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The Unknown and Iby Rudy MartinTHE UNKNOWN AND I First writing on CD, October, 2003 The following occurrences are true to life, not fictions. Except for one dream, these occurrences were factual, and most of them were with substance and happened outdoors during the day time. I have done my best to recall and write each of the events as they happened several years ago and continuing up to recently. If I haven't written the exact dates of the occurrences, it is because I did not see nor have the reason to do so at the time. I even thought in the past when they were most frequent that such occurrences happened very commonly to people. In retrospect I now know beyond doubt that those occurrences are rare and from these experiences I have learned to exhaust observations and possibilities before concluding that recent occurrences are indeed and in fact paranormal. I am happy to have been one of the few to witness paranormal occurrences, yet feel unfortunate to realize that the proof of the episodes are beyond my human power. Enchantee 001 Transported Supernaturally? The preceding true story occurred sometime between 1970 and 1971. It is as accurate as it can be from my recollection of the bewildering incident but quite a long story to float in the web, so in summary, I traveled from point A through 7 or 8 miles of massive obstructions to point B not by any known means of human transportation. The details are contained in the story. Up to this writing I still do not have any scientific or practical ideas or explanations of how I was transported. Do not anticipate any drug, liquor, disease or illness being involved in this incredibly wonderful occurrence because truly, there was none. I was in my late twenties, very healthy in mind and body and all other aspects at the time. Unfortunately there was no internet then. I did not have my own computer until late in 2001 and had noticed the world wide popularity of the websites devoted to the paranormal in the internet only recently. Hence, the reason this very old story of wonder is indeed still very young these days in the websites. There are not enough words for me to prove the truth of this story. I can only wish you had been there with me. This occurrence will give an idea of the prodigious way to travel from point A to point B. I drove out to work one day. It was one of those usual clear, sunny mornings and everything was normal except traffic. Within minutes, I ran into a hardly moving, bumper to bumper jam. Losing patience and in attempt to outsmart this queue, I turned left, thinking I could loop back ahead somewhere. A few turns and I knew I was beginning to get lost. The river to my left was the only landmark I had and I was sure it was the North side, so I knew I was headed East. A few more turns and not a thing was familiar anymore. I was completely lost. I drove past a fenced power transformer station and that was the last landmark that had registered in my memory. Tense, looking from side to side, looking just like a lost driver, I continued driving on this straight stretch of road through this entirely unfamiliar place, not knowing which direction I was headed. Houses of modern design, some new, hinted that I had entered a subdivision. Then, all of a sudden, there was a traffic light with red light on at the intersection up ahead about one block. I stepped on the brake and jolted the car to a stop. It was here where the inexplicable occurred. A brief description is in order at this
point to help visualize the map of the area.
An old highway runs North-South between
two residential areas. It has two lanes
on each side, divided at the middle throughout
its length by a concrete-curbed grassy island
laden with evenly spaced trees. Both the
West and East sides of this highway are
fenced with heavy concrete walls in some
parts and rock boulders in others all the
way South beginning from the embankments
by the river at the North. As far as I can
recall there is no link between the two
residential areas East and West of the highway
except at the intersection discussed further
in the text. Needless to say, to go from
the residential area on one side of the
highway to the residential area on the other
side, one must cross the highway and the
only crossing is at that intersection. See
the attachment titled, "Site Map".
On approaching the intersection I realized I was about to cross the highway. The brake was naturally my first reaction. Then I noticed the well known hotel facing the road on the opposite side across from the traffic light. It was at this point when I recognized the location. I had occasionally passed by this intersection while driving down the highway, so this was not an unfamiliar site, although I had never been on this exact spot before. Of course I had always known that the hotel was on the West side of the highway. From all these information, I got a positive bearing: I was on the East side of the highway headed West towards the intersection. But something very bizarre happened. Just before the car jolted to a stop, I had noticed that the side of the hotel with its great big name, which was supposed to be its North side, was facing East! It should have been facing North! Then, just as the car stopped, the hotel switched to its normal position (turned 90 degrees) in the blink of an eye!, i.e., its East side facing east, its North side facing North - right in front of my very eyes, just like one would see on television! Notice now that the above events happened only within a few seconds after the intersection with the red traffic light over it had suddenly come in sight.
It was while waiting for the go signal at this intersection when things became clear to me: I got lost on the WEST side of the highway, near the river, past a power transformer station, the intersection with the red traffic light on suddenly appeared, I jolted the car to a stop, I never crossed the highway ..... what was I doing waiting for the green light here at the intersection EAST of the highway? How did I get here? All hairs began rising at this point, not from fear but probably from the realization of this impossibility! Whatever it was that occurred, I found
my bewildered self on this spot at the exit
gate of a private property just before the
intersection under the traffic light EAST
of the highway. To arrive at this spot from
somewhere in the subdivision WEST of the
highway where I got lost, I had to drive
East, knock down some houses, ram through
those concrete walls, or fly off rock boulders
then cross the highway, fight traffic, hover
over the concrete-curbed island, clip some
trees, fight traffic again if still in one
piece, ram through the concrete walls on
the East side, knock down some more houses,
into some private estates, drive around
in rat maze roads and find this intersection
... OR ... keep driving on the West subdivision
on rat maze roads, zigzags and circles,
find this intersection, wait for the green
traffic light, cross the highway from the
West side in some peace and ease to the
East side, into this private property, then
turn around and face the traffic light to
head West. I did none of the above and yet
as sure as the sun brings light I landed
here from the WEST. Later on I found out
that the fenced power transformer station
- the last land mark stored in my memory
- West of the highway where I got lost was
approximately 7 miles Northwest from this
