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« on: June 09, 2010, 01:37:40 AM »

For this month, I'm giving away an unusual mystery cymbal.

To enter, simply post something mysterious ( a story, picture, urban legend etc.,) in this thread!  Wink

Draw closes 29th june at 6:00pm. Winner declared here at 6:30pm.

Winning entry will be picked by creativity.  Wink

The prize will not be identified........but instead sent to the lucky winner, who once received can spill the beans to everyone else!  Kiss.
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« Reply #1 on: June 09, 2010, 05:21:52 PM »

Oooh, this'll be interesting. Here's my entry... it's an unedited photo, by the way.

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« Reply #2 on: June 10, 2010, 10:44:37 AM »

Interesting idea... I'll have to think of something.
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« Reply #3 on: June 15, 2010, 11:37:31 PM »

Well, this has been an interesting challenge. I've been quite stumped on what to post. I remembered this story of an unsolved crime i read not long ago. I figured i share the details of it. It is completely true and rather mysterious Wink

"The Lead Masks Case"

In 1966, a Brazilian boy flying a kite happened upon the bodies of two engineers lying next to each other in the grass. There was no sign of how they had died before the boy stumbled across them and he claimed he found them that way.

Before long the hill was crowded with policemen, scratching their heads at an utterly baffling crime scene--if it was a crime at all. The two dead men were dressed for their funerals in fancy suits and impermeable waterproof coats. There was an empty water bottle nearby. There were no signs of violence on either of them.

Why is it called the "Lead Masks Case"? Well, that's the baffling part. The dead men wore lead masks, a type used to protect against radiation.

The two men were identified as electronic technicians from the area.

The police gathered evidence and eventually created a reconstruction of the day of their deaths. In it, the men buy their raincoats and go to a bar to buy bottled water. Whatever the reason, one of the men appeared rather nervous, and when they left the bar they went straight to the hill the boy found them at, then spontaneously dropped dead. Case closed, right?...

It Gets Weirder:

A notebook was found at the scene. The notes inside translate to:

"16:30 be at the agreed place.

18:30 swallow capsules, after effect protect metals wait for the mask sign"


Well, they swallowed "capsules," so obviously that's what killed them, right? The problem is the note seems to imply they were waiting for something to happen after the capsules took effect, which means if they were poison, the two guys didn't know they were. Also, the men had a coupon to return the water bottle when they were finished with whatever they were doing, which also seems to imply they didn't plan on dying on that hill.

Toxicology tests could not be taken due to the victims' organs not being properly preserved (they were apparently left in storage too long). and thus no further evidence of foul play could be found.

So, what in the hell convinced them to go out to a hill, strap on radiation protection and swallow some strange capsules? What effect were they waiting for? What were the masks protecting them from? Was there some third party who convinced them to do all of this? Who knows.

All we know, is that the case remains unsolved to this day.
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« Reply #4 on: June 17, 2010, 03:35:34 AM »

Ok so me and my two freinds were at a football game and i need to use the rest room. This was at my high school and the doors were looked so i was forced to use the Porta-Potty. I hate using them because of the nasty odor and germs, but i reluctantly went in. I heard a pound on the dor so i said "its occupied". After i was done i unlocked the door and pushed, the bottom part of the door opened but not the top, it was as if somone proped something agenst the door (they did but at the time i was clueless). I kicked the door over and over and put all my weight into it, i called both my friends and both thier phones were off, it went straight to voicemail......i thought this was fishy. After 10 minites in the god forsaken porta potty someone opened the door (a nice old man) and said 2 teenagers proped at metal rod agenst the door and put it at an agngle that made the door impossible to open. When i got out i called them both again, this time they answered. I told them what happened and they blamed it on somone else Liars!!! (so i thought). I told them to walk to the East gate of the stadium, they did and i was pissed when they got there and started to say a old man did it! Why would an old man lock someone in a porta potty. Well a few minites passed by and i walked past the old man and he laughed at me! my friends were also laughing! To this day they cliam it was the old man, i dont know who to belive. Why would the old man laugh at me? But my friends were suspicious as well. That was in 7th grade, (3 years ago) and it still bugs me that i dont know who did it! Your opinions?
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« Reply #5 on: June 17, 2010, 12:53:45 PM »

OK here is mine.

When I was younger me and a friend of mine went on a camping trip with mine and her family (can’t remember where, just know that it was all "foresty" and stuff). After a couple of nights camping me and my friend decided to go for a midnight walk through the forest. So we sneaked out after everyone was asleep, grabbed our torches and went for a wander. After about an hour or so we made our way to clearing and found ourself near some kind of reserve of old wooden shacks, it kinda looked like a small holiday village or something... so we decided to go for an explore and look around. After about 10 minutes of looking around we got bored and decided to head back. But when we turned back we could see that the lights where on in one of far away the shacks. That freaked us out a little as we didn’t notice that before, we thought we might have actually stumbled into a holiday or retirement village and woke someone up. We decided to sneak past and get out of there... when we got within about 15 meters of the lit shack we heard a very angry male voice behind us say "GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE!!!!"...

