There are many things in this world that cannot be explained or yet explored. Yet, the sciences and math probabilities are able to explain some of the things going on but not all. Could it explain what is in the deepest depths of the ocean, what about the strange space, earth, and human anomalies, why we can't explain cold cases or missing person cases that are never reopened, what happens when something or someone goes through a black hole in space (hypothetically speaking), and etc? There's so many questions left to be answered.
It's an exploration race of knowledge beyond our capabilities which we are slowly learning more about and who knows what point of time it will take us to get there. It seems like there are a lot of dark subjects that haven't been shown the light of day and dedication to be worked into so we know the Earth and Space more and what we are capable of. It seems like there maybe a lot of curious minded people who are wondering about what the future holds and the mysteries and tales of the past, present and future.
What will the future hold? Will we discover what lies in the parts unknown and the tales of our own planet?
Seems like in every culture there are ways that we are influenced like censorships or censoring.
In each culture, we are brought up in a certain way and uniquely different. For example, some are brought up in a fast-paced environment, religious stand point, minimalistic, independently, group efforts, and etc.
For example, nudity. Nudity is an al naturale part of life and we deal with it on an everyday part of life. But when it comes to the tv or some media news outlets, the intimate areas of the body maybe blurred out depending on where you are at in the world. But, why be censored out when it’s an al naturale part of the human race? So, would it be an unnecessary censorship across all cultures?
Another example is foul language. Foul language maybe a part of the everyday talk for some. But why censor all foul language especially when it comes to media? Is it really that offensive? Maybe for some I suppose….
The last example I have would be the subject of the deceased. For example if the deceased have died in some horrific instance and the media would most likely not show the pictures/videos, and/or blacken or fuzz out the worst parts of the photo or video. But death is a natural thing. But, things maybe to upsetting to see, the loved ones of the deceased may not want the information leaked and want the person to be remembered in a better manner, and/or the “culture norms” of that country. Yea, not all deaths are horrific but some can be more on the peaceful side.
So, what else would you include in the unnecessary censorship?
We are all human, living all on one planet, and living together to hopefully make the world a better place or at least we try to.
Throughout history, there are rough and ugly patches that were recorded and will be remembered for future references. But, we seem to question why these events happened. There maybe significant clues to why some events happened or started while others may never be known and some were just a part of one’s culture. Some examples of some rough and ugly patches of history would be segregation/separation, slavery, maltreatment practices, unsafe working conditions, concentration camps, stigmatization, and so much more.
In recent years, people are wanting to spread awareness that black/white/lgbtq+/religion/…….. (list goes on and on) lives matter in peaceful to unpeaceful manner (depending on circumstances on that point in time and person).
But, it’s not just about one specific life matters. We get that you and others have concerns about where you belong and want to share it with the world and hopefully to make a change or spark of something. It may spark others to join in.
Is it a part of a revolution or fad? How far are you willing to go? Has it started to become too extreme, is it just started to stir the pot, or still on the low end of the spectrum?
What about all lives matter? We all matter in this world. We all want a fair world with equality. No hate just love, no worries be happy, and we do what we can.
Aside from the negatives throughout history, there are positives. We have figured out what to fix or not to do in future history. We have revolutionized the medical field so we could save more lives and to have a longer lifespan, create technology that doesn’t use nonrenewable resources, start of buckling down on security measures so citizens could live in a safe society, working on trade routes and other countries relations, and the list continues.
We as humans, we just want the best for us. But, how far are you willing to go to change the mindset of those who are wanting to stuck with traditional ways? Although traditions can be a good thing, it shows what we were brought up on. But times are changing and the human population is growing. We have to accommodate everyone of Earths citizens. We shall not leave one struggle and be left behind.
There is a topic of stigmas. Yea, there stigmas attached to every single topic. Stigmas can hold us back. Stigmas could affect people in being able get employment, education, travel, help of any kind, food and water, and etc. So stop stigmatizing all together, it is not helping anyone.
If we are not willing to help our neighbors, why bother in what we’re trying to do. There are a lot of corruption. Corruption are those who may be those of the greedy and toxic people. Those people think mostly of themselves. We don’t need them to fight for us and to think they actually “know” what is good for us.
We need those who are willing to help us that are pure and actually wanting to help to be there for citizens. We should be there for our fellow neighbors. We shall leave no one behind or struggle. ALLLIVESMATTER, not just one. We ARE ALL THE SAME. We all may have different skin tones and genders. and/or be a part of different religions/other groups/labels but we are the same; HUMAN. Being a part of these different things does NOT separate us, make us a sub-human of each other or other classification. We are all the same level of species, no need of arguing about it. We should be proud we are human. We should live in pride and celebrate how far we have accomplished so far and live to our full happiness and no worries.
Remember to BE KIND and LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
I’m Only Human by Rag’n’bone Man (2017)
I’m only human
I’m only, I’m only
I’m only human, human
Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
Thinking I can see through this and see what’s behind
Got no way to prove it, so maybe I’m lying
But I’m only human after all
I’m only human after all
Don’t put your blame on me
Don’t put your blame on me
Take a look in the mirror and what do you see?
Do you see it clearer, or are you deceived
In what you believe?
‘Cause I’m only human after all
You’re only human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put your blame on me
Some people got the real problems
Some people out of luck
Some people think I can solve them
Lord heavens above
I’m only human after all
I’m only human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t ask my opinion, don’t ask me to lie
Then beg for forgiveness for making you cry
Making you cry
‘Cause I’m only human after all
I’m only human after all
Don’t put your blame on me
Don’t put the blame on me
Some people got the real problems
Some people out of luck
Some people think I can solve them
Lord heavens above
I’m only human after all
I’m only human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put the blame on me
I’m only human; I make mistakes
I’m only human, that’s all it takes
To put the blame on me
Don’t put the blame on me
I’m no prophet or Messiah
You should go looking somewhere higher
I’m only human after all
I’m only human after all
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put the blame on me
I’m only human, I do what I can
I’m just a man, I do what I can
Don’t put the blame on me
Don’t put your blame on me
The Bellaire House has been said to have a lot of paranormal activity from the days of the Native Americans to present day. It seems as though you hear those who once resided in this home at one point. Could it because of a lot of portals still open at this location or portals opened nearby?
You decide if it is the most haunted location nearby?
For more history check out the information in the link below.
Over time, there are mysteries that people may not be able to solve.
Here are some of the mysteries that may anywhere on the spectrum of completely unsolvable to currently being worked on.
(Names of the mysteries are links for citations from webpages founded and are used for the description of)
Air France 447–>After taking off from Rio de Janeiro in 2009, Air France Flight 447 disappeared from radar screens about three hours later. It took five days for search crews to discover the wreckage of the Airbus A330 in the Atlantic Ocean, and two full years before the flight data recorder was recovered from the bottom of the sea. It was later determined that the plane — which was flying on autopilot — had crashed after ice crystals formed on the flight instruments, which forced the plane’s autopilot equipment to disconnect, eventually causing the plane to stall. All 228 passengers and crew on the flight died. Three French officials who helped to investigate the crash of Air France 447 are currently working on the Malaysian Airlines Flight 370 disappearance, according to the Sun Daily of Malaysia. The two incidents are often compared to one another, since both disappearances occurred during the modern era of flight on aircraft with a full complement of sophisticated electronic communication equipment.
2003 Boeing 727-223–> One of the weirder airplane disappearances in recent years occurred in 2003 when a Boeing 727-223 was stolen from an airport in Luanda, Angola. Formerly an American Airlines passenger jet, the plane was leased to an Angolan airline and subsequently grounded for financial reasons.It’s believed by some that an American mechanic named Ben Charles Padilla was on board when the airplane taxied down the runway and took off. Padilla has never been seen or heard from since, and the plane has never been found. Was Padilla alone when he took off? Did the plane crash into the Atlantic Ocean? Most analysts have concluded that the aircraft’s transponder was disabled or missing, making retrieval an unlikely event. Though numerous conspiracy theories exist, the mystery has never been solved.
Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571–>In perhaps the most infamous airplane disappearance ever, a 1972 chartered flight carrying 45 people from Uruguay to Chile crashed due to pilot error in a remote spot high in the Andes Mountains. Searchers from three countries looked for the plane, but after eight days, the search was called off. During that time, the wreck’s 27 survivors struggled to remain alive in extreme cold with little food. After an avalanche killed an additional eight people, and with little hope of survival — especially after hearing a radio report that their search had been abandoned — the remaining survivors resorted to cannibalism. Two people from the crash site, however, were able to trek through the mountains and find help. After 72 days, the last of the wreck’s 16 survivors were rescued.
Flying Tiger Line Flight 739–>In 1962, a Lockheed L-1049 operated by the flying Tiger Line was transporting U.S. servicemen from California to Vietnam. After refueling at an air base in Guam, the airplane and all 107 passengers disappeared somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. After an eight-day search involving thousands of people from the U.S. military, the search for the aircraft and any survivors was called off. The crew of a Liberian tanker claimed to have seen a bright light in the sky at roughly the time the flight would have passed over, according to TIME, but the disappearance of the aircraft remains a mystery to this day.
