MISTER MYSTERY RESPONDS

Perhaps the statements of the astronauts who walked on the moon could shed some light on this. "Then I heard a weird noise coming from the far side ... Are you familiar with the noise a taxpayer makes when squeezed by a tax inspector?" This statement by Buzz Aldrin gives us food for thought since a similar noise has been described in relation to haunted houses. Let's hear this other testimony by Neil Armstrong: “An unidentified flying object came out of the far side dragging behind it a banner announcing a well-known brand of detergent.” As it happens, haunted house owners are known to use the same detergent to remove ghost stains. Thus, everything seems to indicate that the moon is haunted. But if so, what would be at the root of this? According to the defenders of the ancient astronaut theory, in the time of the Pharaohs the moon would have been the scene of a bloody battle between the Pharaoh Amenophis III and the Anunnaki. It seems that, in his daily transit through h...

As Mao Zedong said once: "Everything weird tends to come together." Mao used to apply this wise principle to geese ("the strangest living creatures after Chiang Kai-Shek" according to him) but it can also be applied to ghosts and extraterrestrials. Indeed, it’s possible that there are ghosts of extraterrestrial origin. It’s almost certain if we look at the case of Benjamin Zukor. Haven't you heard of him? So let me illustrate.  Benjamin Zukor was a peddler who traveled the roads of Poland with his old horse and his cart. He was a dealer in pieces of metal of an unknown alloy here on Earth. People wondered where he got his merchandise from, and tried to get the answer out of him. But he used to make only a vague gesture with his hand pointing to the sky. Hence the rumor spread that, years ago, he had witnessed the crashing of a UFO on the bridge of his nose, and that it was from the remains of that accident from where he would extract his merchandise.  Zukor live...

Squattedman is watching over the city from the sky when he sees before him a little light that advances towards him very slowly but getting increasingly larger. Suddenly, the light dashes and stands up under his very nose. There, high above New York City, Squattedman faces a huge metal object in the form of a cigar. The cigar seems to be lit because from its end sprouts a weird violet smoke. However, at the other end there is no one puffing on. (Thank God because if there were someone, it should be twice the size of the Statue of Liberty.) In 1910 there was still no talk of flying saucers or possible alien life on other planets in the Universe. In fact, a high percentage of New Yorkers were still convinced that the Earth was flat. At least they were in no doubt about this in the case of New York. (For other cities they would not risk their necks.) And stars were just for decoration, like candles on a Christmas tree. If you had told them that our sun was just another star, they would h...

Sunset, the expected time for the duel, is approaching. Tieck is alone in the snowy meadow where the duel must take place. But he doesn’t stop for an instant: he is practicing the hot-water bottle fighting. Then he sees Wieland climbing the meadow. -Hey, I thought you would not come. The sun is about to set! You do not want to fight a duel in the dark, I imagine. So hurry up and take out your hot-water bottle before the water cools. -There is no hot-water bottle. -What? -My wife caught me taking it surreptitiously and kicked up a stink in the street. She wanted to know what I was going to do with the hot-water bottle.  And since I could not tell her, she imagined who knows what. He accused me of pervert and threatened to ask for a divorce. -The divorce? For a simple hot-water bottle? I hope you never dare to be unfaithful to her! -I tried to borrow one, but everyone seems to have affection for their hot-water bottle. In addition, in this cold, people need them to heat their b...

Holderlin walks along the old country road just outside Weimar, the same as always. Also as always, he recites his poems aloud with a profuse display of gesticulation. It is already getting dark and the sublime poet is already heading towards Weimar, back to his house, when suddenly a powerful ray of white light coming from the sky falls on him. Holderlin stops suddenly when he sees himself lighted up in such a way. "Must be the Muses" he says to himself. And raising his head and arms to heaven exclaims: "Oh, Muses, what do you want from me?". Suddenly the ray of light absorbs him so to speak, and a few seconds later the distinguished German poet is immersed in a futuristic enclosure surrounded by tall and thin beings of humanoid appearance who observe him with curiosity. They wear tight-fitting dresses of a pale blue. So tight that they clearly trace the outline of female breasts. They are completely bald and beardless, but under their noses a fine mustache with th...

