brought it with me to the kitchen but it wasn't
there. I searched the whole house and couldn't find it anywhere. I
finally got tired of searching and went back to my room. I sat down in
the chair extremely frustrated. I got so mad that I had lost the stupid
remote that a great amount of anger built up. I looked up at the TV and
changed the channel with the remote that had suddenly appeared in my
hand. Brian <archive777 a juno com> medford, ny USA - Friday, December 15, 2000 at 20:24:26 (PST) |
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A couple of weeks ago, I read the reports posted here about
disappearing/reappearing objects. At that time, nothing like that had ever
happened to me. Then last Sunday I had an extremely odd experience with a
pair of slippers that still has me baffled, although I do have my own
wacko theory about what might have happened.
It was very cold that morning, and I put my bedroom slippers on my feet
when I got up. I went downstairs and sat in the living room for a while
with my son, watching a movie on TV about a bear cub and its mother in the
wild. Although I usually find such films boring, this one had a hypnotic
quality that was hard to resist, and I watched it for quite a while,
marveling at the scenery and wondering how the film makers got the bears
to do such amazing things (the cub, at one point, was struggling to climb
up an almost vertical rock face of a mountain). I got up and went out into
the kitchen/dining area. Our Rottweiler, Spike wanted to go outside so I
put on boots and a coat and went out the back door with him. We were
outside for 5 minutes or so, and I noticed while walking with him that the
air had a strange sort of feeling to it. We're close to an interstate, and
the traffic noise seemed at the same time louder than usual and not quite
real. The traffic sound was having a similar hypnotic effect on me as the
movie I had been watching, and it was sort of a creepy feeling. Then we
went back inside. I took off my boots and hung up my coat. My feet were
cold and I went to retrieve my slippers from the entrance to the laundry
room (which leads out into the back yard), which is where I usually leave
them when I go outside. But they weren't there! I looked all over the
whole downstairs of the house for a good 10 or 15 minutes - I searched
everywhere. I went into the living room where my son was still watching
the movie. "The weirdest thing just happened," I told him. "My slippers
disappeared!" "What do you mean, disappeared?" he replied, looking at me
like he thought I was off my rocker. Then I went upstairs and into my
bedroom and there, in exactly the position where I take them off each
night when I go to bed, were the slippers. The weirdest thing of all is
that the second I saw them there I had a very strong sense that the
slippers had been there all along, that I had not put them on that morning
and worn them downstairs. But at the same time I knew beyond any doubt
that I HAD put them on!
I am a very sane, sober and practical person - I do not drink or do drugs.
My son, also of a serious nature, is definitely not the type to play
practical jokes. And he and I, along with Spike and two cats, were the
only ones in the house. And, although Spike or the cats might take one
slipper and move it, it is highly unlikely they could have taken them both
upstairs and put them exactly in the position where I leave them at night.
So what the heck happened? If anybody has any thoughts or ideas, or
similar experiences, please e-mail me!
Maybe the whole thing was a hallucination, a passing temporary insanity.
Or maybe I really did wear the slippers downstairs and at some point while
watching the movie or walking with the dog I slipped into another
dimension, a parallel reality that was almost like the original one,
except that in this one I didn't put the slippers on!
If I have any more delusions or reality slips or whatever, I will be sure
to report them here. In the meantime, I hope to hear from someone
(anyone!) with similar experiences. |
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Hey! This really weird thing happended when I lived in Iowa, about 4
years ago when I was 9. My family was watching some movie and I was really
bored. So I went downstairs, a place I was really afraid of when I was a
kid because I thought ghosts were there. I had a penny. It was really
dark. I was playing catch with the penny. I dropped it, and I turned on
the lights to look for it. to my suprise, there was nothing. My basement
is empty, no carpet. I was really freaked out. I went to check the wall I
was leaning on when I was playing catch. When I bent down to check the
lining of the walls, I slipped on something, and I felt something hit me
behind me. No one was downstairs! It hit my lower leg, and I turned around
to see the penny! THE PENNY HIT ME! I was so freaked out I picked up the
penny, made sure it was the same one and dropped in and ran upstairs. I
thought someone or maybe something did not want me there. As I said
before, no one was downstairs. I just remembered this about 5 minutes ago!