Glenn Miller–>Glenn Miller was one of the most celebrated musicians of the 20th century, leading the Glenn Miller Orchestra to international acclaim. And as an enlisted airman during World War II, Miller was charged with rallying the morale of troops overseas. But before a scheduled appearance at a Christmas concert in Paris, Miller took off from an airstrip in England under heavy fog with his pilot, Lt. Col. Norman Baessell. Miller never arrived at his concert in Paris, leading to numerous theories about his disappearance. Did Miller’s plane crash into the English Channel in bad weather and sink? Was he downed by friendly fire from the Royal Air Force? Or did he actually arrive in Paris, only to die of a heart attack in the arms of a French prostitute? The disappearance is a matter of wild speculation, but the truth may never be known.
The Vanishing Crew of the Carroll A. Deering–>On the morning of January 31, 1921, the Carroll A. Deering was spotted off the shore of Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. The five-masted commercial schooner had last made contact with land two days before, when Captain Jacobson of the Cape Lookout Lightship fielded a call from the ship. He reported speaking with a thin, red-haired man with a foreign accent, who claimed that the ship had lost its anchors, and its crew was milling about the deck in an unusual fashion. Due to inclement weather, the ship was unreachable for another several days after it was seen on the sandbar, and when rescue crews finally boarded the ship on February 4, it was completely empty. Though all of the crew’s belongings, the ship’s log and navigation devices, and the lifeboats were gone, it appeared that a meal was being prepared at the time of the crew’s disappearance. The only sign of life left on the ship was a few cats.Here’s what’s known about the Deering: It was a cargo ship that departed from Norfolk, Virginia, on September 8, 1920, reaching its South-American destination in Rio De Janiero by late November. After delivering the ship’s freight, the crew stayed in Rio another several days before heading back for North America on December 2. During a stopover in Barbados on January 9 to pick up supplies, Hugh Norton – a captain from another ship – overheard First Mate Charles B. McLellan tell of growing frustrations with the captain of the Deering, Captain W. B. Wormell. According to McLellan, the captain had poor eyesight and little ability to lead the crew. Wormell had been a last-minute replacement for the original captain, William M. Merritt. Before the Deering set sail, Merritt became extremely ill, delaying the ship in Delaware for nearly two weeks. It turned out Captain Merritt’s son, S. E. Merritt, had been the intended first mate. But he decided to stay with his father to help him recover, so McLellan became his last-minute fill-in – and Wormell became captain. Captain Wormell had his own doubts about the crew, which he confided to a trusted friend. His concerns were founded: Before leaving Barbados, McLellan was arrested for threatening Wormell’s life. Luckily for McLellan, the Captain forgave him and bailed him out of jail. Afterward, the ship and her crew continued northward towards home. But they never made it; their ship found drifting off shore in North Carolina just a few weeks later. When the Coast Guard came to rescue the Deering, they boarded the ship in an attempt to look for clues. A few strange things stood out: The captains quarters had foot prints from three different pairs of boots, meaning a handful of people had been in and out of his personal chamber. There was an extra bed in the room, and it had been recently slept in. On his desk there was a map charting the ship’s movements; it was marked in the captain’s handwriting up until January 23 – then another person with completely different writing had taken over tracking the ship’s course. Over time, there have been plenty of theories as to just what happened in the days between January 29 and January 31, 1921. The most widely held view is that there was a mutiny aboard the ship, after which the crew fled with the lifeboats. This theory is based largely on the testimony of Captain Norton in Barbados about the tension between crew and Captain, as well as the unnatural state of the crew on deck when spotted by Captain Jacobson. However, others claim that there is no way lifeboats could have made it to shore, plus no bodies were recovered from the area. Alternative theories include pirate hijacking (the captain’s widow thought this was the true cause), Prohibition-era rum runners overtaking the ship, and even paranormal activity – they were sailing through the Bermuda Triangle, after all. At one point, the government thought they had found the true cause of the Deering disappearance after a man named Christopher Gray said he discovered a message in a bottle on a North Carolina beach. The message read: DEERING CAPTURED BY OIL BURNING BOAT SOMETHING LIKE CHASER. TAKING OFF EVERYTHING HANDCUFFING CREW. CREW HIDING ALL OVER SHIP NO CHANCE TO MAKE ESCAPE. FINDER PLEASE NOTIFY HEADQUARTERS DEERING. Gray later confessed he had forged the message after applying for a job at the Cape Lookout Lightship, where the Deering had last been seen. Gray thought solving the mystery would help him land the job, but it ended up landing him in federal custody. Now, more than 90 years later, the mystery still remains, and the truth about the Carroll A. Deering and her vanishing crew may never be known.
SS Ourang Meden–>What happened to SS Ourang Medan or “Man from Medan” in Malaysia is perhaps one of the most fascinating and mind-boggling mysteries that ever existed in seafaring history. Everything began with an SOS message in 1947 that mentioned the captain, along with the rest of the crew, was dead. What’s worse, even the telegrapher died during the transmission of the message. When the Silver Star was able to receive the distress call and went to inspect the ship, they confirmed the deaths of all aboard. Speculations of ghosts, hazardous chemicals, and even aliens have been raised, but there is still no conclusion as to what actually happened.
Bodies on the Hill: The Enduring Mystery of the Lead Masks Case–>Bodies are found every day, often under mysterious circumstances. Most of these discoveries are eventually explained away; their deaths are the result of foul play or suicide, illness or accident. But some cases are so strange that they defy explanation—even after all the evidence has been collected. Such is the story of Brazil’s Lead Masks Case. On August 20, 1966, a young man was flying a kite on Vintem Hill in a suburb of Rio de Janeiro, when he spotted the bodies of two men farther up the hill. He reported the matter to police who weren’t able to reach the bodies until the following day due to rough terrain. When they did arrive, they found a truly bizarre scene. The two men were stretched out side by side, dressed in matching formal suits covered by raincoats and—most perplexing of all—lead masks that veiled their eyes. While some accounts described these lead masks as the kind used to protect against radiation, other sources indicate that they were quite different in design. Protective masks typically cover the whole head, with goggles or enclosed sight slits. These homemade masks were more like lead blindfolds that completely covered the eyes but left the rest of the face exposed. While wearing them, it would have been impossible for the men to see anything. The pair was identified as Manoel Pereira da Cruz and Miguel José Viana. Alongside their bodies authorities found a water bottle, two wet towels, and a notebook. The notebook contained lists of parts and other information related to their occupations as electronic technicians. One page, however, contained cryptic instructions that seemed to relate to the their mysterious deaths. “16:30 be at the specified location. 18:30 ingest capsules, after the effect protect metals await signal mask.”
There were no signs of trauma, no evidence of a struggle, and no obvious cause of death for either of the men. In spite of references to ingesting capsules, toxicology reports were not run on the bodies. The reason? According to reports, the coroner was simply overwhelmed with work at the time. Police, who had no particular reason to suspect foul play, did not push matters. Investigations performed by journalists both professional and amateur revealed that the men might have been members of a “scientific spiritualists” collective. The paranormal group was apparently popular among local electronic technicians. One account suggested that another technician had died some four years earlier atop a different hill under similar circumstances. He too was found wearing a lead mask. A friend of the two men claimed that these scientific spiritualists were interested in trying to contact extraterrestrials or spirits, and that they had even constructed a contraption in one member’s backyard to facilitate contact. When police searched the homes of the men from Vintem Hill, they found the tools necessary to make their homemade lead masks, and a book that contained highlighted passages about the “intense luminosity” of the entities they hoped to reach. Such expectations of bright light might explain the need for their lead eye coverings. Other sources said that the spiritualist community would ingest psychedelic drugs to aid in their communication attempts. This has led many to conclude that the two men who died on Vintem Hill perished from accidental drug overdoses. Adding fuel to the fire of speculation, local newspapers ran stories a few days after the bodies were found in which a resident claimed to see a “round orange UFO” hovering over the hill on the same night that the men had been there. What the two men hoped to accomplish that night on Vintem Hill will likely never be known. Whether their deaths were the result of drug overdoses or contact with the otherworldly, they left behind a mystery as strange as any you’ll likely find—and one that baffles skeptics and believers alike to this day.