exact spot. Although it occurred around 1970, this bewildering incident is still hair-raising for me. I can still see the details as though it happened only yesterday. I have no questions to ask but only wish that I would know its purpose. 002 The Typewriter Summary: Electric typewriter carriage moved by itself. Deep voice heard. This incident, which I will never forget, happened sometime in 1970. I was working for an engineering office at the time. I came from my office on the other side of the compound and entered this administrative office to see and talk to one of the staff. Everyone had left to lunch so I sat for a while, trying to decide whether to sit longer and wait or leave and call for a meeting with that person later. I decided to leave. As I was walking past one of the tables, the carriage of the electric typewriter sitting on it suddenly and by itself shifted to the left, then back to its neutral position on the right. Out of curiosity, I tinkered a little bit with the typewriter to see why it moved by itself. I confirmed to myself that there were only two things that could move the carriage to the left: depress the tab key or depress the space bar. The carriage could return to its neutral right position only by hand. Could there have been an electrical malfunction? I watched for a little bit longer to see what else the typewriter would be doing. It stood as still as it should, and did nothing! As I was about to leave the door, I was making a mental note so I wouldn't forget to call this person later but I just couldn't remember his name. I had worked with him as one of the staff too long to forget his name. In fact, I definitely was planning to see this person by name when I entered the office. But at this point I just couldn't remember it no matter how hard I tried. Then all of a sudden I heard a voice say the name of the person. It was a very deep, low-toned mellow voice (just like a distant deep low tone thunder). This incident happened on the day of the Equinox. 003 Supernatural Camera? Summary: Flashes of lights without light sources seen in dark hallways. Sometime in 1971, a devastating typhoon had just passed by the city. There was a power outage but business had to be as usual. I can't recall any longer why I had to be at the building of this telephone company where I had worked years before. I had just entered the door when one of the payroll clerks recognized me. He knew my name but asked me to confirm anyway, and said that I had some back wages from the union labor strike of which I used to be a member. The elevator was shut, so we went down several long steps and as we walked into the dark hallways towards the payroll office, lights flashed behind corners ahead of us just like those from a camera. I thought the flashes were from sparks from electrical shorts in the building, so I asked the man if electric repairs were in progress. He replied no way and said they were temporarily using kerosene lamps for light. Apparently, he did not see the light flashes behind those many dark corners! I got a pretty sum of union back wages that day for a labor strike some 4 or 5 years before! 004 Supernatural Search Light? Summary: Whole tree top seen lit by intense white light without light source. I remember it was around Christmas of 1972. I was with other guys going home from caroling. We were on the street not too far from my parent's house when I saw the tree at the backyard lit with a very intense light - more intense than the search light on a police helicopter, but there was no source of light beaming down on the tree. This lasted for about 5 to 10 seconds. My friends were probably not as attentive as I was or made to be so, so nobody else but I noticed it. 005 Shadow Of An Unseen Figure Beside Me Summary: Shadow of human figure cast on leaves of a tree by yellow light without light source. This incident occurred in 1972 or 73 while
living with my parents at the time. At my
leisure, I enjoyed climbing up the roof
of the old house at night. Part of the roof
over one of the bedrooms was A shaped, like
an inverted trough. I would lay my back
on the incline of this A, gaze at the stars
and feel the cool breeze brush against my
arms. A few yards from here, there was a
tree. I would usually see its leaves waving
and swaying, as if smiling happily with
the breeze. One night I was at this usual
spot, gazing at the stars that littered
the moonless sky when a light lit on the
tree as though beamed from a distant source
behind the I was again up on the roof one night, again enjoying the view. Again a light lit on the tree. It was the same kind of light which appeared to have been beamed from behind my back, but this time a shadow appeared on the tree. It was that of a short human figure, more like a dwarf with tangles of what appeared to be the cloth strips or gauze on a mummy. The shadow walked down from the tip of the A, bow-legged as if climbing down a mountain, then disappeared into the shadow of the roof on the tree. From the position of both the shadow of the figure and that of the roof on the tree, it appears that the figure, what ever it was, had climbed down from the top of the A on the roof, walked past beside my left arm and down the roof. But I saw nobody climb down the incline of the A and walk past beside me. I just saw its shadow on the tree. 006 Extraordinary Occurrence Involving Insects Summary: Woke up under protective net to a swarm of hundreds of large cockroaches, about 1 inch or longer, crawling and flying chaotically in the bedroom. In another incident the toilet bowl was covered entirely with thousands of tiny harmless black ants. It was probably in 1973 or 74 when these occurrences happened. I came home for vacation with my parents and family. I was given the room which my father had added to the old house while I was a young man, student and living with them. Most people in that country commonly sleep under a net, about 7x4x4 feet, as protection against insects. On my first night I woke up to hear some buzzing sound just outside the net. I already knew it was the sound of flying cockroaches. The ceiling lamp had a switch to which was attached a long pull cord which hanged down on the net and right beside the bed. In the darkness of the room, I carefully grabbed the pull cord under the net and turned on the lamp. My goodness ... a swarm of hundreds of large cockroaches, about one inch or longer, were chaotically crawling and flying outside the net, on the net and all over the room. Some were already crawling on my arm while I was reaching for the cord and some had already entered the net! Now one of the insects that creep me out is large cockroaches. These insects fly like brainless crazy idiots and land anywhere including a person's body and then crawl under your clothes. I don't even want to imagine this happening to me! Upon seeing this swarm of these pests, I ran like hell out of the net, and outside the room. I ended up in the driveway swatting off these pests that were already crawling on my arms and shirt and crushing them on the floor. I think I slept in my car if not in a motel that night. In the morning after this incident everybody saw the cockroaches which trapped themselves in the net and those I had crushed on the floor. I exchanged room with my younger brother during the rest of my vacation. He wasn't bothered even by one large cockroach. My brother was the most previous occupant of that room and said he had never seen that kind of cockroach frolic. Also, the room had been rented out previously before and there had been no such complaints from the tenants. So I have no idea why me? Another time, also during my visit there, I was about to use the toilet. As I entered the bathroom the toilet was covered entirely with thousands of tiny black ants. This is the ant species that inhabits homes. They are harmless and would feast on spills of sweet food such as syrups, candies, beverages, etc. I did my bathroom business somewhere else then came back in less than 3 minutes to check if I should spray them with insecticide. The swarm had gone, not a trace of one of them left. If this had been the normal migration of these ants, they would have moved on to their next site in orderly way, like a caravan or convoy and very slowly. I would have seen where they were going. But this swarm just disappeared without a trace within less than 3 minutes. 007 KeysTaken Into The Supernatural? Summary: Keys in key ring vanished without a clue. The year was 1979. This incident happened in a park while fixing my car. There wasn't much of anything to do that fine afternoon, so I decided to fix something in my car which I had been putting off for some time. I was renting an apartment in the city near a park by the lake. Needless to say, I had no garage to work at. Being a work day, I knew the park would not be busy with too many people, so I drove up there. This wasn't the first time I used this park as a garage. I parked under the shades of a tree, got out of the car, got my tool box out the trunk, opened the hood and started working. I can no longer remember what I worked on that day, but it was under hood in the engine. Having finished fixing, I got in the car to start the engine. The set of keys with the car key in it was gone. Thinking back, after opening the trunk to get the tool box and before I started working, the only places where I could have inadvertently put the keys would be in one of my pockets, on the dashboard, on the front passenger seat or forgotten in the key hole of the trunk. This is how I am. Except for a bunch of boys playing volleyball hundreds of feet away, the place where I parked at was an open space and practically desolate, "you can see for miles around". I would have been too dumb not to notice anybody approach or walk away from this little car from any direction and pull a dirty joke on me such as stealing my set of keys. Besides, the old car was not attractive enough to be worth that kind of joke. I looked into every possible corner and slot in the car where the keys could have fallen into, including the engine - nothing. I looked on the ground around and under the car. The keys just plainly had vanished. I had to call a mobile locksmith. After several hours' waiting, they arrived, extracted the ignition key assembly, and did work on the barrel with a matching key. When I got home, I had to ask special favor from the manager of the apartment after waiting long hours to have replacement keys to my apartment. That day had indeed been a long day. The keys had disappeared without a clue or trace. 