With his hands clasped behind his back, Karl August, Duke of Saxe-Weimar, in his elegant red double-breasted coat, contemplates the landscape from the wide window of his office. Then someone knocks on the door. -Come in. -Excellency, I've already reviewed the correspondence. -Something important? -The Archduchess Feodora regrets not being able to attend the dance this Saturday. The Count of Wettin reminds you of the invitation to a hunting party in the Black Forest next week. And then there are the reports of the war. Prussia has joined a Sixth Coalition against Napoleon... The Duke turns around with surprised expression. -”Sixth” have you said? They have skipped the Fifth! Can't they count beyond three, those louts?! -The Fifth Coalition is what your Excellency knew as the Fourth Coalition. Before, there was a Third one, but it was so brief that your Excellency missed it. You thought they were the final throes of the Second Coalition. Suddenly the Duke bang ...

We the fans of the UFO phenomenon handle a classification when we treat of the “close encounters”. Depending on how close we've been to the aliens, we talk about "close encounters of the first kind", "close encounters of the second kind", "close encounters of the third kind", and finally there's the kind in which you cut and run. There are fans to whom going from one phase to another takes a lifetime. I, however, went through all these phases in just a few minutes. Now I tell you. In order to establish contact with extraterrestrials or with any girl who agreed to date me, I spent the nights traveling with my old Chevrolet around my hometown. Well, on March 15, 1986, I lost the bet I had made with my neighbor Nicky, who had bet against me that I would find the aliens rather than a girl willing to date me. Indeed, that night I was calmly driving through an uninhabited area when suddenly I saw a turquoise blue light in the sky. I stopped the car an...

I will tell you how the Society for Psychical Research first heard about what we call today flying saucers or Unidentified Flying Objects (UFO), but in 1890 (when this story is placed) they still did not have a name. (The testimonies referred to them as "that"). It turns out that in Burnley, County of Lancashire, lived a man capable of interpreting the song "If Ever I Cease to Love" with the laces of his shoes. For Sir Henry Sidgwick, this was an unprecedented paranormal phenomenon. As Sidgwick was the president of the Society nobody dared to contradict him, and that is how an expedition was organized to the county of Lancashire. (For the musician in question it was impossible to travel since he lacked other shoes than those he used to make music and they went out of tune if he walked with them.) Early in the morning, the four members chosen for the mission embarked on a stagecoach surrounded by the expressions of affection and gratitude from the rest of the SPR mem...

Ha, ha, ha, it's as if you ask a milkshake if there are mikshake drinkers. Of course they exist! I have been abducted 13 times without counting other frustrated attempts (once I cheated on them by pretending to be a refrigerator, ha, ha, ha, I'm very proud of that). I explain to you how it works: You are so quiet watching TV or sitting in the park. Suddenly, plop, a powerful beam of light illuminates you, as if you were on a stage under a spotlight. And you go up at great speed. It's them, the aliens, who from their damn flying soucer sip you like with a straw. They sip and sip until you fall inside the flying saucer, where, if you are bald, you have an implant of hair and, if you are not, they make you a bizarre hairstyle and they dye it blue, but a blue iridescent, an unknown blue here in the Earth. Then they laugh at your appearance. A small donation for needy children in exchange for this story? Click on this link to UNICEF. I really appreciate it! https...

I described in detail my encounter with the bigfoot to a couple of widowed gentlemen (I suppose they were widowed because they wore black) who kindly came to my house after reading in QUORA about the event in question. They were surprised to learn that my encounter with the bigfoot was just one of the many problems related to strange creatures that I have to face every day. I explained that almost every night I am visited by succubi who eat the carpet. And more from time to time, by aliens who suck me from their flying saucer by means of a straw of light. They were very interested in this last point and wanted to know if the aliens had implanted a chip in my brain or performed anatomical experiments with me. When I explained the horrible truth (that what they did was to submit me to a stilysh haircut), they said goodbye very kindly and left hastily muttering something about "lost time" and "nutty". I chased them a long way because I had not finished my explanation ...

It is an experience that I do not wish for anyone! They absorb you by a ray of light as if they were sipping through a straw. They sip and sip until you fall on their flying saucer. And there you undergo a hair implant operation. Then they comb your hair extravagantly and dye it blue and laugh at your appearance. It is very humiliating.  https://blog.feedspot.com/funny_blogs/