Dorothy Arnold–>Young Dorothy Arnold lived a life of class in New York City. Her father was a wealthy perfume importer, and her family had descended from the original Mayflower passengers. A student of literature, Dorothy spent her days writing with the grand hopes of publishing—much to the amusement of her family and friends. Then, on December 12, 1910, after a pleasant encounter with an acquaintance while shopping along Fifth Avenue, Dorothy Arnold vanished without a trace. She had between 25 to 30 dollars on hand—a great deal of cash at the time—and intended to buy a new dress for her younger sister’s upcoming debutante party. Dorothy never made it to any dress shops, however. In fact, after she said goodbye to her friend on 27th Street, it is entirely uncertain what happened to her. Her friend had said that Dorothy planned to cut through Central Park on her way home. But by dinnertime, she had not yet returned. Dorothy’s parents, Francis and Mary Arnold, grew concerned; their daughter never missed family meals without first informing them of her whereabouts. After calling several of Dorothy’s friends and finding that no one had seen her, the Arnolds’ concern grew. At the same time, the well-to-do Arnolds wished to maintain an appearance of composure and propriety. They kept Dorothy’s disappearance hidden from the outside world. When one of Dorothy’s friends called the house on December 13, Mary lied and said that her daughter had indeed returned, but was in bed with a headache. Secretly, the family hired private Pinkerton detectives, who worked tirelessly to find their missing daughter. Several weeks went by, and the private investigators were unsuccessful in uncovering any reliable leads. They urged the family to contact authorities. Reluctantly, the Arnolds filed a missing person’s report with the police in mid-January, 1911. Later that month, at the insistence of the police, Francis Arnold held a press conference in his home, which catapulted the case from a private family matter to a media-sensationalized public affair. Theories about Dorothy’s disappearance abounded. The PIs had discovered brochures from transatlantic steam-liners in Dorothy’s room the day after she had disappeared. One theory stated that she had secretly eloped and moved to Europe. A summer affair with one George Griscom Jr. seemed to corroborate this story, but it soon fell apart; George too had been searching for Dorothy, rather than living with her in Europe. Weeks passed and additional theories surfaced, each testing the limits of plausibility. Some believed that Dorothy had undergone an illegal abortion and died from the procedure; her burial or cremation was kept secret by the underground clinic. This possibility gained traction in 1916, when the doctor of a raided abortion clinic in Pennsylvania told police that Arnold had indeed died in his care. Francis Arnold dismissed the claims as nonsense. Others maintained that the young socialite was murdered; yet no one could give a plausible cause for the slaying or present clues as to her body’s whereabouts. Others still suggested that Dorothy had slipped on a sidewalk while walking along Fifth Avenue. She hit her head on the concrete and suffered amnesia that caused her to forget her identity. No hospitals had any record of female patients that matched Dorothy’s description at the time of her disappearance. Yet another rumor spread that claimed Dorothy had committed suicide—apparently because of her extreme disappointment over having two of her stories rejected for publication. Despite the many theories that followed in the wake of Dorothy’s disappearance, no real traction was ever made. In all, Francis Arnold spent about $250,000 attempting to locate his missing daughter. He died believing that she was dead, and left her no part of his estate in his will. His wife Mary, however, refused to give up. She remained hopeful until her death in 1928 that Dorothy was out there somewhere. No doubt, Mary Arnold was encouraged—or haunted—by the numerous sightings of her daughter that surfaced in the years after that fateful December evening in 1910.
Sodder Children–>A drive to Fayetteville, West Virginia is nothing short of inspiring. Winding roads pass dark groves of sycamore and ash that cling to the ridged steps of the Appalachian Mountains. Around one bend, near the community of Hawk’s Nest, is a kitschy relic of roadside Americana, the Mystery Hole. Entering Fayetteville itself, you cross the impressive New River Gorge Bridge, a 3,030-foot steel arch that spans the cool waters of the New River. But for decades, travelers coming into Fayetteville were treated to a far more somber site: a billboard depicting the photos of five children and a plaintive plea from their parents seeking news about their fates. The official explanation of the disappearance of the Sodder children—Maurice, Martha, Louis, Jennie, and Betty, aged 5 to 14—is that they died in a fire that consumed the Sodder family house on Christmas Eve 1945. The alternative explanation entertained by the Sodder parents, the Sodder children who survived the blaze, and an active network of amateur sleuths, is that the children were kidnapped from the burning home as retribution against the family. George and Jennie Sodder were both Italian immigrants, although only George, who immigrated when he was 13, spent an appreciable amount of time in his home country. The couple was a shining example of the American dream; George went from working railroads in Pennsylvania to owning a small trucking company in West Virginia. He and his wife had 10 children and lived in a two-story home just north of Fayetteville, where many Italian immigrants and their descendants had settled. George was many things—a hard worker, a dedicated family man—but he never shied away from sharing his beliefs. He frequently discussed his disapproval of fascist dictator Benito Mussolini, who was seen by some pre-World War II Italian Americans as a model of strength who had made Italy great again. Arguments with other Italian Americans were common, and the family claimed that during the war years, George was the subject of threats. On Christmas Eve 1945, the family was celebrating with nine of their 10 children. War was over, which meant that eldest son Joe would soon return from the army. Daughter Marion had bought presents for the youngest Sodder siblings with income from a new job. At night, five of the Sodder children retired to the upstairs attic for bed. In the middle of night, around 1 a.m., Jennie Sodder awoke to a bang on the roof followed by a rolling noise. She drifted back to sleep, but awoke 30 minutes later to the smell of smoke. It wasn’t long before she discovered a fire burning from a fuse box in George’s office. The Christmas lights still twinkled in the living room downstairs, and the children were still asleep in the attic. George, Jennie, Marion, two-year-old Sylvia, and two of the older Sodder boys escaped the house; one of these boys, John Sodder, initially claimed that he went upstairs to wake his siblings. He later changed his account, saying he had only called up to them. The fire could not have occurred at a more disastrous time. It was Christmas and the middle of the night; the town of Fayetteville was shut down. Many local men were still in the military, and the fire department was barely staffed. In addition, a series of mysterious misfortunes made rescue impossible. A high ladder, usually stored against an external wall, had vanished. The water in the water barrel was frozen and the phone line was down. George Sodder tried to start his trucks, so he could park below the attic window, climb upon the roof and rescue the children. But the engines wouldn’t start, despite working fine earlier that week. Desperately, George climbed the walls and broke open an attic window, cutting his arm in the process. Even still, he could not reach the upstairs bedroom. Heartbroken, the Sodder family watched as their house and, they assumed, their five children burned through the night. The fire department didn’t arrive until eight o’clock the following morning. One reason for the lateness? Fayetteville’s fire chief F.J. Morris, who could not drive his own department’s fire truck. A cursory two-hour examination ensued, even though fire investigations often lasted days, or even weeks. No bones were found, and the Sodders were told their children must have burned away completely. Later, George Sodder, unable to endure the sight of his ruined home, used a bulldozer to bury what remained under five feet of dirt. In the coming weeks, the Sodders came to believe their children had, in fact, been kidnapped—perhaps by Mafia members, who resented George’s anti-Mussolini rants. The missing house ladder was found tossed into a nearby ravine. Investigators concluded the fire was the result of faulty wiring, even though George recently had an electrician rewire the house and the Christmas lights remained on as the fire burned. A nearby hotel owner claimed to have hosted strange lodgers traveling with a set of children. After chatting with a local crematorium employee, Jennie Sodder determined there was no way the children’s bones could have been incinerated. The Sodders hired a private investigator, who soon unearthed a shocking lead. Fayetteville’s fire chief F.J. Morris had apparently found a heart among the ashes of the house. He secretly packed the heart into a box and then buried it. The tip was initially confessed to a minister, who confirmed the account to George Sodder. When confronted with the accusation, Morris admitted to the story. He took Sodder to the spot where he buried the remains. Indeed, a box was buried in the ground with some flesh inside, but a local funeral director declared it was fresh beef liver that had never been exposed to extreme heat. Many point to this bizarre twist as evidence that Morris was indeed trying to convince the Sodders that their children had died in the fire, throwing them off of the youngsters’ true fate. In a sense, the theory may be true—Morris may have been trying to convince the Sodders that their children died that night. But it wasn’t because he was covering up a kidnapping. Rather, he was covering up his own incompetence. By the chief’s own admission, he could not drive his department’s fire truck. The short two-hour investigation on Christmas morning was hardly adequate. And George Sodder may well have buried the Sodder children’s remains too deeply when he bulldozed dirt over the smoldering ruins of the house. The Sodders themselves never abandoned the theory that their children had been kidnapped. Billboards and advertisements asked after their fates. In 1967, a photo was sent to the Sodders, claiming to portray a now grown little Louis, although this may have been a cruel trick played on a family whose tragic story had by then become national news. Although multiple follow-ups on various tips have yielded little to no substantive developments, the kidnapping theory lingers to this day.
Agatha Christie–>She was the reigning queen of detective fiction’s Golden Age – but Agatha Christie’s most intriguing mystery remains her unsolved disappearance in 1926. On a chilly December evening, the 36-year-old Christie vanished from her English estate in Sunningdale, Berkshire. While the famed author reportedly left a note that claimed she had gone on vacation, the discovery of her car suggested otherwise. The vehicle was found at the edge of a quarry not far from her home, abandoned with its hood up and lights on. Inside sat Christie’s fur coat, her old driver’s license, and a bag of clothes. There was no sign of the woman herself. Authorities suspected murder. News of Christie’s disappearance spread quickly, and a massive manhunt commenced. Over a thousand officers and 15,000 volunteers combed the countryside while dredge teams scoured the surrounding lakes and streams. A fleet of biplanes searched from the skies – the first in England’s history for a missing person case. Even fellow mystery writers joined in on the hunt. Dorothy L. Sayers visited the crime scene, later using her observations as inspiration for Unnatural Death. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle presented one of Christie’s gloves to a medium in hopes of enlisting spirits to solve the mystery. By the end of the week, Christie’s disappearance had become a national obsession. Just who could have murdered the Queen of Crime? Many suspected Christie’s husband, Colonel Archie Christie. The old Colonel had struck up an affair with a younger woman named Nancy Neele, and made no attempt to hide his fling from his wife. On the day of Christie’s disappearance, the couple reportedly quarreled after Archie announced that he planned to spend the weekend with his mistress. Agatha Christie remained missing for 11 days. Then, on December 14th, she was finally found – not in a shallow grave but hiding out at the Swan Hydropathic Hotel in Harrogate, England. A local musician spotted her, having recognized her face. Oddly, Agatha had signed in to the spa as Theresa Neele from Cape Town, borrowing the last name of her husband’s lover. The twist ending shocked the public. Some angrily dismissed her disappearance as a publicity stunt for her latest novel, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. Others surmised an upset Christie merely sought to teach her cheating husband a lesson. Others still suggested darker motives – suicidal depression, a clever scheme to frame Archie and his mistress for murder. Christie herself said very little about the disappearance. She rarely discussed the matter in interviews and the bizarre episode does not appear in her autobiography. In the days after her return, the author blamed her vanishing on a mysterious dream state, in which she took on an entirely new identity: “For 24 hours I wandered in a dream, and then found myself in Harrogate as a well-contented and perfectly happy woman who believed she had just come from South Africa.”