008 Blood Mysteriously Dropped On The Bible Summary: Drop of blood suddenly appeared on the page of the Bible and formed a gory figure of a little boy's face. This incident occurred most probably in 1977. I am not very sure of the date but this was definitely the year when I returned to my home country for the first time. I was reading a page on the Bible when all of a sudden a drop, about half an inch diameter, of what appeared to be blood dropped on the page from out of nowhere. The gory drop developed into a figure of the head of a little boy with round face squarely fronting me and with curly hair. It did not terrify me or cause eerie sensation in my body but I was just amazed, bewildered. I returned the book where it belonged and never bothered whatever happened with the gory figure. Things like these did not have any meaning to me during those times. Who would be interested? The family Bible was old and had dark brown artificial leather cover elegantly decorated with golden letters and trims. There were some termite damage on one of the edges nevertheless it was in good shape. I no longer recall what I did with the Bible during the days following this incident. I have no idea where it might be today but I would guess the gory drop is still in it. Predestination The following true stories (009 - 011) appear to imply predestination. 009 Numbers Summary: A memorable 6 digit number appeared clearly in a dream. This occurrence was dream related and happened
fairly recently (2001). Does everyone realize
that the civilized urban world is a world
of numbers? We have numbers for just about
everything: social security, bank, credits,
checks, money orders, etc., you name it
... numbers for every use! In some of these
uses, such as the PIN, passwords, even email
addresses, etc., numbers are chosen by the
user. Can it be that some of these numbers
are supernatural or extraterrestrial in
origin? I dreamt of a 6 digit number one
night and woke up 010 My Notebook Went Ahead Of Its Time Summary: Laptop computer not present in the room heard shutting down long before it was purchased from a store. I bought this notebook computer in September, 2001. It is one which has to be shutdown first before turning off the power switch. The computer knows if this shutdown procedure is followed lest it does extra steps during startup. So what has a computer got to do with the paranormal? Well, during shutdown the read/write head of the hard drive makes some rapid knocking sounds, i.e., di-dit, di-di-dit, di-di-di-dit, then a short "IT IS NOW SAFE TO SWITCH YOUR COMPUTER OFF " display on the screen before the screen goes black. Long before I even planned on buying a computer, perhaps over a year or so, I had been hearing this exact knocking sound on several different occasions almost regularly just before going to bed after staying up late with my books at night (usually during the wee hours in the morning). The sound came from outside the window of my apartment. Every time I heard it I would wonder what it was! So what was the sound I had been hearing? Was it some similar sound made by a woodpecker, a toy, water hammer in a plumbing some place, or a lunatic knocking on wood, plastic or steel, or was it a sound from etc.? The answer is a big NO. The knocking sound is a sound like no other, made by this kind of computer only. There is nothing similar. Was it the sound from an identical or similar computer being shutdown elsewhere in the building or on the street? This is the closest possibility, but it could not have been because the sound from the notebook is only audible within three to five feet from the computer in an absolutely quiet surroundings. The other apartments in the building and the street are several feet away from my window and, needless to mention, the rooms are sealed in storm windows and acoustic insulations. Since I met and bought my notebook computer, I never heard again the knocking sound from outside the window. Nowadays I am busy almost every night with this laptop till the wee hours in the morning. When I shut it down, it makes the unique knocking sound that I had been hearing even before I bought this computer. Now I know for certain what I had been hearing during those wee hours in the morning long before I met this notebook ..... it was this notebook making those weird sounds while shutting down somewhere. Probably this notebook knew I was predestined to own it. The time to have this occurrence on record is lagging way behind my notebook which went ahead of its time! 011 The Hair Strand Summary: Mysterious hair found between pages in a book and disintegrated on sight. This paranormal episode occurred in 2002. It is not a very long story, but very extraordinary and challenges every sort of explanation. I do not know of any reason for the occurrence except the circumstance during the time frame that it happened. I have a favorite reference book which I occasionally would read during spare time. I had pulled it out from the shelf one night and opened it to the page that I wanted. To my surprise, a long strand of thin dark brown, presumably woman's hair was on the page. I picked it up and held it between my fingers, wondering whose hair it was. I was intently examining it when it suddenly disintegrated slowly like hair being burned by a match beginning from its tip. But unlike burning hair which produces smelly smoke, this hair strand disintegrated into extremely fine particles which formed a thin streak in mid air. It produced no smell. The very minute particles were lustrous bluish black flakes or scales resembling very finely ground mica or graphite. They reflected light while flipping and turning in mid air. The streak that was formed floated long enough in the air for me to see the particles closely, then diffused into and vanished in the atmosphere. The closest thing similar to this streak is a thin line of smoke from a cigarette. I laid the hair strand down on the page and saw it continue to disintegrate all the way to the very end of the strand. No trace of it was left on the page. It was also during these days that I had been on the internet, reading the apparitions at Lourdes, the life of Saint Bernadette and looking at her pictures, but I could not establish a direct relation of the hair strand to this. Whoever or whatever placed the hair strand in my favorite reference book knew on what page I would be opening the book, lest I would have not found the paranormal hair. Predestined? I believe the hair strand belonged to someone from the other side of life's veil. 012 The Unknown Never Forgets Summary: Missing padlock found mysteriously in the car. Yesterday, March 22, 2003, an incident happened which makes me so glad to know that my favorite Unknown is still with me. I had taken one of my rotary padlocks from the storage bag just before leaving for work that morning. I was planning to use this padlock in place of the company-issued lock for the company locker. Soon after entering the work place, I unlocked the company padlock and opened the locker where I kept my tools. I was going to use the padlock that I had set aside, but I could not find it in any of my pockets. I could not remember what I did to the padlock after taking it out of the storage bag at home. Well, I said, may be I left it at home and will use it some other time. But as I started work, I found out that I forgot the set of company keys which I clearly remembered I had shoved into the glove compartment of my car the night before. So I went out to get the keys in my car and as I opened the car door, there it was ... the rotary padlock was on the console right beside the transmission stick. I want to argue with myself that I was