My left leg is getting chills just thinking about this, so I guess it was
my left leg it hit. I have 20-20 vision as I have had all my life. There
is no wind or anything, I am not on crack or any other type of drug. I was
not dreaming, or anything of that sort. Now I gotta go. Bye! Love your
site You can just call me Bob :) - Monday, January 29, 2001 at 20:02:52 (PST) |
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I used to drive cab. One day I lost my wallet. Never did find it and
had everything in it replaced.. what could be replaced. A year or so
later I am picking up a fare in an alley/back door and see what appears to
be a wallet sitting in the alley , not up against the wall or anything..
OUT.. in the roadway. I pick it up and it is MY wallet everyting intact.
IMPOSSIBLE that no one had seen it in over a year. Go figure. Who loves
ya. Tom tom hennessy <watchman a nucleus com> calgary, ab canada - Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 09:24:47 (PST) |
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I've dealt with disappearing objects a couple of times at least that I
recall now. Once, I was home by myself, and searching for my lighter. I
had canvassed the house, including a small, bare coffee table in the tv
room several times. Later I sat down on the couch in front of the table,
looked down, and there the lighter was, in plain view. The other occasion
I remember was losing an earring, a diamond post. I had worn it into the
shower, so I assumed it was gone forever. Months and months later, I was
walking into my bedroom, for the zillionth time since I lost it, and there
it was, lying right on the floor in front of the door. Kath Frankfort, KY USA - Monday, October 30, 2000 at 08:56:30 (PST) |
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One morning about 3 years ago I noticed something funny about the trees
that screened our yard from the street. There had been three trees there,
I'd climbed in all of them, but now there were only two. I thought I was
seeing wrong so I went outside to check up close. The middle tree was gone
and the branches of the two end treed had extended to fill the gap. There
was no hole in the ground or any sign that there had ever been three
trees. At that point I was sure I just remembered it wrong, so not telling
anyone else anything yet, I simply asked them all how many trees we had
out front. We had friends over at the time, totaling 8 people and I got 6
"three"'s and 2 "at least three"'s. Then I told them that there were only
two, everyone had to go check.
tom < sales a quantumslip com> morgan hill, ca USA - Thursday, September 21, 2000 at 01:02:59 (PDT) |
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When I was 11 years old (i'm 13 now) something very strange happened to
me. at that time I was living in an appartment, and was over my best
friends house. I had brought my box of trading cards over, which I had a
rather large collection of, and told my friend to go get his, which he
kept in a bag in his base ment. I placed my box RIGHT NEXT TO ME, on his
computer desk, and turned around to watch him exit the room. The entire
time he was gone, i never looked at my box, which i thought was sitting
right next to me, but rather was watching the Simpsons on his TV. A few
min. later he entered the room with a bag. he sat down on his bed and
began to untie it. while he was doing that, i turned around to get my card
box, amd realized it was GONE! Damn i thought, what the hell could i have
done with it. while i was looking( looked everywhere it could possibly be,
under the desk, behind it, nothing), i heard my name being called out, and
turned around to see my friend pulling my box out of his bag. We looked at
each other and realized that this was really screwy. after a long
discussoin we finally gave up as to ideas of how this happened. There was
NO way he could have grabbed the box, before he left the room as I was
sitting RIGHT next to it, and definately NO way he could have got it on
his way back in, as the he sat down immidiately on the bed after enterring
the room, which was quite a distance from where i was sitting. Absolutely
nobody believed us, as to what had happened, and he was definately not the
kind of kid that could play this well of a joke and be so serious about
it. Other strange things happened in that appartment, up until i moved out
a year ago? still no explanation though. Eric Gendron <EMG8714 a aol com> Mont Vernon, NH USA - Friday, September 08, 2000 at 19:32:18 (PDT) |
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Me and my cousin were playing a board game and I accidentally dropped
the dice on the floor. We both looked under the table and all possible
places they could have rolled. We realized after a long exhausting search
that they have disappeared. we sat in out chairs in disbelief. I told my
cousin that its impossible and they have to be here somewhere, so I looked
down once more. and there was the dice right by my feet. both of them,
so close to me almost touching my foot. I still get shivers to this day,
and tears come to my eyes. This happened when i was ten years old.
melanie <melrose152 a aol com> cheshire, ct USA - Wednesday, August 30, 2000 at 21:20:21 (PDT) |
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When i was around 7, i was playing with a G.I. Joe and they had the
huge (way big) grenades that went with them, well i was playing and it
rolled under the refrig.... i was upset that i lost it, so we my dad and
grandpal and my uncle moved the thing, they saw it roll underthere, and it
wasn't there, they moved everything in the whole kitchen, and we couldn't
find it, then 2 days from then, it showed up in tied to my G.I. Joe.....
and now one could have touched it! cuz i kept them locked in a special
chest that was hidden! and i was the only one who knew were it was and had
the 2 keys! Now you may think that my dad just found it and took care of
it, but we were all shocked by the fact that it wasn't there!