Eliza Lam–>On February 1, 2013, Elisa Lam vanished while staying at the Cecil Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. The 21-year-old Canadian college student was in the middle of a solo west coast tour at the time of the disappearance. In an attempt to locate her, the Los Angeles Police Department released the last known images they had of Lam—a snippet of security footage taken in the hotel’s elevator on the day of her vanishing.But the clip was far from ordinary.In the video, Lam enters the elevator and presses nearly all the buttons, causing the car to stall. As the doors remain open, Lam peeks out into the hallway, exiting and re-entering several times. She rocks in place and gestures with her arms, as if communicating with someone off-camera. Her movement is unsteady. Finally, Lam disappears down the hall to her left, the elevator doors closing behind her. The chilling clip made its way online, where it quickly went viral. Some theorized that Lam was on drugs, that she was mentally ill, or both. Others claimed she was possessed, or hiding from someone—or something—that can’t be seen on the video. Two weeks passed, and Elisa Lam remained missing. At the same time, guests at the Cecil began complaining of low water pressure in their rooms and brownish water seeping out of the tap. On the morning of February 19, a hotel employee named Santiago Lopez went to check on the hotel’s four rooftop water tanks. He noticed the top hatch to one tank was open. Lopez climbed a set of ladders and peered inside; he was horrified by what he saw. Floating face up in the water near the top of the tank was the body of a young woman. It was Elisa Lam. Lopez told the police that no one could access the roof without tripping an alarm. In fact, he had to deactivate the alarm system before stepping out himself. Only hotel staff possessed the keys to the rooftop stairwell and door. According to the hotel’s engineer, even if you did reach the roof without setting off an alarm, you’d have to climb onto the water tank platform, scale a second ladder to the top of the tanks, lift the heavy metal hatch, and jump inside. To this day, no one knows how Lam reached the roof without setting off the alarm system, or how she gained entrance to the tank—and then, how or why she drowned. The autopsy revealed that Lam’s body was found naked in the water, with her clothing—the same clothes she had been wearing in the elevator video—strewn around her. Her body was moderately decomposed, as it had been approximately two weeks since she was last seen alive. There was no evidence of assault, sexual or otherwise. No drugs, besides ibuprofen, were found in her system. At the time of her death, the water tank was about half to three-quarters full—leading some to question how an able-bodied woman could drown in a relatively small amount of standing water. In preparation for her ill-fated tour of the West Coast Lam had started a Tumblr, Nouvelle/Nouveau, a landing place for quotations and fashion photography. There was nothing unusual about the site itself—though eerily it continued to update even after Lam’s death. While clearly Lam had scheduled her Tumblr to post automatically, it left many to wonder if the dispatches might be messages from beyond the grave. The Lam family filed a wrongful death lawsuit against the Cecil Hotel, but their case was dismissed in late 2015. The judge said that there was nothing that the hotel did to allow Lam to enter the roof, or to suggest that the roof or the water tanks were safe. Though the Cecil Hotel had seen its fair share of deaths, the notoriety of by Lam case pushed its reputation over the edge—the hotel rebranded as the Stay on Main. New name or old, the bizarre death of Elisa Lam lingers on in the halls of this Los Angeles hotel. The chilling security footage lingers on as well … haunting you long after you’ve watched it.
Dyatlov Incident–>There’s orange-tinted tanorexics, and then there’s the victims from Russia’s Dyatlov Incident. In the winter of 1959, nine grad students (two women and seven men) set off on a holiday ski-hike expedition in the Ural Mountains. They never made it home. Over the next few weeks and then months, search and rescue parties uncovered their bodies scattered over the terrain, some only in underwear or wearing each others clothes and others with a distinctly orange tinge. Their tents sat abandoned, full of weather-proof gear, sweaters, and supplies. The sides had been slashed from the inside with knives, as the campers fled into subzero temperatures outside. Rescuers found a single-file trail of barefoot tracks leading down the mountain for about a third of a mile. Five of the friends had tried to make their way back to the encampment, only to die near to a burned out fire about a mile from the tent, their bodies dusted with a few inches of snow. Later the rest of the group was found down a ravine (about 17 feet deep) in a cave they had dug, while trying to take shelter from the cold. Of those four, some had broken bones and internal injuries, and one girl was missing her tongue. What in the world could’ve caused these people to go out of their minds and rush out to their deaths in the freezing cold? Theories about why the campers ran range from avalanches and UFOs to undisclosed nuclear testing in the area (this did happen in Cold War-era Soviet Union after all). Logicians have explained away the fractured limbs and internal injuries by pointing out the bodies found were at the bottom of a rather steep cliff. And as for the lost tongue, scientists and investigators have said it most likely degraded because of conditions – although some reports still maintain it was ripped from the mouth. We like Skeptoid podcast host Brian Dunning’s explanation of events, which includes a loud bang in the night and relatives at an open-casket funeral mistaking a deep tan for orange skin. Whatever really happened, our takeaway is clear: Avoid Siberian snow camping – and tanning beds – at all costs.
Paula Jean Welden–>The village of Bennington, Vermont is an idyllic corner of New England that would have no particular notoriety were it not for Paula Jean Welden. One chilly December afternoon in 1946, the 18-year-old sophomore left her room at Bennington College to go on a hike and was never seen again.The mystery began on December 1, 1946. Paula worked a double shift in the college dining hall, spent some time with her roommate, Elizabeth Johnson, and then decided to go out for a while. According to Johnson, Paula was dressed in a distinctive red parka coat with a fur-lined hood, blue jeans, Top-Sider shoes with thick soles, and a gold Elgin wristwatch with a black band. She also remembered Paula’s last words: “I’m all through with studies; I’m taking a long walk.” Paula’s “long walk” was to be along part of Vermont’s Long Trail, which in total runs 272 miles from the Massachusetts state line to the Canadian border. The cold weather, and Paula’s outfit, suggested that Paula hadn’t planned on being out longer than a few hours. Shortly after, Paula (or a girl in similar clothing with the same physical description) was spotted by Danny Fager. Fager owned a gas station across the street from the college gates, and alleged that he’d seen the girl run up and then down the side of a gravel pit near the college entrance. This would have occurred just after Paula’s departure from her room, around 2:45 p.m. Fifteen minutes later, a man named Louis Knapp claimed to have picked up a young girl hitchhiking on Route 67A near the college. Knapp remembered her appearance as being consistent with Paula’s, and also recalled a seemingly insignificant exchange between himself and the girl. While climbing into his truck, the girl lost her footing; Knapp told her to be careful, but said nothing else until letting her out on Route 9, near the Long Trail. Just before 4 p.m., Paula was again seen—this time by several people in Bickford Hollow—where she appeared to be heading toward the trail. One of those people, Ernie Whitman, warned Paula against traveling into the mountains without heavier clothing; she reportedly ignored him and continued on her way. By the time night fell, Paula’s roommate started to worry. Not wanting to arouse any unnecessary panic, Johnson said nothing to College President Lewis Webster Jones until the next morning. Jones phoned Paula’s parents to ask if she’d gone home for the weekend. Paula’s mother collapsed with worry and was confined to her bed; Paula’s father, engineer W. Archibald Welden, immediately left his Stamford, Connecticut home for Bennington. Upon arriving, Mr. Welden sprang into action by organizing a massive search party, which included local residents as well as students from Bennington and nearby Williams College. After a full day had passed with no results, most of the students gave up in frustration. Mr. Welden called in both the New York and Connecticut State Police to help. Vermont had no state police force at the time, but it did have a State Investigator named Almo Franzoni, whose involvement only served to raise a $5,000 reward for information. Days passed with no resolution. Bizarre leads surfaced in different areas, including one from a waitress in Fall River, Massachusetts, who claimed to have served dinner to a disturbed woman fitting Paula’s description. Oddly, this struck a chord with Mr. Welden; he vanished for 36 hours to pursue the lead. However, no one knew where Mr. Welden had gone until he returned to Bennington. This made some people believe that Mr. Welden was somehow connected to his daughter’s disappearance. When other facts began to surface, Mr. Welden looked even guiltier. Paula and her father reportedly had a falling out over a male suitor, of whom her father disapproved. Mr. Welden soon theorized that Paula’s boyfriend must be the responsible party, but could offer no proof to substantiate his claims other than to say a clairvoyant from Pownal, Vermont told him so. On December 16, Mr. Welden admonished the police for their lack of professionalism and returned to Connecticut. He was particularly aghast that no records had been kept for the first 10 days of the investigation. Once reporters caught wind of this, they descended on Bennington and jotted down everything they could find. The negative press eventually led to the creation of the Vermont State Police in July 1947. Search parties continued on the Long Trail, but poor weather eventually forced the last willing participants to turn away, feeling that any last remains of Paula Jean Welden would most likely be covered and undetectable. Nine years after Paula’s disappearance, a lumberjack came forward. He claimed that he had been in Bickford Hollow when Paula went missing, and he also claimed to know where her body was buried. Attorney Reuben Levin questioned the man incessantly, until the man admitted to making it all up for publicity. Then in 1968, a skeleton was found. Investigators scrambled excitedly, hoping to finally bring closure to the aging cold case. But again, their hopes were dashed; it was determined that the remains were far too old to be Paula. Independent analyses of the Paula Jean Welden case have led to the usual conclusions: she became lost and died in the elements or she ran off with a boyfriend. One of the eerier theories points to the Bennington Triangle, a notorious section of southwestern Vermont where five people (including Paula) vanished between 1945 and 1950. Individuals such as New England author Joseph Citro believe that Paula’s disappearance has an otherworldly explanation. Officially, the unsolved case of Paula Jean Welden remains open, though it is unlikely that it will ever be solved.
