Firstly, I'd like to direct everyone's attention to Clapham Wood
in England. I posted a
thread on the subject several years ago here
In 1975, several reports, including some in the national press, were made of pets going missing in the area. Initially, two dogs were said to have
disappeared without a trace, a third to have vanished but later reappeared suffering from an unidentified illness for which it had to be euthanised.
After news of these three cases became public, other dog owners came forward claiming that their pets had experienced agitation in the woods, or had
become inexplicably aggressive.
was the former lead singer of Manic Street Preachers who disappeared in 1995.
His disappearance makes for interesting reading -
Edwards disappeared on 1 February 1995, on the day that he and James Dean Bradfield were due to fly to the U.S. on a promotional tour. In the two
weeks before his disappearance, Edwards withdrew £200 a day from his bank account, which totalled £2800 by the day of the scheduled flight. He
checked out of the Embassy Hotel in Bayswater Road, London at seven in the morning, and then drove to his apartment in Cardiff, Wales. In the two
weeks that followed he was apparently spotted in the Newport passport office, and the Newport bus station. On 7 February, Anthony Hatherhall, a taxi
driver from Newport, supposedly picked up Edwards from the King's Hotel in Newport, and drove him around the valleys, including Blackwood (Edwards’
home as a child). The passenger got off at the Severn View service station and paid the £68 fare in cash.
On 14 February, Edwards' Vauxhall Cavalier received a parking ticket at the Severn View service station and on 17 February, the vehicle was reported
as abandoned. Police discovered the battery to be flat, with evidence that the car had been lived in. Due to the service station's proximity to the
Severn Bridge (which has been a renowned suicide location in the past) and Edwards' depressed state at the time, it was widely believed that he took
his own life by jumping from the bridge.
Originally posted by Vanitas
It's almost exactly what happened to me "in" Venice...
I was berated for not having said hello to this guy who said we "met" in front of the Doge's Palace. He even described my cream fur coat (this was
way before I developed a soul...) and the man who was with me (in Venice).
I haven't met anyone who looked very much like me so far... but anything is possible, I suppose.
It's the coat and the description of the man who was with "me" what puzzles me...
[edit on 8-4-2008 by Vanitas]
For some reason, reading the above brought something back to me. I spent a few days in Bratislava back in 2006, where my friends and I were staying in
a university dorm in the city centre. One evening, we were wandering the long (and empty) corridors when a strange individual surfaced from a side
door. He quickly snapped a photograph of me specifically, and then slipped back into the room. I'm not sure that this is related directly to this
thread, but the behaviour of the individual was interesting to say the least. Did he recognise me? Who knows... If was as though he had been waiting
for me to pass.
Originally posted by sylvie
Actually, after writing all this, now I really want to know:
How many of you have had something disappear basically in front of their eyes and couldn't find it again, or know of someone who had?
I may have told this story before... years ago, my parents and I owned a small Yorkshire Terrier called Lucy. She was obsessed with a particular
tennis ball. When we'd had enough of playing with her for the day, we'd put the ball out of her reach on the top of a cabinet. When Lucy wanted to
play with the ball, she'd approach the cabinet and look up. Anyway, there came a day where Lucy didn't look up. My mum went for the ball and it
wasn't there. We searched the house high and low for it - it had literally disappeared.
A few days later however, my mum and I walked into the room to see Lucy looking up at the cabinet - low and behold, the ball had returned. Where had