just being forgetful even as I was writing
this incident. But I remember very well
that, as always, I checked that there was
nothing left laying on conspicuous places
in the car: dashboard, front seats, console,
even on the floor before leaving the car
and closing the door. If I had left the
padlock on the console, I would have easily
seen it and automatically put it in the
right pocket of my jacket before leaving
the car. So, let us say I had forgotten
what I did to the padlock after pulling
it out of the storage bag at home. Who placed
it in the car where I could easily see it
and yet not see it? If the padlock were
a poisonous snake it would have bitten me
dead! 013 An Invisible Thief? Summary: Yellow wire in fluorescent ballast mysteriously disappeared from sight. Another encounter with the unknown in a long time? One day during the 3rd or 4th week of August, 2003. I was replacing a failed ballast in the 15th floor of the hotel. The replacement ballast I had just installed and wired had also failed to give light. It was not compatible with the light bulbs. I did not expect a mistake of this kind so I got so frustrated and upset. The whole process had to be redone. The sun was setting when I started work and I had chosen to depend on sunlight through the window just to my right to light the job instead of using trouble light. I had lost too much time and it would soon be dark. Racing against the setting of the sun, I went 15 floors down to get the right ballast. I came back to resume work and seeing the fading sunlight, I joked and said to myself that I had to finish this wiring before Dracula comes in. Just as I began undoing the wires of the wrong ballast, I noticed that one of the yellow receptacle wires connecting to the ballast wire was missing. I was positive I had installed the ballast with all the color-coded wires, which came in pairs, properly connected. I replaced the stolen wires and the job was finished before the faint sunlight finally faded into darkness. To this day I am still wondering what happened that evening. Did anybody sneak into the room and played such dirty joke on me as stealing a yellow wire while I was gone to get the right ballast? Nobody in a good work place such as that would be that foolish. Also, the 15th floor almost always was deserted that time of the year and that hour in the evening. Moreover, nobody else but I knew I was in that room and what I was doing. So, I believe nobody sneaked in. Did something unknown take the wire? I feel and think yes. I have had quite a few similar encounters before, and this must be another one in a long time. The hairs in my arms and neck were rising as I was typing this incident. 014 A little Something From The Unknown Summary: Piece of packing foam mysteriously found on floor November 03, 2003. Early this morning shortly before 5:00, I awoke from sleep for no reason. When this happens, I would usually go to the bathroom. I turn off all the lights before going to bed at night, so my whole room was in complete darkness, except for diffused faint street light. I sat on the edge of the bed and as I was putting on my slippers, I saw a little white thing, outstanding in the dark on the floor. I thought it was a little piece of white paper. It was not of any significance, so I went to the bathroom. On coming back to bed, I picked up the little white thing in the dark. It wasn't a piece of paper. It felt like a little piece of foam. I switched on my desk lamp and I was right, it was a little piece of foam used for packing. It had the outline of the head of a hawk or eagle (like the logo of the U. S. mail) but its shape as a whole was too odd and meaningless for me to comprehend. It was very strange, because I would have seen this little piece of foam on the floor before I laid down to sleep that night. I live alone in an apartment. There is only one entrance/exit door with barrel bolt inside. I am absolutely sure I have never done anything recently which involved foam packing. In short, I do not know how the little piece of white foam got there. It came from somewhere! This is the only occurrence so far which left a little something. It will be in my keeping until I find out it is in fact insignificant! 015 Another Encounter With The Unknown Summary: Car console clip fastener and car relay mysteriously disappeared and reappeared in the "nick of time". Today, May 10, 2004 and last week. The paranormal, ghosts, haunting and related stories have become my favorite reading materials. While I take interest in these stories, I was skeptical and could not believe in many of them. I thought stories about objects being moved from one place to another, or things being thrown across by some unseen force were just inventions of some writers. Now I believe. I witnessed something similar just this afternoon and one day last week. I was doing electrical installation in my car when something impossible to explain happened just this afternoon. Having finished installing a device under the console, I was reinstalling the console when I heard something metallic fly off inside near its rear. I did not want anything improperly installed, so I decided to check. There was nothing there that would fly off. I looked around the little space at the console's end, there was not a piece of metal that flew off. So I went on and the whole installation was about finished but for one screw at the front end corner of the console on the passenger side. I inserted the last screw into the hole but discovered the clip fastener was missing. I was thinking it might have been dislodged off the bracket when I unscrewed the console. But this was impossible to happen; if it did, it would not have escaped my attention. Also, if it fell into the tight crevices in the dashboard support, it would be extremely laborious to retrieve it, so I decided to find and buy a replacement clip the next day. But just as I picked up the last tool to stow away, there it was, the clip was right on the floor at the passenger side. In bewilderment, I just kept asking myself repeatedly how the clip fastened to the dashboard support for the front end corner of the console could fly off when I was reinstalling its rear end and its front end had not even touched the support yet! Impossible! But it happened! As though someone had yanked the clip fastener off the support and threw it on the floor! One day last week another little inexplicable incident happened; in my car also; also at the right side of the console. I was about to insert one relay into the relay panel in the console. The relay accidentally slipped off my fingers and dropped a distance of about two inches on to the adjustment lever of the passenger seat. I heard it hit the adjustment lever, then it disappeared. I desperately searched probably more than half an hour for the relay on the passenger side floor, under the seat, anywhere else it could have landed. The relay had vanished! Disgusted and frustrated, I gave up searching and was getting ready to leave the car to find and buy a replacement relay when I saw the missing relay on the driver's side floor next to my right foot beside the console. It was good I did not step on it. One of its pins was bent. Up to this writing, I cannot explain how something very light in weight and dropping only about two inches on a non spring rod could fly up clear an obstruction (the console) about 12 inches high and land on the floor on the other side of the obstruction (driver's side)! This event does not conform to the laws of physics and gravity! But then again, it truly happened! 016 How Can I Ignore And Trash The Unknown? Summary: Desperately needed wood finishing nails appeared from nowhere in bin full of sheetrock nails. I have witnessed several incredible paranormal occurrences. They continue to the present time and I can't describe enough how bewildered I am each time they occurred. However, I still do not know what is in these occurrences for me. Not knowing the why and the what for, my indifference and loss of interest in them have begun to set in. But how can I completely ignore these occurrences if they are so bewildering! On May 22, 2004, I had just installed a new lock to a damaged door. To complete the job, the plywood skin at the bottom of the door which had peeled off the frame had to be glued back on. I applied some glue, but the plywood skin stubbornly kept prying off. I was able to hold down the skin at the corner of the door with a clamp but not along the width; there was not enough space between the bottom edge of the door and the floor for the clamp. So it needed to be tacked in with at least three finishing nails. In this work place, we buy materials as