Somerton Man–>It’s still considered the most mysterious case in Australia’s history. On December 1, 1948, a man’s body was found propped up against a stone wall at Somerton beach. He had no identification whatsoever – even the tags in his clothes, all made and obtained in America, were missing. A half-smoked cigarette rested on his right shirt collar. Police pillaged his pockets and came up with a laundry list of odd items: an unused second-class rail ticket to Henley Beach, a used bus ticket from the nearby city of Adelaide, an aluminum American-made comb, a half-empty packet of Juicy Fruit gum, cigarettes, and matches. After digging a bit deeper, they found a hidden compartment in his pants with a scrap of paper torn from the last page of a rare book of Persian poetry, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The only words written there: Tamam Shud. “It is finished.” Armed with this one important clue, the police started searching for the book that had originally held the page. A man came forward days later saying he had found the valuable, first-edition tome on the backseat of his car one morning after leaving the window open. The car had been parked near Somerton beach.Inside the book, they found a handwritten cipher, penciled in all caps. One of the lines was crossed out. There was also an unlisted phone number.After experts couldn’t crack the code (they said it wasn’t long enough to establish a pattern in the letters), the police found the owner of the mysterious phone number. Her name was Jessica Thomson, and she worked as a nurse in Somerton. Her house was a stone’s throw from where the dead man was found. Thomson claimed she had never seen the man before, although witnesses later stated they had seen him knocking on Thomson’s door the day before he was found. When she didn’t answer, he left and walked down to the beach. Although police questioned Thomson further, she never gave them any useful information, and they crossed her out as a suspect. An autopsy revealed the man had been extremely healthy and strong, and the coroner ruled a case of foul play. Although police suspected he was poisoned, tests came back inconclusive. If he really died from poisoning, it was a substance that wasn’t known in the country. All the clues – indecipherable code, exotic poison, American-made personal effects – pointed toward the Somerton Man being a Soviet spy. Police suspected Thomson might be a spy as well, but they had no evidence to charge her. After Thomson died, her daughter Kate came forward saying her mother knew more than she told police. Kate had long suspected her Russian-speaking mother to be a former Soviet spy, who not only knew the Somerton Man, but had had an affair with him. In fact, she thought her half-brother, Robin, was probably the man’s son. Government officials have since refused requests to exhume the body and test it for DNA evidence. So even if Kate’s theories are correct, Jessica Thomson and the Somerton Man’s secrets are staying with them in their graves.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Death–>It was a rainy night in October 1849 when the master of the macabre was found slumped in a gutter on the streets of Baltimore, delirious and dressed in ill-fitting clothes. A typesetter for the Baltimore Sun spotted the babbling author and rushed him to Washington College Hospital. Four fitful nights later, a hallucinating Poe finally succumbed to his delirium. Doctors were unable to determine just how Edgar ended up in such a ragged state. Over the years, Poe researchers have crafted their own answers. Here are the 6 most intriguing possibilities.
1. Poe died of cooping
Poe was discovered on election night outside Gunner’s Hall, a pop-up polling station for the day’s events. Many believe the author fell prey to a bizarre brand of voter fraud from the 19th century known as “cooping.” Cooping gangs would kidnap a victim and strong-arm him into repeatedly voting for a candidate under different identities. Disguises were often involved – as was forced consumption of drugs or alcohol. Given Poe’s strange costume, his woozy state and proximity to the ballot box, perhaps the author was duped in the name of bully democracy.
2. Poe died of a previous illness
Poe was on the road when he died in Baltimore, having left Richmond, Virginia for Philadelphia. In the days before his departure, the author reportedly visited a physician, complaining of a fever and weak pulse. Both Poe’s doctor and his wife-to-be advised against the journey. What’s more, Poe reportedly passed through Philadelphia in the midst of a cholera epidemic earlier that year, and was convinced he had contracted the contagion. Given his frail immune system and the dreary weather that fateful night, Poe may have very well slipped into a deadly fever.
3. Poe died of alcoholism
This prevailing death theory is also the most problematic when you start to dig around. Rufus Wilmont Griswold penned Poe’s obituary shortly after his death. While a colleague of Poe’s, Griswold was also one of his biggest rivals. The not-so-fond memorial painted Edgar as a friendless soul prone to addiction. The following year, Griswold published a posthumous collection of Poe’s work, in which he concocted outright lies about the author as a hopeless drunk. Even Poe’s close associate in Baltimore Dr. Joseph E. Snodgrass – a fervent advocate of the temperance movement – saw an opportunity in Poe’s death, repeatedly blaming it on the evils of drink. For the record, Poe did struggle with alcohol – though evidence suggests he was trying to get sober. Perhaps he still took a deadly spill from the wagon that rainy night in October.
4. Poe died of rabies
In 1996, doctors attending a medical conference were asked to inspect the health files of anonymous patients and provide a diagnosis. Dr. R. Michael Benitez received a file on “E.P.” – a writer from Richmond. After assessing each symptom – confusion, hallucinations, lethargy, shallow breathing – he delivered a diagnosis of rabies. E.P., of course, turned out to be Poe, and news of Dr. Benitez’s inadvertent discovery sent shockwaves through the literary community. Turns out, rabies was a fairly common virus in the 19thcentury, though it is impossible to prove without DNA evidence. Nevertheless, as Jeff Jerome, curator of the Poe House Museum in Baltimore, points out: “This is the first time since Poe died that a medical person looked at Poe’s death without any preconceived notions. Dr. Benitez had no agenda.”
5. Poe died of a brain tumor
After his death, Poe was quickly buried in an unmarked grave. Twenty-six years later, his corpse was exhumed for a more proper burial. According to reports, one gravedigger noticed something striking about Poe’s skull – a solid mass rattling around inside. Some now believe this mass was a brain tumor, which can sometimes harden into a ball after death. Author Matthew Pearl explores the theory in his historical thriller The Poe Shadow. If true, Poe’s erratic behavior and feverish disposition on the night of October 3 may have been physiological rather than chemically induced.
6. Poe was murdered
Author John Evangelist Walsh offers a far more sinister explanation of Poe’s demise. In his book Midnight Dreary: The Mysterious Death of Edgar Allan Poe Walsh accuses the brothers of Poe’s wealthy wife-to-be of murder, suggesting they were none to happy about welcoming the author into their family. According to Walsh’s theory, Poe was actually hiding out from the brothers that night in Baltimore – hence the strange clothes. Alas, the siblings still tracked down Edgar, beating him and forcing alcohol down his throat until he was nevermore. A less conspiratorial theory that still ends in bloodshed contends that Poe had too many drinks that fateful night in October, and was the victim of a violent bar brawl or a deadly mugging
The Isdal Woman–>Does this face look familiar? If so, you may hold the key to the Isdal Woman – a 44-year-old cold case that remains one of Norway’s greatest mysteries.On a chilly November morning in Norway’s Death Valley, a university professor made a gruesome discovery: the charred remains of a naked woman lay hidden amongst the rocks at the end of a remote hiking trail. Surrounding the body were a dozen pink sleeping pills, an open bottle of booze, two empty kerosene containers. A nasty bruise discolored what remained of her neck. Police launched an investigation soon after the discovery. They connected the victim to two unclaimed suitcases at a Bergen train station. Inside were clothes neatly folded with all tags removed, and a legal pad filled with encrypted messages. Upon closer inspection, police found wads of West German currency sewn into the case lining. Autopsy results only deepened the mystery: the victim’s fingerprints had recently been sanded off; distinct dental work suggested she visited a dentist in South America.Who was this woman? With the help of INTERPOL, investigators produced a composite sketch. Intriguing details emerged from individuals who claimed to have interacted with the mystifying figure. The Isdal Woman spoke several languages and used nine different assumed identities. She had open accounts at hotels across Bergen, where she had a habit of changing rooms soon after checking in. Conflicting descriptions of hair color and style suggested she wore wigs to disguise her identity. The last sighting occurred on November 23, when she checked out of her room at Hotel Marin. The Isdal Woman paid in cash before disappearing into a taxi. Then the trail runs cold. Police still do not know her true identity or what happened in the days leading up to her demise. They eventually ruled her death a suicide, though the decision remains highly controversial. Many are convinced the Isdal Woman was a spy and her end an execution. It would take years before investigators and amateur sleuths caught a major break in the case. On November 24, 1970, five days before the discovery of the burned body, an Isdalen man was hiking through Death Valley. He claims to have encountered a woman rushing up the trail, her face distorted by fear. As they passed she mouthed words but was too frightened by a pair of men in black coats hurrying behind her. The bizarre trio disappeared into the wilderness before he could do anything else. When news broke of a brutalized body found in Death Valley, the hiker contacted police. He immediately recognized the composite sketch as the terrified woman on the trail. Yet, according to the man, authorities were strangely indifferent to his story. “Forget her,” one officer said. “She was dispatched. The case will never be solved.” So he took their advice, waiting 33 years before finally going public.
