MISTER MYSTERY RESPONDS

Chicago, May 11, 1925. When Joe Maurizio, an accountant, came home from work, he paled. Before the door was a huge piece of Parmesan cheese. He quickly opened the door, whimpering and calling his wife like a frightened child. "What's wrong?!" she asked. Trembling, Maurizio pointed to the cheese. "Oh, what a detail. You have brought cheese”, she said kissing him on the forehead. "But what's wrong with you? You're shaking". Speechlessly, Maurizio dropped himself on an armchair while his wife went grab the cheese. "Don’t touch it!", he shouted. She picked up the cheese and smelled it. "Mmnn, how good it smells." She picked up a knife from the kitchen and began cutting slices. "And it tastes better". He looked at her in awe. "What are you doing?" "Honey, you're very weird. What the hell happens to you?". "How can you eat it like that?" he said, stunned. “Do you mean with the fingers?” “Like...

I will confess a secret: I see dead people. The problem is that I also see people alive, and I can not differentiate between one and another. That's why I always carry a pin with me. Any stranger who speaks to me goes through the little torment of secretly receiving a puncture in the ass. If he reacts, it is that he is alive; if he does not, he's dead. I know that among the dead this is considered an unworthy behavior ... but who cares what the dead think about one? The living ones do not hold me in much esteem either, but I do not care. The only thing that matters to me in this life is what a girl named Susan Spitzberger thinks of me. I consider her my girlfriend, although I'm not sure how does she considers me. This does worry me. I'm afraid she thinks of me as a weird guy. Of course, with her I have not dared to practice my Life-or-Death Test..., which sometimes makes me doubt whether she is alive or dead. It surprises me that she never talks to people. But I tell ...

The issue of bilocation (the supernatural presence of a person in two places at the same time) drove the “Society for Psychical Research” nuts. For example, in Edinburgh there was one George Nottage who, without ever leaving that city, served as mayor of London for two terms. Sir Sidgwick was skeptical and thought it was a case of twins. William Barret advocated another rational explanation: according to him, it was a single individual who constantly came and went from one city to another. Myers, on the other hand, considered it a genuine case of bilocation, albeit not entirely perfect since, unlike the George Nottage of London, the one in Edinburgh used to wear a Tyrolean hat. This case generated a lot of controversy among the general public since the citizens of Edinburgh ended up electing their Nottage as mayor of the city coinciding with the London Nottage mandate. In a convention of British mayors, somehow the two Nottages managed to avoid each other, so nobody ever got to see the...

Harry Houdini was not the only escapist interested in unmasking the false mediums that abounded in the Victorian era. One of his most outstanding disciples called himself Wolfang  the Wizard of the North, and he had invented a trick of escapism whose secret not even the great Houdini was able to discover. Wolfang was chained from head to toe, then pulled into a hermetically sealed box. This box was thrown into the Hudson River with a one-tonne anchor and the public was authorized to shoot him if they saw him lean out to the surface. The end was spectacular: after half an hour the box was raised up completely empty, and at the same time Wolfang reappeared in Wichita, Kansas, still chained and with a raised blue-purple color on his face. This Wolfang had resolved to unmask a fake medium named Sarah Toul, whose services were disputed by New York's high society. For this he used his celebrated trick of escapism: during one of his performances, he did not reappear in Wichita, so he was...

With each new case that comes to my hands from the old archives of the Society for Psychical Research (SPR), I reaffirm my conviction that the surprises reserved for us by paranormal phenomenology have no limits. I confess that I have doubted whether to expose this case or not, for fear that the reader thinks I'm kidding. I will relate it with the detail with which it is exposed in the documentation... The Faintness family, formed by a couple of young spouses, had just moved to an elegant neighborhood in London. They were eager to exhibit their new social status acquired as a result of an inheritance. The main concern of the couple was not to be out of place in their new neighborhood. I mention this detail because it explains later events. Like every working day, Mr. Faintness had risen early that morning leaving his wife asleep in bed. But that morning, Mrs. Faintness woke up suddenly because of a scream coming from the hall. Immediately her husband burst in wildly, babbling inc...

Searching through the archives of the Society for Psychical Research, a strange case has come to my hands. Out of respect for his protagonist I will omit his real name and call him Mr. Shithead. Mr. Shithead was an evil man. His track record was full of assaults, robberies, swindles, and he had once been seen punching a defenseless granite rock. All this had gone unpunished. But apparently one day his misdeeds filled the patience of ... let's say the forces of Nature. And the following happened: While Mr. Shithead was plotting some bad deed in his wooden cabin on the outskirts of Colchester, someone knocked on the door. For him it was a surprise given that for years no one had ever come to visit him, firstly because his cabin was a little remote, and secondly because his visitors of old were invariably stripped of all the valuables that they carried and thrown out of his cabin with a kick in the ass. His surprise guest turned out to be the devil himself! ... or someone disguised ...

Lavinia Koppelman, the heiress of the immense fortune accumulated by her father the lamplighter Dove Koppelman throughout a lifetime of lighting streetlamps in the London borough of Kensington, organized a séance one warm night of August 1901. On the select list of guests were Viscount Rothermere, Lady Claire Rothermere, Frances Rothermere and the latter's brothers Sir William and Sir Clive Rothermere, baron of Walden. Also, of course, the famous medium Anastasia Prim and her cheerful troupe of spirits. Although the Koppelman mansion had a new installation of electric light, the medium imposed as the only lighting the candles of a four-branched candelabrum. One by one the guests arrived: the five privileged people who would attend the séance convened on the occasion of the recent passing of their relative Conrad, Duke of Rothermere, died recently because of an unfortunate accident occurred in the course of a séance in that same private room. A slight restlessness could be perceiv...

Do not fool yourself! Sex is just an excuse! What they really want is to eat your carpet! Damn succubi! ...  Facts? Do you want facts? I will give you facts! They have horns, wings and a long thin tail to scare away the flies that continually surround them. They are so ugly that it’s scary to look at them. For that reason an effective means of combating them is to plant a mirror before their face while they are distracted by eating the carpet. When they see themselves in the mirror, they start screaming in horror and they run from one side to the other hitting the walls of the room like in a pinball machine until they collapse without consciousness. It is time to give them the final blow. Take a lit candle and light the tip of its tail as if it were a wick. While the flame advances, it is necessary to pronounce these words: “Succubus tucubus ubucus supurus” and to run in a hurry because, when the flame reaches the body of the succubus, it explodes as if it were a barrel of ...

That is what they expect you to believe! But they are a very powerful organization that is dedicated to illuminating people from above with a gas lamp uploaded to a balloon or some other strange flying artifact. The goal of the ILLUMINATI is to illuminate the world with their light. They are extraordinary people like you and me, but they have a gas lamp and this balloon or artifact with which they fly over towns and cities illuminating people from above. 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/humor_blogs/