needed and do not stock supplies such as
nails, so I did not know where to find the
nails that I I was already talking to myself where I would find this last piece of finishing nail as I again went downstairs and entered the shop. I was sure the three nails I was so lucky to find after searching the first time were all there was among the wall nails. So I said, you have to give me this one last nail if you are really with me! Again I started grabbing the wall nails in the bin. After two or three times doing this, the bin was almost empty but for a few pieces of wall nails. As my fingers grasped these remaining wall nails, there it was, one lonely, last finishing nail was between my fingers! I could not believe this incredible episode! I was thankful and really bewildered (again), but had to go back to the door and finish the job. To this writing I am still trying hard to convince myself that this incident is nothing out of the ordinary. However I have yet to answer some questions lingering in my mind to do so. Why is it that there were exactly 3 nails when I was looking for 3 nails that I needed the first time? Where did these three nails come from? Why were there no other kinds of nails in the bin? If there had been, this would have meant that the bin contained all sorts of left over nails thrown into it - a very common way hardware materials, particularly nails, are kept in any residential or commercial maintenance shops and therefore, the presence of the finishing nails would leave nothing to ponder over. What about the last, lonely finishing nail that I desperately needed to complete the job? Could it be that I did not look hard enough in the bin the first time I searched? Why didn't it appear the first time? And here again, why were there 4 finishing nails in the bin, exactly what the door needed, and not 0 or 5 or more? Lastly, if the wall nails that were in the bin were newly bought, what is the probability that 4 finishing nails would be mixed with them at the time that they were bought and sacked at the hardware store? Wouldn't it be perhaps 1 in 4 million or more? What answers to these questions will convince me that this episode can be nailed as nothing but an uneventful coincidence? So, how can I ignore and trash this incident and the Unknown? 017 Car Door Slammed Against Concrete Post Undamaged Summary: Car door slammed against concrete post by wind but sustained no damage. Mysterious stubborn white misty spot appeared on front windshield. June 7, 2004. It was my last day off from work. After my leisure at my favorite park I drove into a car wash to bath my car, so to speak. The place was practically empty except for the other two drivers busy washing their vehicles. After washing, I did not move my car out of the washing shed to do the rubbing and shinning because I knew the car wash would not be busy, being a work day. It was around past 3 p.m. and there was no other customer in line to use the same washing shed after me so I started doing the finishing touches. Having done some thorough rubbing, the outside of the car now clean and shinny, I went inside, sat on the driver's seat and started dusting with damp cleaning cloth. I left the car door half open and as I was cleaning the top of the dash board, the wind gusted strongly and slammed the car door against the corner of the concrete post. Let me tell you the corner of that concrete post was sharp. Anything that bumps into it will surely get hurt! The car shook from the impact and I heard the door slam against the post. I immediately began sweating from the thought of the damage that must be taken care of. Already I was demoralized and depressed, cursing and swearing, "? WH... F...K?**@*@ ~ #$ ( " as I got out of the car to look at the damage. Lo and behold ..... no dent, no scratch, nothing! As if nothing happened! The door was as perfect as it had always been! Impossible! An exuberating relief! As always, I was bewildered by this incident. I was in deep thoughts again that this is another paranormal occurrence. I was about to enter the car to continue cleaning when I noticed a white misty spot on the clear front wind shield. Thinking it was a wax spot I missed during the rubbing, I rubbed damp cloth on it right away. It wouldn't rub off easily and when it finally did, it appeared again. It was harder to rub off after it had reappeared. It was weird because there was nothing in the car or in the washing shed that could have caused this spot. Where did it come from? It was about the size and shape of a laurel leaf. It was oval, round at the bottom and tapered towards the tip. Knowing that this was paranormal, I should have tried to feel the temperature on that spot with my finger tip. But at that instant, I did not think fast enough, although I could tell it would have been a biting freezing temperature, i.e., from the ghost stories that I have been reading. My guess was it was sub-zero frozen dust on a clear glass. However, if it was, then the damp cloth would have stuck on the spot because of the moisture in it freezing against the glass and there would have been some trace of water as it reached the ambient temperature. But no, there was nothing like that; no water, not even from the damp cloth! In other words there was no evidence of freeze. It simply disappeared by itself. No trace of the substance was left anywhere. The spot appeared to be a very thin spray of transparent white paint on clear glass. I have never seen this kind of substance before. 018 What Is This Strange Incident All About? Summary: Eye glass cord mysteriously wrapped around lamp shade. This story is about a little incident which requires a world of explanation. It happened on September 11, 2004, probably around midnight, after I had finished working on my laptop. I have a desk lamp, specifically, a drafting or architect's lamp. In this lamp, the lamp shade is attached to the end of an adjustable lever. The electric cord runs from the plug at the lamp base through inside the entire length of this lever. At the end of this lever the electric cord comes out in a loop in the shape of a roller coaster and then enters the lamp shade where it connects to the bulb receptacle. This loop has an important role in this story. Being far-sighted I wear an eye glass with a cord. I only use this eye glass for reading and close work, then conveniently drop it with the cord hanging around my neck, whenever I'm through using it. Believe me I would have lost dozens of reading glasses had it not been for this cord around my neck! At home when I am through with the computer, I would switch off the laptop and hang the eye glass cord around the loop so that it suspends on the side of the lever ..... just like you were hanging on the side of your horse with your two hands tied together and your arms wrapped around the saddle (this is hard if not impossible to do, but helps in visualization). Hanged this usual way, the cord can easily be lifted off the loop when I need to use the eye glass; just as you would easily get your arms off the saddle. My room gets dark with the laptop monitor off and things on my desk are hardly visible from the street lighting. This particular night, as usual, I inadvertently hanged my eye glass around the loop. The night would have been as uneventful as always, except in the dark, I felt and heard the eye glass cord slide on the lever and heard the glass hit the base of the lamp. This has never happened before! It was strange but I did not give it much thought. I just assumed that the eye glass had swung by the cord and hit the lever at the lamp base. Don't bother, I thought. I went to the kitchen for a bite to eat. A very short time later, I decided to complete
something in my computer files. I went back
to the desk and started as usual by switching
on the lamp. I needed light on the keyboard,
needless to say. The next thing would be
lifting off the eye glass cord hanging around
the loop so I can wear the reading glasses.