Charley Ross–>Your parents always told you to never accept candy from strangers—and for good reason. There once was a young boy who did take candy from a stranger. His name was Charley Ross, and he vanished on July 1, 1874, never to be seen again. On that day, Charley and his brother Walter were playing outside of their mansion in the affluent neighborhood of Germantown, Philadelphia. Two unknown men, who had given the siblings candy a few times before, approached and said that instead of candy, they had firecrackers to give them. Come, said the strangers, let’s get into our buggy. And into the buggy the boys went. The vehicle sped away from Germantown, traveling into the city. Soon, the boys panicked. Charley began to cry. The men pulled over in front of a shop and handed Walter 25 cents. They told him to go inside and buy some firecrackers. As soon as Walter stepped out, the men sped away—with Charley still inside. Meanwhile, Charley’s father, Christian, had learned of the kidnapping after a neighbor told him that she’d seen the boys riding in a buggy far from the home. The boys’ mother was away on leave in Atlantic City, and Christian tried to keep the information from reaching her. But as days passed and both boys remained missing, the news soon made its way to Mrs. Ross—via an ad in the paper pleading for the return of the Ross children. A fellow citizen eventually found Walter, and safely returned him home. The frightened child recounted everything to his family. Not long after that, Christian received a chilling note about Charley, riddled with misspellings and strange phrases. It read, in part:if yu regard his lif puts no one to search for him you money can fech him out alive an no other existin powers don’t deceve yuself and think the detectives can git him from us for that is one imposebel. On July 7, yet another note arrived, demanding $20,000 for Charley’s return—an enormous sum at the time. Christian worked tirelessly with police to trace the letters back to the kidnappers and bring his boy home. Alas, every lead ran cold. Eventually, the letters stopped arriving completely. It wasn’t until December 13, five long months after Charley’s disappearance, that the case received its first big break. Two career criminals, William Mosher and Joseph Douglas, were burglarizing the home of Judge Charles Van Brunt in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn on that night. Van Brunt’s brother, Holmes, lived next door and spotted the robbery in progress. He assembled a group of men and marched into his brother’s home, all armed with guns. Soon after entering, the house erupted in gunfire. Both burglars were gunned down—William Mosher was shot dead, while Douglas lay mortally wounded. What happened next remains difficult, if not impossible, to prove. According to those present at the home, a dying Douglas admitted to kidnapping Charley Ross. He either claimed that the boy was dead, or that he was alive but only Mosher knew of his whereabouts. Douglas then succumbed to his wounds, providing no additional clues. Young Walter was transported to New York to inspect the dead men. He identified both as the kidnappers in the buggy. Mosher was especially easy to identify, due to his malformed, syphilitic nose. Whether Mosher and Douglas were indeed the culprits behind the kidnapping remains unknown. In either case, Charley Ross did not return home. Christian spent nearly $60,000 searching for Charley, up until his own death in 1897. Throughout, many adult men came forward claiming to be Charley. Each case was more questionable than the last. One such man was Gustave Blair, of Phoenix, Arizona, who petitioned a court to officially recognize him as the real Charley Ross. He purported that following his abduction he lived in a cave before being adopted by a man who told him that his name was, in fact, Charley Ross. Surprisingly, since Blair’s claim was uncontested, the court ruled in his favor. The Ross family refused to buy it. The 1874 kidnapping of Charley Ross received widespread media attention—the first of its kind in United States history. Sadly, little Charley and his whereabouts were never uncovered. Today, all that remains is the ominous warning, “don’t take candy from strangers.”
Beaumont Children–>Glenelg is a popular seaside suburb in Adelaide, south Australia. The town’s sunny beaches provide relief from the urban bustle, and crowds come to relax there during the summer months. But on one bright day in January, darkness gathered at Glenelg’s shores. It was Australia Day, January 26, 1966, and scorching hot in Adelaide. The Beaumont children were en route to the beach for a day’s swim. Jane, the oldest at age 9, was responsible for her younger siblings, Arnna, age 7, and Grant, age 4. The siblings had boarded a public bus at 10:00 A.M. for a five-minute ride to the beach—a trip they completed only yesterday. Their mother Nancy spent the morning with her friend, while her husband Jim was at work. Nancy told her children to return home by 2:00 P.M. for lunch. When the scheduled time came and went, Nancy assumed her children simply missed the bus. But when the next bus arrived and the children were nowhere to be seen, the mother grew concerned. She called the police soon thereafter. The following day, the Beaumont children were officially declared missing. According to eyewitnesses, the three children left the beach around 10:15 A.M. They were then seen at 11:00 A.M. by an elderly woman who spotted them playing under a sprinkler. But someone else was also present: a lean, blond man in a blue bathing suit. He was first lying belly down, watching the Beaumont children play. Fifteen minutes later, the mystery man was playing with them. At around 11:45 A.M. the children were seen buying snacks at a cake shop using a £1 bill. This would be the first clue that something was amiss—the children hadn’t left the house with that much money. Someone must’ve given it to them. The final sighting came from a local postman who knew the children well. He said he spotted the Beaumont children around 3:00 P.M., walking alone and away from the beach on Jetty Road. The children seemed happy on their stroll; they even stopped to say hello. While police trusted the postman’s claim, questions about its timeline led authorities to believe the encounter happened earlier in the day. In either case, after postman’s reported encounter, the children’s trail went cold.The disappearance of the Beaumont children stunned Australia, and triggered one of the largest missing persons investigations in the nation’s history. Drowning was ruled out, as all their belongings were also missing. An appeal from Jim Beaumont was broadcast on national TV. Authorities followed every lead, but every lead led to nowhere. Even paranormal investigators were called in for assistance. Gerard Croiset, a renowned Dutch parapsychologist and psychic, was flown to Australia from the Netherlands. His visit caused a media circus. Croiset claimed his sixth sense led him to a warehouse where he believed the bodies were buried. The warehouse’s owners, reluctant at first to participate, finally raised $40,000 to have the building demolished. An excavation commenced, but no bodies were found. Some two years after the disappearance the Beaumont parents received a series of mysterious letters claiming the children were held captive. The anonymous author said he would return the children at a designated time and place. Ecstatic, the Beaumonts traveled to the pre-arranged spot, only to be met by no one. A second letter arrived shortly thereafter, stating that because an undercover detective had been present, the author withheld the children, and would now keep them forever. Twenty-five years later, forensic analysis concluded the letters were a hoax.
The investigation remains open to this day. A $1 million reward is offered to anyone with information that might crack the case. Nearly 50 years later, the question remains: What happened to the three Beaumont children that hot day at the beach?
Jack the Ripper–>The name Jack the Ripper has been heard in many shows and movies, pertaining to the serial killer who murdered 11 women in London’s east end in the late 1800′s but was never identified. Most of his victims were prostitutes, whose bodies were mutilated beyond recognition and their throats slashed.
Tamam Shud–>Back in December 1948, an unidentified man was found dead in Somerton Beach, located in Adelaide, Australia. Found in one of his pockets was a piece of paper with the words “Tamam Shud” written on it. The words were translated “finished” or “ended” based on excerpts found in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Although governments around the world have tried to identify the man his identity has remained mystery.
Black Dahlia Murder–>22-year old Elizabeth Short was very active at promoting herself into showbiz at the time the Black Dahlia murder occurred, however, no one knew of the killer or who actually did the murder.
DB Cooper–>When DB Cooper hijacked a Boeing 727 along with $200,000, he proceeded to jump out of the plane with a parachute. He was never found, however, and this remains the only unsolved case in US aviation history.
Lal Bahadur Shastri–>He died an unexplainable death since he left the country healthy. Many have claimed that he died of heart attack, but the doctors and other specialists who have checked him out, including his wife, confirmed that he was A-okay. His wife had also made the assertion that the Tashkent Pact, upon signature, gave the chance for him to be poisoned. This was never proven since there was no post-mortem diagnosis of the body so every assumption that could be answered were already included in the grave.
The Loch Ness Monster–>For ages, people have been hearing about the Loch Ness monster and how it baffled everyone thinking that it is a creature unlike any other. There have been many sightings over the years and photos and videos of actual footage have been checked and looked at time and time again, confirming if it could be some kind of sea serpent or a descendant of the dinosaurs. Even up today, as some are claiming, it still exists and swims under the waters.
Bigfoot–>Also known as Sasquatch, bigfoot is supposedly a creature that lives in the snowy mountainous regions of the United States and Canada. It may be identified as a gorilla at first, however, its walking posture can be compared to that of a man’s.