WhiteGoblin <whitegoblins a hotmail com> No, NO USA - Wednesday, July 12, 2000 at 18:50:52 (PDT) |
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MY SISTER WAS STANDING IN THE KITCHEN ONE EVENING WHEN WATER SPLATTERED
ON THE FLOOR BESIDE HER. SHE COULDN'T EXPLAIN WHERE IT CAME FROM. A WEEK
LATER I WAS STANDING WITH MY HEAD RESTING ON MY ARMS WATCHING THE
MICROWAVE COOK, WHEN WATER DROPPED ON MY FOOT. I LOOKED DOWN AT MY FOOT
AND THEN AT THE COUNTER AND THEN AT THE CEILING. THERE WAS NOT WATER
ANYWHERE THAT I COULD SEE. IF ANYONE KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT WATER RELATED
OCCURANCES MEANS PLEASE E-MAIL ME.
Brenda <UMAWEEKS a NETSCAPE net> PHOENIX, AZ USA - Thursday, June 08, 2000 at 23:06:54 (PDT) |
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I am a 48 year old woman who has lost both elderly parents within the
las year and a half. My father passed away first and shortly after his
death, I visited my mother who had many serious medical problems. On this
visit, I was getting ready to bathe her in the bathtub. I was the only
one she trusted to do this. Anyway, I took off my rings and watch and put
them down somewhere in the house; either upstairs or down. Hours later, I
went back to the bathroom and picked up my rings and returned them to my
hand. However, I couldn't find my watch. I searched the whole house.
First downstairs, then upstairs. I went to the upstairs bedroom and
walked to a bed. I lifted clothing I had left there in search of my
watch. I remember saying to myself, "I wonder what I did with it(the
watch)?" I took the ten or twelve steps to the bathroom and let my eyes
walk around the room. No watch. As I turned around, I saw my watch lying
on it's side on the very bed I had searched so carefully only moments ago.
I feel this is a way that my dad chose to let me know he was still around.
I often smell his presence in the house from time to time. Sammy Mitchell <SANDRAMITCHELL13 a aol com> Lynchburg, Va. USA - Saturday, June 03, 2000 at 01:06:43 (PDT) |
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I was a high school senior and was in my room getting ready to head out
with one of my best friends. I laid my car keys, which had several other
keys on the ring as well, down on the bedcovers. My friend was standing
about 5 feet away in the center of the room.
I plopped my butt down on the bed to put on my shoes, and my weight
hitting the mattress bounced the keys up off the bed and over onto the
floor, which was covered with a thin wall-to-wall carpet. There was no
sound of my keys hitting the floor.
My friend and I both noticed this, and looked at each other before I bent
down to pick up my keys. From the bed to the floor was about 2 feet, and
considering that the keys bounced up in the air before going over the edge
of the bed, the total fall was about 2 1/2 feet -- plenty far enough to
make an audible noise on the thin carpet. Since they fell close to the
side of the bed, the keys passed out of both our vision on their way to
the floor; in other words, neither of us saw them actually hit the floor.
When I bent down to get them, there were no keys on the floor.
I got down on my hands and knees to check all around, on the off chance a
key ring with about 8 keys on it might have bounced anywhere. (Try this
for yourself sometime and see how far keys dropped straight down from 30
inches can bounce.)
Nothing.
I looked on top of the bed, thinking that we were mistaken and the keys
hadn't actually fallen off the bed.
Nothing.
I tore the bedcover, sheets, mattress, and box springs off the bed to see
if they had gotten caught somewhere on the way down. (It was a steel frame
twin bed, with no wood anywhere, no little niches where a seet of keys
could hide.)
Nothing.
