MISTER MYSTERY RESPONDS

One day I received a call from an apartment on 54th Street. The voice on the phone sounded scared. A detective of the paranormal like me immediately perceives that kind of detail. Definitely, the voice timbre was that of a panicked woman. In addition, she was screaming for help without stopping. After only a few minutes I was already in front of the mirror in her hall, looking at it carefully. It's not that I'm vain: it's that the problem was in the mirror. According to the woman, the mirror “was slow”. At first I did not get what she meant. I thought that I had misunderstood and that the problem was in the clock that hung on the wall in front of the mirror. So I turned on my heels and compared the time that the clock showed with that of my wristwatch: both coincided. I smiled: if both clocks were equally slow, they must be soulmates. That touched me. But then the woman grabbed me by the shoulders and made me face the mirror again. I thought she must be nuts. "If the p...

“Can a meteorological phenomenon become a paranormal phenomenon?”, a kind reader asks me. Rain of frogs is a relatively frequent phenomenon but clearly explained by Science. However, what about the rain of hearts that struck Australia in 1766, according to a document dated at that time? (The word isn’t clearly written but, although some have suggested that it says “hails”, Dr Lodge, who examined the document, concluded it says “hearts”). But if I am allowed to turn the question over, I will tell you one of the strangest events recorded in the Society for Psychical Research's files. So the question would rather be: “Can a paranormal phenomenon become a meteorological phenomenon?” Well, the answer is yes, it cans. First of all, let's place ourselves: we are in Clapham Road in Bedford. William Spencer is a naughty young man who always tends to antagonize people. He was warned about the danger of eating toadstools, and nevertheless he went to the forest expressly to hunt that type ...

William Barret came and went constantly from London to Brighton. Not for work reasons. Nor for pleasure. In fact, there was no reason whatsoever, simply he had that compulsion, he could not help it. One evening, in an after-dinner conversation he mentioned that, on each of his round trips, he sighted a very tall figure standing at the edge of the road saying goodbye with his hand as if in slow motion and with a swing of his whole body. This figure managed to stay always in the shade, so that Barret could never see its face. Of course it could not be someone known to him, since Barret did not know anyone who measured three meters high. That was the approximate height of the figure according to his calculations. Also, it did not do any other gesture, just that swaying saying goodbye with its arm up. Gurney said that this was extremely rare and that it deserved to be investigated. But all the other members started to cough and make excuses, so he was left alone with his proposal. Gurney ...

In the West Kensington spacious loft where the SPR files are gathering dust on the shelves, I discovered under old canvases a drawer full of folders that had been torn from their filing cabinet. It was, I think, a kind of graveyard where the cases over which someone intended to draw a thick veil finished their days. Among these, I found the case that I am going to refer now. Its protagonist was a young girl of the London high society. One day the president of the Society for Psychical Research received the visit of an elegant woman who requested the services of the SPR to find her daughter. Mr. Sidgwick kindly informed her that this was not a detective agency but a scientific institution dedicated to the investigation of parapsychology and paranormal phenomena. The woman said she was aware and that was precisely why she had resort to them. Then she explained that she thought his daughter had evaporated, literally. A few minutes before her disappearance, she had left her daughter absorb...

Personally I am an avid reader of ghost novels. But the fact that such stories are always located in dreary and gloomy mansions outrage me. The reality is quite different, as demonstrated by the hundreds of files of the Society for Psychical Research. The case that I am going to refer is registered under file number 426 and it happened in the year 1869 in a dreary and gloomy mansion located in the county of Leicestershire. This mansion was inhabited by Lady Louisa Fanshow, a dreary and gloomy woman who many visitors confused with the ghost. Because the mansion housed a dreary and gloomy ghost, you know? (This is another of the topics that outrage me: the SPR files show that many ghosts are nice and lively.) According to most testimonies, this ghost wore a three-cornered hat and dragged chains (or continuously hit a pan with a ladle, according to some). The people of the county bind together the ghost’s existence and a gruesome episode that took place in the mansion many years ago. App...

In the year 1882 (as recorded in the archives of the SPR) an antiquary of the city of Bristol received the visit of an old woman whom he would describe later as a witch. She wanted to sell him an oval mirror that she wore wrapped in a dirty cloth that in the past would have been colored but now it was as black as soot. The mirror was already old when the old woman had not yet been born, so the antiquarian was predisposed to buy it at a reasonable price, which for him meant dirt-chip. "Why do you want to get rid of it?" he asked. "Because it does not work anymore". The antiquary saw the opportunity to depreciate the mirror and, contemplating in it his own reflection, confirmed that the patina was worn and consequently the reflection obscured. "That's not the problem," replied the old woman, and clarified that it was a magic mirror. Upon hearing this, the antiquarian felt like laughing, but repressed laughter and instead made an offer to the old woman. ...

I am not a particularly handsome man, and yet for a while I was harassed by a beautiful woman I had met at a funeral. She was so intrusive in my life (one day I met her in bed), that my wife came to believe that I was involved with her. So I braced myself, and when I tripped over her again in an elevator, I let her know that I was happily married and did not want to have any extramarital affairs. The woman then smiled broadly, revealing long incisors. Then she pressed the stop button and pounced on my neck with her mouth wide open and eyes unhinged. The next thing I remember is lying in a hospital bed and a nice nurse asking me how the hell I had lost so much blood. A small donation for needy children in exchange for this story? Click on this link to UNICEF. I really appreciate it! https://blog.feedspot.com/funny_blogs/

First of all, you should consider that vampires do not exist. Or, in other words, they are non-existent. Non-existence makes it impossible for you to feed yourself, which causes your death by starvation. https://blog.feedspot.com/funny_blogs/

Years ago, when my twin brother Ralph was still alive, I complain that lately I had the impression that someone was following me. Ralph, who was always a few steps behind me, attributed the impression to my paranoic tendencies. But as I insisted, he end up blaming my own shadow for the phenomenon. Naturally, I felt aggrieved because such an explanation amounted to taking me for an imbecile. So we started to argue heatedly in the middle of the street. After a few minutes, Ralph stopped shouting and stared at my back, speechless. I immediately turned around and surprised a semitransparent being with an extraordinary resemblance to Aunt Frances. That night, when we returned home, we learned that our aunt Frances had died a few hours before falling from a scaffold. (What the hell was my aunt doing on top of a scaffold, is another mystery that has not yet been clarified). A small donation for needy children in exchange for this story? Click on this link to UNICEF. I really appreciate it! ...

Since its foundation, NASA is investigating the flying ability of brooms. But a conclusive verdict has not yet been reached. Preliminary studies suggest that only certain brooms (the flying ones) had the ability to fly. And in any case, at a low height, not exceeding six feet high, and in the understanding that the witch who was riding it should hold the broom in parallel to the ground and not lift her feet off the floor in any moment. https://blog.feedspot.com/humor_blogs/