The Lost City of Atlantis–>The City of Atlantis has been imagined as the crowning city of Neptune, where mermaids and mermen live. But based on what Plato has discussed during his time, specifically with his two dialogues Timaeus and Critias, it specifically mentioned the existence of Atlantis based on the stories being heard during the journeys, and how Atlantis was in its prime state, thus giving a clue that the place did exist as Plato was a real entity. Now that it sunk into the deep, many are still wondering if it is real, knowing that there are certain objects underwater that may be the remnants of this once beautiful city
Bermuda Triangle–>Known as the Bermuda Triangle, this legendary expanse of ocean can be found between the points of Miami, Bermuda, and Puerto Rico. Pilots often tell of their instruments going haywire and numerous ships have been lost at sea. With explanations ranging from gas bubbles to aliens, no one is sure what is behind the strange phenomena.
Shepherd’s Monument Inscription–>In Staffordshire, England, there is a sculpture that has invited the wits and intellect of many intellectuals in an attempt to decode an inscription reading DOUOSVAVVM. Although the Shepherd’s Monument was constructed back in the 18th century, the letters found therein were never solved, even 250 years after it was completed.
Stonehenge–>While Stonehenge is a very fascinating structure due to the big rocks that stand atop one another, the biggest mystery isn’t how it was created but why.
Georgia Guidestones–>Also identified as the American version of Stonehenge, the Georgia Guidestones located in Elbert County are shrouded in mystery, although they were erected only in 1979. Written on the walls are 10 “new commandments” written in English, Swahili, Hindi, Hebrew, Arabic, China, Russia, and Spanish although no one is sure why or for whom they were meant.
Why do dogs keep killing themselves at Scotland’s Overtoun Bridge?–>A series of tragic events haunt the otherwise-picturesque Overtoun Bridge near Dumbarton, Scotland, leading many to rename it the “Bridge of Death.” In the past fifty years, as many as fifty dogs have leaped to their deaths from the bridge, while people have also jumped and survived the nearly fifty-foot plunge to the rocks below. The animals all leap from the same spot—between the final two parapets on the right-hand side of the historic bridge. Almost all have happened on clear and sunny days, which are relatively rare for the western side of Scotland. All of the dogs that jumped have been long-nosed breeds such as collies, Labradors, and other retrievers. Stranger still: Of the animals that survived their leap, some have returned and attempted to jump again. Whatever mysterious force drives these dogs to leap from Overtoun Bridge, it doesn’t seem to influence just animals. In 1994, 32-year-old Kevin Moy threw his infant son Eoghan from the bridge on a sunny day in October. The child was killed instantly, and Kevin Moy tried to follow, though he was restrained by his wife and taken to the nearby Overtoun House. There, he attempted to slash his wrists with a kitchen knife before being taken into custody. Moy, who had been suffering from depression since contracting Myalgic Encephalopathy eight years before, believed that he was the anti-Christ and that his infant son was Satan. He told police that he and the child were responsible for the Gulf War, and they would destroy the world by infecting humanity with a virus. He said that by killing his son and himself, he would be saving the world. A jury found Moy not guilty by reason of insanity, and he was ordered to be detained in the State Hospital at Carstairs. Yet while Moy’s illness may have been what drove him to commit this terrible act, the location and timing of the attempted murder-suicide—a clear, sunny day on the Overtoun Bridge—only fueled to the locale’s sinister reputation. While Overtoun Bridge and nearby Overtoun House have long endured rumors of supernatural happenings—in local Celtic myth, the area is said to be a “thin place” where the spirit and material worlds are particularly close—many dog lovers remain unsatisfied with spectral explanations for the rash of canine suicides. A psychic named Mary Armour went so far as to take her own Labrador for a walk across the bridge and reported no unusual sensations, only a sense of “calmness and serenity,” though she admitted that her dog did pull toward the right side of the bridge. Others have gone looking for more material explanations for the strange behaviors of dogs on the bridge. Some suggest the suicides are caused by a sound only audible to canines, possibly related to an acoustic anomaly in the bridge’s construction. Subscribers to the theory also point to the nearby telephone pylons or the nuclear base at Faslane as the source of the sound. Acoustic experts, meanwhile, failed to find any unusual tones that might explain the deaths. David Sexton, an animal habitat expert from the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds, offers up his own solution the mystery. Sexton discovered that 70% of dogs tested among the breeds known to jump from Overtoun Bridge react strongly to the odor of minks, animals that might be scrambling across the rocks below. This could also explain the timing of the deaths, as the smell of the minks would be strongest on dry days when damp weather doesn’t interfere. While the theory is adequate for some, others remain unconvinced. They point to the unanswered questions surrounding the old bridge, like why all the deaths occur between the same two parapets, and why dogs don’t leap to their deaths off other bridges in pursuit of minks. In spite of its beauty, the bridge remains a grim place for many pet lovers. Locals, too, have taken note of the mystery flowing beneath Overtoun. The site now bears a sign that warns approaching visitors to rein in their pets: “Dangerous bridge – Keep your dog on a lead.”
The Lost Colony of Roanoke–>History books point to the passengers on the Mayflower as first true settlers in the New World—and the group at Jamestown as the first established British colony in the Americas. But there was another boatload of pioneers who volunteered to set up life in North Carolina’s Outer Banks decades earlier. That brave group of 90 men, 17 women, and 11 children settled on Roanoke Island in 1587, but there’s a reason we don’t learn about them in History 101: They vanished without a trace three years later. The Roanoke colonists’ mission was tough from the start. Sir Walter Raleigh sent them to settle in Chesapeake Bay (just to the north of Roanoke), but their ship’s captain took them ashore to Roanoke instead and forced them to disembark. Other colonists had attempted to settled the island already—with miserable results. An expedition in 1585 had arrived at the island with a shortage of supplies (one of their ships hit a shoal, and most of its food rations were ruined). They made initial contact with the Aquascogoc tribe native to the area, but the relationship was shaky at best. At one point the colonists accused their Native American neighbors of stealing a silver cup and set fire to the tribe’s entire village in retaliation. Naturally, the Aquascogocs were angered by the colonists’ attack, and they ambushed the Roanoke fort. The British colonists fended off the invasion, but when they received an offer from Sir Francis Drake to return to England on his ship, they immediately accepted and left the island less than 10 months after they arrived. So when the new group of settlers—led by John White—arrived a year later, they didn’t realize there was already a history of bad blood between their countrymen and the native people. Unfortunately for them, the Aguascogocs still had a taste for vengeance. And soon after the group’s arrival, a colonist named George Howe was murdered by an Aguascogoc while crabbing. One bright spot in the settlement was the colonists’ relationship with the friendly Croatoan tribe. But after Howe’s death, they attempted a raid on their Native American enemies while it was dark outside and accidentally attacked the Croatoans instead. The botched attack made their situation in Roanoke more dangerous and unpredictable than ever. The colonists, including White’s daughter Elenora, her husband Ananais Dare, and their infant daughter Virginia, pleaded with their leader to return to England for supplies and reinforcements. They still had an ally in the Croatoan tribe—Chief Manteo, who had been baptized as a Christian—but they knew they couldn’t survive the winter without help from England. Under protest, White left his group of settlers on Roanoke … not realizing he would never see them again. For years, White tried to get back to the colony, but his plans were halted time and again. The ships he chartered couldn’t travel because of poor weather and then the Anglo-Spanish War. Once he finally got out to sea, a group of Spanish ships took his supplies, forcing his crew to return to England. On August 18, 1590—his granddaughter Virginia’s third birthday—White finally returned to Roanoke. All that he found were two inscriptions. On a post from the old fort, the word “CROATOAN” had been carved, and on a nearby tree, the letters “CRO.” The settlement was simply gone. It appeared the houses and buildings had been dismantled by the colonists, suggesting the group left on their own free will. White had instructed them to carve a Maltese Cross into a tree if they were threatened by force, but no such symbol was found. White translated the colonists’ message to mean they had moved to Croatoan Island (now known as Hatteras Island), not far from Roanoke. He wanted to go look for them, but a dangerous storm was descending on the area, and he had to call off the search. White eventually returned to England, never knowing what happened to his family and their colony—a fact that haunted him for the rest of his life. Attempts to uncover the truth behind the lost colony were inconclusive—and it’s a mystery that still puzzles historians today.
What Happened to the Lost Colony of Roanoke?
A prevalent theory is that the colonists went to live with a native tribe for protection and were eventually assimilated into the group. Many tribes claim to be descended from European ancestors, including the Hatteras Indians, who lived on Roanoke or Croatoan Island. British colonists in the 17th and 18th centuries recorded meeting Native Americans with gray eyes, likely handed down from white descendants. French Huguenots, who settled in the area a century later, noted that several members of the Tuscarora tribe, a friendly native group to the west of Roanoke, even had blond hair and blue eyes. Jamestown was the closest settlement, and there were no records of the Tuscaroras and those British colonists intermingling, which led to the natural assumption that the Roanoke settlers were their ancestors. Another theory centered around John Smith’s reports from Jamestown years after the Roanoke settlers vanished. Smith had been asked to find the missing group and asked his neighbors, the Powhatan tribe, for any information regarding the vanished settlers. Chief Powhatan revealed that his tribe had personally slaughtered the Roanoke settlers because they were living with the Chesepian tribe, who refused to join his confederacy. Although the wars between those two tribes are probable, historians have come to the conclusion the Roanoke settlers weren’t involved in it. Other theories include the Spanish destroying the colony—or that the colonists were kidnapped by natives. A series of stones, supposedly carved with the story of the lost colony by Elizabeth Dare (Virginia’s mother) have surfaced. Their story tells of death by “savages” sometime around 1591, and alternatively Elizabeth’s own marriage to a chief. However, many historians regard the stones to be a hoax.