My friend and I looked at each other after about 10 minutes of searching
and shrugged our shoulders. As I recall, I said something like "black
hole," and we left it at that.
Never did find the keys.
This sounds trivial, but I had a witness who was too far away to have
grabbed the keys and hid them as a joke (which would have been a rotten
thing to do since I never ever got them back, and that is carrying a joke
way too far), and who could also testif y that the keys made no sound of
hitting a floor. (Again, drop some keys onto your carpet from 30 inches
and see how audible a sound they make.)
So where'd they go?
Who knows?
I didn't notice any Cherenkov radiation in the room -- just a profound
silence.
And now I take Hamlet's admonition to Horatio as absolute truth.
***
I've read all of the above occurrences, and a couple things strike me as
common to all or most of the events:
The "victim" was young, in his or her teens.
The event is almost never clearly observed.
One point that was mentioned only a couple of times was the juxtaposition
of electrical disturbances with the events. This interested me as I have
always noticed a tendency of electronic devices to act strangely in my
presence: things like streetlights turning off or on as I drive under
them, even under daylight conditions where the light would not normally be
active at all. (This has always been a semi-joke with me, as I'm quite
aware of the laws of probability. But still.)
If we assume for a moment that these occurrences are real and are not made
up (mine's not!) -- what the heck does it mean? Can causality reverse
itself? Are there time-traveling jokesters playing games with us? What
_would_ be best possible explanation be, granting the actual existence of
such events?
Man, I wonder. |
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Some people will believe this, some won't. I can assure everyone it is
true. I lived in a house in Pa. where strange and scary things happened
all the time. For example, I was getting ready to go out one day, and I
plugged in my curling iron in the bathroom on the second floor. The only
other person in the house was my mother; she was downstairs. I went down
to talk to her for a few minutes and went back upstairs to curl my hair.
The curling iron was gone. It WAS GONE! My mother and I searched
everywhere. I was so mad I kept looking for about two hours and so did my
mother (this was not the first time something had just vanished). I tore
apart drawers and closets, looking everywhere. We finally found it
downstairs in the dining room closet underneath a huge pile of coats and
other junk. The cord was wrapped neatly around it. Things like that
happened all the time in that house. One more example. I was at home alone
one day. Just me. I put my drivers license down on the kitchen table and
when I went back to get it, It was gone. Again I searched the house up and
down. I never found it. Finally, after about a month, I went to get a new
one. I came home with my new license, and sat down on the couch (and I was
alone again). I watched t.v. for a few minutes and then I looked down at
the cushion beside me. There sat my license. I have quite a few stories
like that, and some are on the scary side, but I haven't told hardly
anyone. This is for two reasons: 1) It was common to me for so many years
that I just got used to it, almost to where it was expected. It wasn't
weird anymore. 2) Who would believe me anyway? They'd just think I was a
nutcase, as I'm sure 75% of the people reading this right now
think. Natasha <LKam7 a excite com> USA - Wednesday, May 17, 2000 at 15:30:16 (PDT) |
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My brother and I were fighting one afternoon, about 18 years ago. He
had been eating an orange popsicle, and had about 3/4ths of it left. He
threw it at me, and I held up an unlined windbreaker to block. He saw it
hit on his side, I saw the jacket bulge out on my side, and then it
disappeared. No sticky spot on the
jacket, no stick, no puddle on the floor, no nothing. This confused us so
much that we stopped fighting and spent the next 20 minutes searching.
StarChaser_Tyger <StarChaser a mindless com> Tampa, FL USA - Sunday, April 02, 2000 at 11:17:46 (PDT) |
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I had a four foot aluminum pole with a wooden handle and a hook on the
end. I couldn't find it one day, and looked for it for three months. So I
gave up, and thought someone had stolen it. One morning I woke up and it
was laying on
pillows next to my bed. I asked the two other people in the house where
they found it, and they denied having found it. Sometimes things vanish,
and come back, sometimes they don't. Wally <brennamen a eudoramail com> USA - Saturday, February 05, 2000 at 04:19:51 (PST) |
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When I was a teenager, I was helping my mother sweep up the kitchen
floor after dinner one evening. While I was sweeping in one corner, my
mother opened the refrigerator door to put something away and the action
sent a tomato that
was on top of the refrigerator rolling off the edge. We saw it fall off,
but somehow could not see where it rolled after "landing". We pulled the
fridge away from the wall and even looked under it. No tomato! We looked
all around
the room and no tomato! We gave up, perplexed. I began to sweep again,
and looked at the refrigerator area just in time to see the tomato
reappear out of thin air six inches in front of the top of the fridge and
fall to the floor.