I don’t think I have ever run so fast in my life! When we made out way back to our camp (it was pretty easy to find as there where paths to follow) my friend had actually found that she had pee'd herself... she was that scared!... Anyway we just figured that we got spotted by some guy at the park and he yelled at us.

The next day we told our parents about it (we thought we should just in case someone from the village came and complained) they weren’t to happy about hearing some guy scaring two young kids in the middle of night. So they went over the village to speak to someone there.

It ended up that it was a holiday village like we thought... except that they where hosting a women’s only psychic expo... WOMENS ONLY (we definitely remembered hearing a mans voice the night before).... and to top things off the night before they where hosting a séance!...

They told our parents it was most likely the grounds keeper coming to do some maintenance (yeah right... after midnight?!).... but like to think it could have been something else... ooooooooooh!  Huh Huh Huh

Thankfully we only stayed one more night and went home due to rain...
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« Reply #6 on: June 25, 2010, 08:49:39 PM »

Hi all!

So here's my story; this happened a couple of years back now but it still haunts me!

So i was driving down the highway one fine evening, it was actually 1am but i was wide awake due to my nocturnalness.

As i was driving a small light sort of appeared and it looked like a really distant headlight, like a motorbike coming my way, in my lane.

The light gradually got larger and larger until it was like a lantern just hovering in front of me.
I slowed down the car, the light still gleaming, and came to a stop (It wasn't really a big deal because i seemed to be the only person on the road for what seemed like miles)

The light remained, just hovering in mid-air. It didn't really have any particular shape like a light-bulb or anything; it was just a glow with soft edges.

I got out of my car and started walking towards this light until it felt like i was going to walk into it, i reached out and when it felt like i was about to touch it, it disappeared. It just vanished instantly.

With extreme confusion i got back in my car and started it up again.

This is where it gets weird; my radio was on a different station and the clock was wound back 2 hours.

This is a 100% genuine and true story. No i do not do drugs, nor do i drink and drive  Cheesy
To this day i do not know what the hell it was or why my radio station and clock were changed.

Thanks,
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« Reply #7 on: June 25, 2010, 09:19:12 PM »

actually while i remember i have another story, inspired by the camping story above (sorry i can't see the author while im replying)


So when you reach grade 10 at the highschool i went to you had to go on a one month camp called "Googa". To be honest the camp was run by very christian leaders. We had to go to a chapel every sunday  and so forth, which wasn't really a big deal because the camp was heaps of fun anyway.

On with the story, there is a program on the camp called pioneering. In this program we had to build a small living area, i suppose, in a specified area of isolated area. This area was generally a field of lantana that we would have to pick out (ouch) until we had a cleared area to start building.

We were supplied with a heap of wooden poles and heaps of rope. I grew up learning about rope and knots and so forth as my father lived on a farm and my grandfather was a captain in the navy in world war 2, so at the time of pioneering i was a bit of an expert.

With each building my group made we would earn points based on the significance of the building (ie. shelter vs a see-saw) and how well the item was built. With these points we were able to "purchase" food, drinks (other than water), recreation (sports/musical equipment etc.). As a group we decided that a gourmet breakfast would be the wisest way to spend our points.

Due to the size of the group (about 15 boys) we struggled to properly ration the breakfast, which was eggs, sausage and toast, but while we were cooking we'd keep a really close eye on our eggs and sausages to make sure nobody else stole them  Wink

I felt that i didn't get enough food for the amount of work i contributed to the building, and a particularly large boy in our group had quite a feast lined up. So, i grabbed a plate and took my sausages, and one of his sausages that he cut in half and threw them on my plate without him noticing.  I gobbled em pretty damn quick to avoid him noticing, but sure enough he noticed.

In a fit of rage he chased me with a shovel, this was quite serious i thought i was gonna die but due to his size i was able to easily outrun him around our camp. I ran back to the other guys who were packing up the campsite and one of them picked a bible, which we were required to take with us (christian camp, remember Cheesy)

He stopped the big fella from rampaging toward me and read from the bible, don't quote me on this but it was quite similar to the following:
"Do not fight over food or shelter, instead share within the community"

After hearing this, the big fella dropped his shovel and i apologised for stealing his snag.

I was never much of a christian but after this happened i started reconsidering.
The camp was about 4 years ago now.
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« Reply #8 on: June 28, 2010, 05:38:19 PM »

To this day i do not know what the hell it was or why my radio station and clock were changed.