Whether the colonists were slaughtered, absorbed by the local culture, or moved inland seeking food and shelter from the harsh sea storms—or a combination of the three—the missing Roanoke settlement will forever remain a mysterious start to the New World.
Severed Foot Beach in British Columbia–>It is not uncommon for bodies to wash up on beaches but for one beach in British Columbia severed feet have consistently been floating ashore for the past several years causing numerous theories to be put forth.
Wow! Signal–>When Jerry R. Ehman worked under the SETI Project of the Ohio Wesleyan University’s Perkins Observatory, he did not expect that he would be able to pick up a radio frequency supposedly coming from deep space. He was able to get a 72-second signal from the constellation Sagittarius and was never able to get it again. Up to this day no one is sure about the origin of the signal. It derived its name, however, from the “wow!” that Jerry wrote in the margin of the printout.
Nazca Geoglyphs–>The Nazca civilization is responsible for some of the most fascinating geoglyphs on the face of the Earth. They include everything from spiders, monkeys, sharks, orcas, and flowers, the precision of which is incredible given that the Nazca had no way of examining their work from above.
Mackenzie Poltergeist in Greyfriars–>The Mackenzie Poltergiest is one of the most famous attractions when taking the City of the Dead tour within the Greyfriars Kirkyard in Edinburg as people who join the tour experience bruises, scratches, and some even faint as they enter the Black Mausoleum where Sir George Mackenzie lies. Is it all for show?
The Mysterious Faces of Belmez–>Sun-drenched, temperate, and jutting into the Mediterranean Sea, Andalusia is the embodiment of southern Spanish charm. The province of Jaén, along the northeastern border of Andalusia, is the cradle of Spain’s olive oil production, attracting visitors near and far. But nestled amid its rocky peaks is a village with a sinister reputation. Bélmez de la Moraleda has a population of around 2,000 people. One day in 1971, resident María Gómez Pereira noticed an unusual stain on the concrete floor of her kitchen. It darkened the next day, slowly taking shape—until the face of a man emerged. Frightened, María tried to scrub it away—but to no avail. The mysterious face would not leave. Her husband decided to destroy the stain completely. With a pick ax, he busted up the floor and its haunting visage. New concrete was laid and a sense of normalcy returned. That is, until the face resurfaced a week later.Word spread quickly in the small town. Neighbors stopped by to inspect the strange phenomenon in the Pereira household. Soon, the family was the center of attention. All they wanted was an end to whatever force had crept into their home. But before they could destroy the face for a second time, the town’s mayor declared that the site should be excavated for study. The dig went deep into the earth, pulling up the concrete floor and the ancient foundation beneath. What they reportedly uncovered shocked everyone—skeletons, some decapitated, lay at rest in the ground beneath the kitchen. The corpses were exhumed and studied. Researchers concluded that some dated back to the 13th century. Upon completion of these studies, the remains were given a Catholic burial at the local cemetery. The Pereira family’s upturned floor was filled, and the kitchen was rebuilt. Not long after, new faces emerged. By now, news of the Bélmez Faces spread well beyond the mountain town, attracting seekers far and wide. Priests, journalists, and paranormal researchers made their way to the once-quiet village in hopes of experiencing the strange visages for themselves. Upon seeing the Bélmez Faces in person, German investigator Dr. Hans Bender declared the phenomenon the most important paranormal occurrence of the 20th century.
A full-scale investigation commenced, spearhead by the Spanish Institute for Ceramics and Glass. Researchers photographed and mapped out the floor of the Pereira home before covering it in cloth and sealing it in wax to prevent tampering. A local notary stood witness as the room was sealed. When they opened the room and uncovered the floor months later, researchers discovered that the faces had indeed moved and transformed. But the investigation failed to provide an answer as to why the Bélmez Faces lived out their lives in the Pereira home, or where they came from. Numerous hypotheses surfaced, including that the face-like stains were merely the result of chemical agents reacting to light. A paranormal explanation known as the thoughtographic hypothesis held that the Bélmez Faces were a physical manifestation of María’s thoughts and emotions. As the catalyst, María’s psyche generated the expressions upon the floor. They changed with her moods and desires—and would only disappear once María no longer lived in the home. In 2004, María died at the age of 85. With her passing, many psychics who believed in the thoughtographic hypothesis predicted that the faces would cease. Yet they continued to appear, along with new ones. The Spanish media remains fascinated by the Bélmez Faces. Some now contend that the entire phenomenon was a hoax carried out by María’s son, Diego. Whether these mysterious shapes are the pained resemblances of lost souls, the paintings of a con-artist, or just a trick of the imagination is currently unknown. One thing is for certain: The empty eyes of the Bélmez Faces continue to peer up from below.
The Taos Hum–>In the small town of Taos, New Mexico, there is a certain buzz often heard on the horizon that can be compared to the sound of a distant diesel engine. Although it can be heard by the naked ear, various sound detection devices are not able to pick it up. This is known as the Taos Hum and up to this day, no one still knows how this sound is being created.
Voynich Manuscript–>The Voynich manuscript was written in a language that men through the centuries have tried to decode to no avail. The only idea anyone has of its origin are the drawings found on various pages.
Krytos–>Just outside the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia, you will behold a statue that has coded encryptions on its surface. This very captivating sculpture was created by Jim Sanborn to show that everything can be resolved and decoded with the use of patterns and clues. Of the four inscription sections that were included, only the first three have been cracked. But the fourth? Not even the brilliant minds in the CIA were able to get to the bottom of it.
Zodiac Letters–>During the 1960s and 1970s, there was a certain criminal in the San Francisco Bay area that was identified as the Zodiac killer for the mind-boggling letters he sent to the police and to the press. Although one of the four letters were cracked, which contained a very disturbing message, the other three have never been identified, even until now.
Rongorongo–>n the mysterious Easter Islands where the moai stands, a set of glyphs have been discovered, called the Rongorongo. These glyphs have never been deciphered although they may contain clues concerning the huge heads found scattered around the island.
Shroud of Turin–>The shroud containing an imprint of a human face has been one of the main focuses of Christian research, as many have suggested that the person’s face in the shroud could be Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
Extraterrestrials–>From the mysteries found in the Eastern Islands, to the Bermuda Triangle, and even with the Roswell Incident during World War II, men have always been in question as to whether we are not alone in the universe. With some claiming to have been abducted and others calling hogwash, there is as of yet no consensus.
Aluminum Wedge of Aiud–>Back in 1974, a group of workers in Romania discovered three different objects 10 meters deep in a sand trench. Two of the items were prehistoric elephant bones that have been dated as old as 2.5 million years ago. The third object however, is an aluminum wedge that was found together with the ancient bones. This discovery dumbfounded most researchers, as aluminum was difficult to create even by 19th century standards. While some call it evidence of extraterrestrials, others are calling it a hoax. Whatever it is, we may never know.
Zombies! When it comes to zombies, we think of those kinds of deathly-decaying human-like creatures that like to munch on the brains and flesh of the living. But, there’s a saying that there a few of us that there is a called a modern zombie or just zombie.
Instead of thinking of the typical zombies from films and TV series, there is the ‘Modern “Zombies.”‘ ‘Modern Zombies’ would mean those who may have some sort of mobile device shuffling along their way from one destination to another in a slow fashion while looking down at their device. Good thing is they will not go after the flesh of the living and looks more life-like. Unless if I’m wrong then we’re doomed!
Ah! Just kidding about the modern zombies going after the living!
Have you ever wondered about your senses? Throughout time, we all known of our five senses. People may lost some senses through medical, accidents, trauma, work, serving in the military, or other reasons that may of caused them to go away. Some wonder what it may be like if you don’t have one of the senses or what if you have extra or enhanced senses?
Some may wish they don’t have certain senses due to whatever the case may be.
But, what if you have enhanced or extra senses? Some might say to have enhanced senses, you might to be on drugs to make you feel like that. But, what if it’s like the James Cameron’s Avatar (2009) movie when the Avatars can feel all of the energy around them. From the land, animals, people, mother nature, and among other things.
If we could feel all the aspects of the world, wouldn’t we know how to take care of the world we live in. Our world would become more healthier, animal and plant population would rise (if the animals and plants are on the watch-list or verge of extinction), and the natural resources would slowly restore, if the source has not fully depleted already.
Imagine having clean water, air, no pollution, no droughts, and an all around thriving environment. That means people would be able to have more access to a healthier lifestyle and to be able to have more access to food.
How can we get more peoples attention to get the world to become a better, healthier and environmentally-sound place to live in?
How can one destroy the Earth so quickly?
Does not one think about the inhabitants within and the health factors it may cause?
Does not one think of the inhabitants lifestyle it may affect?
How well do you know of all the factors of the Earths and inhabitants ways that could cause potential good or bad for the future?
Would the world eventually be restored?
Or, would the world turn into some apocalyptic, survivalist system?
Would there be wars over the basic needs for life?
There are so many questions out there for the curious minds.