Mom didn't see the materialization, but she heard it hit the ground. We
were more perplexed than ever...the tomato had been borrowed and
returned. C. S. Palmer <algoma a pathway net> USA - Tuesday, February 01, 2000 at 17:48:02 (PST) |
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something I had built did something I'd classify as odd.
The circuit was simple: the DC-DC inverter salvaged out of an old xenon
timing light, and one of those hoop-shaped UHF television antennas. I
hooked the inverter to 12 volts DC from a wall adapter, and connected the
high voltage/high frequency secondary to the two leads on the hoop.
Surprisingly, the crude device didn't short out and go up in a fireball;
and I could hear the inverter make a faint "whining" sound from the
transformer laminations vibrating.
Somewhere along the line, I got the bright idea to stick something inside
the loop and see what (if anyhthing) would happen - I expected at most
some magnetic oddity. So I suspended an ordinary steel paper clip in the
exact center of the ring with fine sewing thread, and plugged the circuit
in. The paper clip developed a faint blue glow around it, and about ten or
fifteen seconds in, IT VANISHED, leaving the sewing thread dangling free.
Where did it go?
What makes this so odd? It's that when I reversed the polarity of the
hoop (by doing the 'ol switcheroo of the two high voltage leads) and
repowered the thing, the paper clip reappeared on the thread amidst a
faint blue corona like it had the first time around. The paper clip
appeared to be intact, and did not change temperature or exhibit any
obvious metallurgical changes.
So this leaves the question: Where did the paperclip go anyway? Did it
really "transport" to another physical location? Did it slip through our
spacetime and end up in some kind of subspace domain or interfold layer?
Did a quantum phase shift occur, putting it slightly out of phase with the
dimension we exist in? Did it end up in another quantum reality; ie. an
alternate universe? Or did it time-travel to some past or future point?
I think I can rule out a straight "transport" from one physical location
to another; for the paperclip would have likely fallen on its side during
the first half of transport and reappeared in a different physical
orientation; assuming it reappeared at all. It might also come back very
cold (from being briefly exposed to space, should it have been transported
there).
Time travel also seems suspect; a very similar effect might have been
observed upon its return - again, it might not even have been retrievable.
That still leaves the door wide open as to what may have happened to that
paper clip after it vanished from the wire hoop.
About two weeks after this experiment, I came home from school one day to
find the entire apparatus (which had been set up on a dresser) quite
thoroughly destroyed; and I've never been able to re-create these results
nor did I ever find out who smashed th
e piss out of it.
Has anybody else come across some wierd effects in some circuit they
messed with, either intentionally or by accident - not counting the Bajak
flux cap, of course. |
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This happened in 1962 - I was 12 at the time. My Mom was curling her
hair at the bathroom sink in front of the mirror, and I was chatting with
her, sitting beside her to her left. She would reach down and grab a bobby
pin, twist a lock of hair into a donut, stick it into the pin, and reach
down for her big pink plastic comb, comb out another lock of hair, and
repeat the process with a mechanical precision. Except for the this once-
when she reached for the comb, it flicked out of her hand, and made a very
loud "snap". We both thought that it had just fallen into the sink- but NO
COMB! We looked everywhere, even removed everything from under the sink
and the carpet, too- never did find that comb, tho! I have always thought
that it snapped into another dimension or universe- hope it's new owner
doesn't ever drop it! Dave Salyer <ccahmoff a gte net> Clearwater, Fl USA - Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 13:06:25 (PDT) |
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I was just returning home from school. We had a PE class the last
period so my school uniform was in my PE bag. I had put the keys and my
wallet in the sidepocket of the bag. (there are 2 sidepockets.) I don't
know how but I knew that the stuff was in which pocket. So I checked out
that pocket. Empty. But here's how I checked: I put my hand inside and
swung it abroad 2-3 times. I then checked out the corners and all the
sides. Believe me, it was a desperate small search. Then I opened the
pocket WIDE and LOOKED INSIDE IT in clean daylight. I saw the empty
pocket's base and side walls reflect the light BACK. There is no way that
I would be mistaken because the case keys were in, and my wallet are
scrumbly and cannot reflect light like the sides.