Lo and behold ..... the eye glass was on
the base of the lamp and the cord was around
the lever, not around the loop! ..... just
like you were riding on the saddle with
the body of the horse between your legs
and your two feet tied together. How would
you get off the horse riding this way? How
on earth did this thing happen? I ended
up sliding the eye glass cord off through
the entire length of the lever from the
lamp base and over the lamp shade; just
as you would get off the horse by sliding
off the horse between your legs. This was
not easy to do and has never happened before!
I argued with and doubted myself. May be
I hanged the eye glass cord over and around
the lamp shade on to the lever? May be I
did, but I would have known. This would
have not been easy to do either; not as
easy as when I hanged it! If I did this
thing by magic, I surely wish I could do
it again! I reenacted hanging the eye glass
cord with my eyes closed several times and
even moved the lever in different positions.
I never missed hanging the cord around the
loop just as I had been doing. I got no
magic endowment and gained nothing from
this reenactment but confidence that I can
still trust myself. But I'm still asking,
how did this thing happen? If something
did it, it was bewilderingly, incredibly
done! 019 An e-Painting Mystery Summary: A painting of an old man's face developed all of a sudden in the e-painting of a cross. February 1, 2005. I was seated in front of my computer with my mind just generally wandering. Then it occurred to me that I have kept no religious emblem or symbol in my computer which is full of all sorts of images and pictures. The cross came to mind, and I wanted something of my own. So I began to paint a cross using the Paint program. I call this process e-painting. Having finished the figure of the cross, I wanted to symbolize what is on the cross with an oval. So I began painting an oval over the cross and while doing so I was thinking 'I wonder what this will turn out to be?' I haven't finished with the oval yet and noticed an old man's face had developed in it. I stopped painting the oval so as not to destroy or distort the old man's face. The painting turned out to be a mystery. See the attachment titled, "e-Painting Mystery". Notice the unfinished oval.
If I had the ability to paint the face of an old man on the cross I would have done so instead of an oval. But the oval was all I knew I could do to paint the symbol I wanted on the cross. I couldn't have painted the face of the old man if I tried countless times. Something painted the old man's face. 020 A Fairy Godmother Tale?
Summary: Fairy Godmother vision appeared behind closed eyelids. This true, bewildering incident occurred very recently (June 4?, 2006). Who says fairy tales are only a Disney fantasy? You will find out it isn't! I had been busy exchanging emails about the unseen beings such as fairies, little people, piskies, etc., during a few days with a paranormal website correspondent. After sending her an email that night, still about the subject, I started to get some sleep. On closing my eyes, chaotic visions in color, flashed like TV commercials in the darkness behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes, the visions disappeared of course, and wondered what the heck was going on! I had to go to the bathroom, only a few steps behind my bedroom, but the darkness seemed to be so creepy and freaky I had to turn on the lights. Weird! Darkness, even the black of night, never bothered me anywhere. I turn on lights only when necessary. I do get spooked (hair rising) by darkness but only after reading some paranormal stories in the internet late at night. However, this would last only for a very short while, then I am back to being a superman in the middle of the dark. Not this particular night, though. I seemed "scared" of darkness the minute I switched off the lamp; and it lingered. I went back to bed. On closing my eyes, chaotic colored visions again started flashing in the darkness behind my eyelids. I knew there was nothing I could do, so I did not open my eyes this time. I just let the chaotic visions flash like fast-paced TV popups. Then a clear vision appeared. It was an Image Preview. It looked so real as though I were in front of my computer! In this Image Preview, on the top right corner was an image of a woman, all in light bluish gray. The image was from her feet up to about the middle of her thighs only: about 1/3 of her! She was wearing a wide skirt which covered a few inches down her knees on up. Well, she looked like an old lady to me, somewhat heavy. My mind was telling me she was something like the Fairy Godmother in Cinderella (a movie about a fairy story). I opened my eyes. It was unusually quiet. My fear of darkness was no more. Nothing else but a good night's sleep followed. In the morning, I went to the lake where I immediately wrote down this incident and a little later, drew an e-painting of the vision. See the attachment titled, "Fairy Godmother". Two days prior to this vision, I discovered that the first and only copy of my guitar recordings on a cassette tape had been tampered with in a most incredible, bizarre manner. I had not run the tape for about a week, so there was no way of knowing exactly when this tampering was done. My first suspicion was burglary and theft. However, I live alone and nobody but I knew about this cassette tape. Even so, I kept the tape in a secret box in a padlocked closet, in case somebody did get interested and intended to steal it. The apartment had its door lock and an additional hardened steel padlock. I had the only keys to these locks. It would take a professional locksmith to unlock this door and the closet. Assuming the door had been unlocked, the burglar/thief would have to ransack the entire apartment to quickly search for the tape. There had been no sign or evidence of ransacking. Therefore the burglary and tampering on the tape could not have been done by anything human. The vision of the lady was a strong indication for me to conclude that the burglary and tampering were not an ordinary incident. I believe it was paranormal and/or supernatural. The vision was perhaps the signature of the lady, telling me that she, not any human, had done the burglary and incredible tampering. I consider this the lady's mischief but she certainly was so wonderful as to let her identity be known. Probably, she also did not want me to go nuts suspecting everyone and fussing around to catch the intrusive suspects. The fact that this incident occurred at the time when my mind had been busy with the writings about unseen beings, i.e., angels, fairies, little people, piskies and the like, who can tell if this occurrence was not only paranormal and/or supernatural but a fairy tale! So, I call the old lady the "Fairy Godmother". I will remember her and her mischief! It's just too bad I had reused the tampered tape before I saw the vision. I could have kept it as a souvenir of the Fairy Godmother and her mischief! The lady left me with an intricate puzzle: Why did she show me only about 1/3 of her? I hope you liked this suspect fairy tale story for a change! Anyone who has any other plausible explanation to this occurrence is welcome to email me ASAP. 021 All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Belong? Summary: Tucked mysteriously under bedsheet. I highlighted the date of this occurrence on the calendar, June 21, 2006. It shall live in my memory files. I have been living alone almost my entire life. Well, not unsociable, I occasionaly attend meetings, gatherings, celebrations, and what not but I have been living without companionship. Many of us living in this building are pretty much the same way. No wonder we flock together in the lobby once in a while! For personal reasons known only to each one of us, the absence of family or companion is noticeable. Family phone calls, and nothing more, perhaps make others among us better, or a little bit different than my next door neighbor or me. So, it is very obvious, most of us take care of ourselves (reminds me of Paul McCartney's song, All The Lonely People, if you are familiar with the Beatles). Where do people like us belong? I guess it doesn't really matter to most of us; if not all of us. Life goes on as normally as anybody else's, the only difference is nobody cares especially for us but ourselves! Or so it seems. My place which is in the North side of the building is Nature dependent. Too cold or too hot according to season. The hot season was slowly creeping in and the bedspreads on the mattress were getting too uncomfortably warm. Consequently, weeks before June 21st, I had removed every thing on the mattress except a thin bed sheet and two pillows. I sleep on the bedsheet, not under it. Needless to explain why. Every civilized person who sleeps on bed should know the reasons. I sleep comfortably this way until waking time in the morning. Occasionally but not regularly, the cool temperature towards the morning hours (3 or 4 a.m.) would awaken me. When this happens, I would get up, get a light blanket in the closet, back to bed, cover myself with the blanket, then back to sweet sleep until waking time. Nothing to it, nothing extrordinary, nothing eventful, you might even say boring. But wait! On June 21st, something for which I have no explanation happened. I woke up neatly tucked under the thin bed sheet that morning. Impossible! To tuck myself neatly like that I had to get up and spread the sheet neatly over the mattress then lay on the mattress under the sheet. But I never woke for any reason that night! and I don't sleep on bare mattress. Who did it? Why June 21? I have no idea! Bewildering, extraordinary, incredible! As McCartney would sing, All The Lonely People, where do they all come from? All The Lonely People where do they all belong? Good song; unwitting, enchanted question! 022 Who Can Split A Glass Mug In Two?