I have a bookshelf full of books of people describing the exact same experience.
I've spoken with a few too. Nice one Radcat.

Here's mine......

The light of earths setting sun beams through
the kitchen window, reflecting off the scissors,
the sacrament is prepared, its the glare in my eye
that reminds me of the beauty, uncertainty but absolute surety
of the impact my journey will have.

Dried, finely chopped, consumed with water,
I'm up against a fast metabolism, and through experience
and understanding of my physiology, this technique
enables the effects at 15mins after ingestion, at this point
I meander through the usual ritual of rolling and smoking a bomber.

Sitting on the deck, Meditative, Positive affirmations seek to organize my thoughts,
speaking over my entire body, over every cell, expressing many a desire
without adhering to an expectation, so begins the vibration, it's time to move into position.

Sitting cross legged in my garden, the failing light emphasizes
the enormity of the Pine trees and Liquid Amber that shield
my corner of the world, flowering Sage, the scent of the Rosemary bush next to me,
my senses heightening at a rate which is 'normal', but as always, surprising.

The throws of Deja Vu experiencing itself, a forgetful remembrance, my vision explodes
into a 'changaesque' display of intricate fractals.
Eyelids are pointless at this stage. Wave after wave the vibration rolls over me,
tuning through all frequencies, I begin the next stage,
I begin the loss of self recognition, I begin my 'death'
I only hope my lesson is fruitful, I already know its taken control,
a tightening grip, a hold that is relentless.

Move now!

You won't be able to walk soon, I can barely get to my feet,
No time to thank nature for its display, not now,
not when there are more pressing matters.
Reach for the screen door handle, somehow instead
of putting one foot in front of the other,
My brain commands both my legs to take the step but both fail to do so,
pulling the screen door forcefully into my forehead, I barely notice as I charge towards my bed,
re-position, meditative state....nope, too late, not this time, lie back and begin stage three..

The visions are imposing, I'm being presented with impossible situations,
bio-mechanic paradoxical creations, so intricate, it takes me an eternity
to register that I am only aware of a portion, a fraction, a snippett
of the complexity of this morphing canvass.

"Hit him again!" "And Again!" "And again!"
Flash after flash, bombardment is a level I can attempt to process,
but what one does in the face of lunacy escapes me...In a flicker I remember..
I can't do anything but breathe.

Snap! Abruptly conscious,
Woah, shit, oh no....burp... Coughing I believe I'm in trouble.
I crawl to the edge of my bed, leaning over the edge..."Vomit you bastard!"....
you've been poisoned...poisoned? Where the fuck am I, what the hell is this?

Falling to the floor, I crawl across the carpet out onto
the polished wooden floor and into the toilet, hug the bowl,
I'm not sick but I'm sure this is the cliche' technique one uses in their last throws
of life. Somethings wrong...I'm losing it...

Sitting on the toilet, it dawns on me...I'm not me at all.
Even though I'm on the toilet, I'm beginning to believe that I am running around the streets, crazed.
Am I harming individuals I come across? Am I a murderer!?
Oh my, please tell me I'm 'ok', why am I committing these violent acts? I'm sitting right here on this toilet.

The barking dogs, raised human voices around the suburb have me convinced
that I really am causing havoc, at this rate I will be shot anytime soon, Police will have no choice,
frankly I'll beg them to do it! I wish they would hurry up! Oh dear....

Still sitting, locked into panic,
I look out into the hall at a large photo frame which displays photos of my family,
as the photo's dissolve and fall away, as do my memories,
I am now certain that everything and everyone
I know is just a construct in the mind of a mad man, None of them exist,
I'm actually in a padded cell, have been for years, perhaps I'm 'locked in', a coma
which I fell into in my younger years, I pushed myself way too hard back then,
Oh shit! Life must be hell for my Girlfriend, my parents and family,
staring in at me through the small perspex screen in the psyche ward door,
as I pull my hair out and claw at my face, locked into a hellish introspective nightmare!

Ooh Woah...seems the tide may be turning, something is happening.....no...wait.....breathe!
I gasp loudly, exhilarated, light floods my body bursting through my skull and out into the aether,
I've broken through! We have all broken through! Ha Ha Ha,I laugh.. "Well done everybody"! I shout
"We've made it, ah hah!", "Oh, Well done indeed!", every living creature has played its part,
all the many trillions of processes experienced have led up to this moment, this is what we
have been working towards, this is who we are...Welcome to the New Paradigm!

Once again I know who I am...I am you...I am the universe, I am one with my creator,
I am my creator...once again I remember We are all one!

Seems quite a mystery that eating some
home made beef jerky would deliver such an experience.  Roll Eyes
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« Reply #9 on: June 28, 2010, 06:03:38 PM »

WHAT THE !..... Huh
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