The pocket was about 25x25x2 cm (10x10x1 inches)
The key case was 10x6x2.5 cm (4x2x1 inches) (brown and scrumbly)
The wallet was 12x10x2 cm (5x4x1 inches)
So I gave up and checked the other side out. Not there, either. So I said
SHIT and decided to check again. I did not remember if I looked in or
searched with my hand again, but I know I found the key AND the wallet to
be in the first pocket SOON as I checked. The same PLACE where some
seconds ago, I saw LIGHT RAYS go through.
I lived somethings like this both before and after this happening, but I
remember none of them since none were as DESPERATE as this one.
I think now, even though, even IF the wallet and the keycase was there in
the first place, which I would swear by my life were not, me searching
that strong and not finding it would be even more of a
phenomenon... |
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This may sound weird, but it's totally true. I was sitting at my desk
in my bedroom, listening to the TV playing in the background while working
on my homework. I opened up the drawer, saw that the only things in it
were a pen, a pencil, and a sheet of paper, then closed it. About five
minutes later, in which I didn't leave my desk and nobody came into my
room, I looked in the drawer because I needed a new pen. Strangely, the
pen and pencil were gone, and something new was in there. It was a hat, a
worn out grey hat with the Nike symbol on it, but no label. I took it out
and looked at it, then put it back and closed the drawer. Then I opened
the drawer and found that it was gone and the pen and pencil were back. I
kept opening and closing the drawer, but the hat never came back in there.
The next morning, I put on my coat and went outside. I checked in the
pockets, and found the hat! That night I put it back in the drawer, and
haven't seen it since. Jon Specht <zoogy +man2 a yahoo com> McGregor, IA USA - Wednesday, July 07, 1999 at 18:10:09 (PDT) |
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I don't know if this exactly qualifies as a vanishing/reappearing
object story but this incident occured a few years ago. Six of us were
over at a friends house to watch TV. Toward the end of the evening we were
all went outside to smoke cigarettes. We were seated in somewhat of a
circle. I was telling a story to the rest of the group while I finished my
cigarette. Upon finishing the cigarette I tossed it on the ground next to
my chair. I watched it hit the ground with a little flurry of sparks. I
immediately looked up and continued my story. I brought my hand up from
the arm of the chair to emphasize a point in the story and there was a
cigarette in my hand! I looked at it quizically for a moment and then
looked at the ground where I thought I had thrown it. While I was looking
around everyone was sitting and looking at me stunned. They had all seen
what happened. Odd thing was there was no cigarette on the ground next to
me. It was not windy, nobody had moved, others had seen me toss the
cigarette, and yet there was no evidence of it. The patio is a large flat
concrete one with no slope at all. When I brought my arm back up to the
arm of the chair I was sitting in there was no cig in my hand. Only when I
raised my arm did this cigarette magically appear.
Just a strange incident that nobody has been able to explain. |
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A few years ago I apprenticed as a mechanic in a local shop. Near the
front of our main hoist was a wall which had several hooks on which were
hung various tools. The hoist was located only a few feet from the west
wall and the above mentioned wall was only about 3-4 feet to the south.
Throughout the time that I worked there, several small
items(nuts,bolts,and other small objects) were occasionally dropped on the
floor near the south wall. Almost none of the objects dropped were ever
found. even after looking for several minutes. I can understand one or
two "dissapearing" but this happened many, many times. I have spent quite
a bit of time looking. As I was designated floor sweeper, I should have
come across at least some of it. Even the other mechanics joked about a
"black hole" at the front of that one hoist after a while. I remember one
time I dropped a 6" long bolt on the floor while working on my own truck.
I joked silently that I could kiss that goodbye. I looked for half an
hour in that small corner. I watched it hit the floor and roll towards
that wall, but never found it. I wonder if it still goes on
there? Rod Peters <Petersr a uniserve com> Vanderhoof, BC CANADA - Sunday, May 09, 1999 at 20:26:42 (PDT) |
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I really enjoy reading all of these facinating stories here.I have a
open mind ( my friends think sometimes it is to open though!) Any way.
about 3-4 nights ago I got 2 magazines down from a shelf to read before
going to bed. I set them down at the front of my bed. I definently
remember getting 2 of them. I set both of them on top of some other
magazines. I remember seeing both of them out of the corner of my eye
while getting into bed. I turned my back to them and pulled the sheets
over me. But now here is the weird part: There was only one magazine
sitting on top of the others. I have looked all over my bedrooom for it
with no success. I don't I will ever find it...I really don't have an
explination for why it "vanished into thin air". But I don't belieive it
was a random act of subspace anomoly or anything like that. I think that
whatever took that magazine has some kind of intelegence behind it. It it
was some kind of dimentioal shift it should have taken other things too.