Summary: Glass beer mug split smoothly in two for no reason while being filled with cold water. 10:30 pm August 5, 2006. My favorite glass beer mug broke into two pieces while I was filling it up to the brim with ice cold water. I saw the whole thing happen. The part of the glass mug with the handle was in my hand and the part which broke off fell on the floor and with it, all the ice cold water that was in the mug. Onexamining the two broken pieces, it looks as if the glass mug did not break but split into two clean pieces along its height. There are no jagged edges on either of the two pieces. As a matter of fact the two pieces can be put back together if there is a suitable glue. I have searched and theorized every possible natural cause. I found none. If anyone can duplicate splitting a glass mug like this, then scientific explanation is acceptable. If not, then there is no explanation to this incident. I have decided not to trash but keep this broken glass mug as souvenir of this unexplained incident. See the attachment titled, "Mug Mystery" If anyone can split a glass beer mug into two clean pieces along its height without using any tool or equipment, please email me at your earliest convenience. I intend and am trying to confirm that this incident is not paranormal. We can make a deal for your reward. 023 Mysterious Mice Summary: Real brown mouse appeared from nowhere and vanished on wall corner. Dark gray mice silhouettes seen dashing on floor then disappeared. This was an incident in 2006 but I did not bother to write the date immediately. I was busy doing something in the kitchen when a mouse, a real mouse or what looked like it, appeared out of nowhere near the stove. It was about two or three inches long, brownish gray body and white belly. Now mice or mouse is unheard of in this building. Garbage and trash are efficiently disposed of from each apartment so there is no possibility of food being available for survival of a mouse let alone a colony of mice. Besides rat traps and pest control chemicals are all over the building. From the time it appeared I never took my sight off this mouse. It ran very fast to one corner of the kitchen next to the window and it must have vanished right there. If it ran from that corner to any direction, it wouldn't have escaped my sight. Another time I was walking near my bed when I saw two very dark gray figures which appeared like mice two inches long dashing tail to tail on the floor about five feet to my bed. They disappeared just before reaching the foot of the bed. The first mouse that I saw looked very real but the two dark gray once appeared more like shilhouettes than real. Both disappeared without a trace or clue. 024 Visitation In A Long Time Summary: Tiny part of hobby aircraft mysteriously disappeared and reappeared. January 08, 2007 around 8 p.m. I was about to install a tiny part for the airplane model that I was building when I found the butter knife that I needed was not on my work tray. I laid the part on the work table and went to the kitchen to get the knife. Coming back where I left off, I had everything all set and ready to install, but the tiny part was gone. I was very sure there was no way the tiny part could have gotten lost, but for the benefit of doubt, just the same, I retraced my path to the kitchen (which was only less than 10 steps away) and searched almost every inch on the floor for the tiny part toward where I got the knife. The little part was nowhere to be found. It had vanished. However, the next day at about the same time I found the missing part unintentionally and accidentally on the floor right next to the foot of my recliner. This recliner was along the path alright, but I would have found the tiny part there during the thorough search. I know without the slightest doubt I did nothing that would place the tiny part there! So who placed it there? 025 Another Wonderfully Amazing Incident Summary: Pilot figure in hobby aircraft seated itself in cockpit of aircraft. January 14, 2007. Early this evening I had to remove the pilot figure from the model jet plane which I had recently built. When I built this kit I assembled the cockpit in such as way that the stick fits exactly into the pilot's right hand and locks the pilot on to the seat so he does not fall off the cockpit during rolls. Consequently, it takes some delicate maneuvering of the pilot figure into the cockpit and locking him on to the seat, lest the stick breaks. Well, it broke this evening accidentally because of my impatient manuevering. I immediately repaired the stick. It would be ready 4 or 5 hours later. At around 1:00 a.m. I positioned the pilot figure into the cockpit and was about to maneuver him on to the seat when I had to urgently go to the bathroom. I was in the bathroom for probably 3 to 4 minutes. On coming back to start where I had left off, Lo and Behold ... the pilot figure was already seated properly and the stick was already in its hand, locked on and ready for take off! Unbelievable! Obviously, the pilot had maneuvered himself on to the seat, had grabbed the stick and had locked himself on to the seat. Wonderful! I was really amazed how things like these happen! If I had done the maneuvering and locking on by myself, maybe the stick would have broken again. Well, I was grateful! Over the years, I have assembled 7 model
aircrafts including the one I assembled
about a month ago, each with a pilot figure.