Put nothing else was affected. By the way I had just got done playing
around with a low power Tesla coil.. though I doubt that had ANYTHING to
do with it... Well if you want to contact me at any time you got my email
address. But for even better communications I have ICQ. My number is 18430771....Mr. Bionics. Thanx! Isaiah <mritchey a gervais com> Or. USA - Friday, April 16, 1999 at 01:27:14 (PDT) |
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Disappearing toilet-paper: One day, after doing my business, something very strange seemed to have happened. There was no toilet-paper in the toilet. This was very odd, since I did use some. I hadn't flushed, and I checked all over the place - floor, under the mat, in my pants, etc. I never found the toilet-paper, and it was very strange... I'm absolutlely certain I dropped the toilet-paper INTO the toilet, but it was not there.
This really does sound unbeleivable, and because it sounds so rediculous,
it will be seen as hogwash.
I can assure you though, this did happen to me, and I still don't know
what happened to the paper.
This sounds like a joke even to me, knowing it happened to me. Beleive me
- I'm not insane! |
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After reading some more reports (which I consider to be extremely
valuable) I recalled this event from my childhood: I and a friend were
playing with a "King Tut" toy. This is a mummy and a sarcophagus; the
mummy will lay still if you know how to do it or jump out of the
sarcophagus if you don't. It works with a sliding magnet. Well I handed it
to my friend, the mummy jumped out towards the wall of the house. I know
where, because we were next to the fireplace. We looked for a very long
time (because the toy was so cool!) and did not find the mummy. Some days
later, I was kicking around on the grass RIGHT OUTSIDE WHERE IT
DISAPPEARED and found the mummy. I thought, having an embryonic scientific
mind, that it might have gone through the fireplace, but on examination of
the fireplace I could find no path. The windows had been shut. It remained
a small mystery, and only surfaced after reading about a similar
occurrence in these pages.(I also solved the mystery of the prevalent
typos in these pages. The type goes off screen and there is no chance to
correct it!) Bill Colburn <rrgp a juno com> Los Gatos, ca USA - Saturday, May 02, 1998 at 01:56:57 (PDT) |
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On the last Saturday of September, 1987, I was at my mother's
house. 10 a.m. I got up to take a shower in the blue
bathroom (my parents used the other bathroom exclusively).
I had a pair of khaki pants that I went to put on. As I
fastened the button, I felt it pop off (I had noticed it was
coming loose). I heard and saw it hit the side of the sink,
and 'saw' it peripherally head toward the floor. I went on
dressing, then proceeded to look for the button. I tore the
bathroom apart for one and one half HOURS, looking for a
cream-colored button with olive green splashes, in a medium
to dark blue bathroom. I even looked in the sink and bath
drains! ONE WEEK LATER, I was in the same bathroom, again
about 10 a.m. taking a shower. I had sewn a new button on
the khaki pants and put them on again. I was finishing up
dressing when I felt a 'pat' on the lower leg of my pants.
I looked down and THERE WAS THE ORIGINAL BUTTON! It was
about 2 inches inside both edges of the corner of the DARK
BLUE bathroom rug, and extremely visible. I confirmed that
my mother had not entered the room the entire week. I am
positive I would have noticed the button there as soon as
I walked in to the room that morning, if it were there.
With a friend one night, getting extremely drunk, I
tried to figure out a way that this entire event could have
been documented in the first place -- a dated camera taking
a picture of it falling & disappearing, then staying in place
for the entire week, then noting its reappearance, but I
still think someone would have cried, "FAKE". I have yet to
meet anyone who has believed my story. I have another time/
space type disappearance/reappearance story if anyone is
interested. NGB <john01rhys a aol com> Louisville, KY USA - Wednesday, July 23, 1997 at 07:10:31 (PDT) |
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