I have 026 Internet Mystery Summary: Uncalled for but familiar 10 digit phone number mysteriously entered in phone number window online. This incident happened on May 24, 2007. I have not found and am still searching for an acceptable explanation to this incident. Until then it will remain a mystery. I had been searching for an electronic part in the internet since about 8:00 PM. I had filled out probably half a dozen website Request For Quote (RFQ) forms each with the usual info such as first name, last name, email address, part number being searched, etc. None of these request forms asked for a contact telephone number. It was getting late into the wee hours when I happened to open the RFQ form of this one website. It was asking for all the usual info which I just mentioned but this was the first one to ask for a contact telephone number. For the sake of security in the internet, I usually do not give out my phone number, so I paused and began thinking what phone number to enter. To my surprise a 10 digit number suddenly appeared on the phone number window! I looked at it carefully and it was the phone number of my long lost friend who lives in a suburb near Chicago, IL! Computer time was exactly 2:00 AM. I have no idea how this happened! Both my friend and I have lost each other since the 1980's. I have never opened this particular website before and am absolutely sure I have never used my friend's phone number for any purpose on the computer at any point in time! But it appeared in the phone number window as if saying: "enter this number!". So I did exactly that and then submitted the completed RFQ form. If any reader can leave a feed back or comment as clue or plausible explanation to this incident, it would certainly be enlightening. 027 Computer Password Supernaturally Entered? Summary: Wrong online password entered by itself in password bar. This brief mysterious incident happened early morning on July 25, 2007. I had to log on to the ghost story website to post a comment. Something inexplicable happened. I had to repeat entering my password. For accuracy I key in my password on the address bar then cut and paste it on the password bar. I did exactly that just seconds ago. It failed. So I pasted the password back on the address bar. Now the last number of the password is supposed to be 1. But it was 9. I swear this was not my error. If it were, how could my finger be 9 keys away and as sure as a rectangle has 4 sides I did not use the wrong finger! Could this be a computer glitch? I am positive my computer knows better than that... Accuracy and all! However I believe my computer cannot do any better than what the Unknown wants to do. It was scary! The story which I was to comment on was
"Message From The Grave" written
by author codenamed asje. A story about
her grandmother who dearly wished to be
buried beside her husband's grave when she
dies but her son buried his mother-in-law
instead on the grave space beside her husband's
which she had purchased before she died.
Many years later her grandmother dreamt
about her husband asking her for help to
move a stone. Well in my computer it appears
very astonishingly and mysteriously that
the character 1 on my computer system had
been moved to 9 correlatedly with the story.
My computer knows how and by whom this was
done. I do not. I can only believe a supernatural
occurrence! The incident was definitely another computer mystery. This mystery is the most recent addition to the many paranormal occurrences that I have experienced. END OF OCCURRENCES The story below is not my own paranormal experience, but I think it is strongly relevant and I found it really interesing and worth the adaptation. Fairy Legend of Land's End, Cornwall, England This is one of the legends of Cornwall (the land of enchantments), England. Cornwall is a piece of land about the size of Cleveland, Ohio at the Western tip of England in the South. The story took place about two centuries ago very near the very tip by the sea of Cornwall in the West, appropriately named Land's End. A man, William Noy, was traveling on horseback one moonlit night from St. Buryan to his home farm at Baranhual. The coastal road between these two places passed by Selena, a farm before Baranhual and on that night, William took a short cut route at Selena instead of the usual coastal road. He had to force his terrified horse to traverse on to the Selena Moor, a desolate wilderness of marsh, wild undergrowth, bogs and granite outcrops and soon he had discovered himself lost in an unknown, dark and deserted forest. Suddenly myriads of candles glimmered through the trees everywhere in the forest and with this was a sound of music. His horse had become frantically wild from terror, so he finally decided to let it go, anxious and hoping at the same time that the animal could bring much needed help. In bewilderment, he proceeded alone through the forest and in the clearing came upon an orchard which opened into a meadow. On this meadow was an old house and a girl in white dress was by the entry door, playing a fiddle. On the greens in the forest, William noticed hundreds of small people whirling, gyrating and dancing in unison at the giddy pace of the girl's music while many others seated around rows of miniature tables were feasting and drinking. Amazed and enticed by this merry making, he was about to join in the dance when the girl in white dress threw a warning glance at him. As the girl approached him, he recognized her: Grace Hutchens, his sweetheart from the Selena farm. She had been dead for three years, buried at the St. Buryan churchyard. Overwhelmed with joy, William made a move to kiss her but Grace shoved him away, explaining that he should not touch anything in the forest for they were all enchanted. She told him how she had gotten lost at sunset at the same moor where he had taken a short cut. One of her goats had gone astray and she was looking for it when she heard his voice nearby, calling his dogs. Searching for him, she had cut through the moor and got confused and lost amidst the wilderness of bogs and streams. She had sunk in the head high bracken trying to reach him. Exhausted, she came upon the orchard and the meadow, beyond which was a garden filled with roses, surrounded by trees, and there was a sound of music. She had eaten a sweet plum from the orchard, slept in the garden and from then on there was no way out of this enchanted place for her. She awoke surrounded by hundreds of the small people who had stolen her (exactly as William sees her now) and had left behind her changeling body which was soon found by her town friends and which they (including William) later buried at the St. Buryan churchyard. Grace went on to say that the small people have babies of their own, but extremely few and very precious to them. The small people are thousands of years old, even before the Christ, and had worshipped the stars while still in their human form. She said that they had rejoiced on having her in the place because they now have her to take care of them and their baby changelings (from dead human babies). The babies are nourished with milk from goats which the small people disguised as billy goats would lure into the garden. William did not like this kind of existence and wanted to escape and take Grace with him. He knew this was a spell and had knowledge that a spell such as this could be broken by turning his garment inside out. He did exactly this in a flash. Just as quickly, everything around him changed. Grace, together with the hundreds of small people vanished. The house became a ruin. The orchard turned into bogs and bracken stream and the garden into wilderness of thicket of thorns and brambles which buried the ruins of the house. Then he was struck by a mysterious lightning and fell unconscious. After searching three days and three nights,
William's friends found his horse by which
he eventually was also rescued. Found sound
asleep in the ruins of a house underneath
some almost impenetrable and massive thicket
of thorns and brambles, he was awaken without
sense of time and place. Although he had
not lost recognition of his friends, he
was retrospectively confused and had plenty
of questions about this puzzling event before
him. His friends brought him home. Much
later on, he finally recovered himself and
was able to recall and tell the story of
the bewildering events from the time he
left St. Buryan to the mysterious lightning
which fell him on the exact spot where he
was rescued. He went on with his life and
persisted in his desperate search for Grace
in the wilderness of the moor until he finally
languished and passed away. His body was
buried alongside Grace's grave at the St.
Buryan churchyard. It is believed that he
had joined Grace in the enchanted land.
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