Thanks for the (weird) Memories, Part I
It seems everyone has an arsenal of weird memories. The time that Pringle's lid disappeared without a trace, apparently into another dimension, because it was simply gone (my husband's story.) The time my friends and I watched a giraffe giving birth at the zoo from a loft inside the cage, surrounded by hay. Could that have been real? You know what I'm talking about—you probably have your own weird memories. There's nothing necessarily paranormal going on, but it might seem on the borderline.
Unlike paranormal or supernatural events, 'weird' is fairly unarguable, and often, weird events are just as compelling and seemingly impossible as the former two. However, at the heart of the weird event, there is probably a crucial missing link—something that beyond the grasp, comprehension, or knowledge of the experiencer.
For example, there is an old Unsolved Mysteries story called Backyard Bones. I remember watching this when it aired the first time around. Recently, I watched the episode on DVD, which included updates. Originally, the story went something more or less like this: the police receive an anonymous phone call telling them a missing woman is buried in her backyard.
They investigate, and find some animal bones, no human remains. The caller calls again, telling the police they didn't look hard enough, and directs them to a precise area of the yard. The police do find human bones this time--all over the place, even (grotesquely) in the barbeque grill. The problem is, none of the bones belong to the missing woman, and the bones are from many different people.
What a many-layered mystery, it would seem. What are the chances the backyard of a missing woman would contain bones of many people, yet not hers? Why would someone, presumably the killer, or someone with direct knowledge of the murder make a phone call—directing the police not to the remains of the missing woman as claimed, but to the unknown bones? Really, any scenario you can think of kind of cancels itself out as improbable or extremely coincidental. Yet, the weird incident exists.
The extras in the new DVD contained the missing piece of information, and it's pretty simple. When the original episode aired, DNA testing was not as precise, and it turns out that with new forensic work, the bones belonged to one person after all—the missing woman. Mystery solved.
A while ago, on my blog, I recounted a strange incident that my husband, son and I experienced at Lake Mead, near Las Vegas. Here is what I wrote:
In March, 2003, Steve, Tierney and I road-tripped down to Vegas for a couple nights, meeting up with some Salt Lake friends traveling to LA. After they left, we felt like getting away from Vegas for a while, and drove out to nearby Lake Mead to do the touristy Hoover Dam thing with my son.
I'm convinced there is a missing piece of information to this story, although we may never find out what it is.
I posted several other weird incidents and memories, and invited others to do so as well. The replies contained some great stories. Some seem to be strange coincidences, some are probably remembered not-exactly-right (I have several of those myself, which I'm sure is the key to the weirdness,) some probably just lack that key, explanatory piece of information. Note too, some of the stories contain symbols and archetypes often associated with Mystery and the otherworld (even mine, with the helicopter.) Below are some of the stories.
Back in the mid 1980s I worked at the University of Kentucky. One morning I was driving in to work, and noticed a young man standing on a street corner, waiting to cross the street. His head was the same size and shape as an old-fashioned manual typewriter; it looked literally as if the skin of his head had been stretched over a typewriter. I know I wasn't imagining this--I drove within 15 feet of him and got a very good look at him, both in frontal and profile view.From Jamie:
When I was a fifteen, a sophomore in high school…my name was called over the intercom for me (and many others) to pick up things in the office during lunch. So I went in and the lady hands me a plastic bag full of hard boiled eggs, and they were peeled off the shell.And finally, Radio Pie writes,
My family once had a cottage in the Muskoka area of Ontario…I remember one time, around 10 pm on a winter evening,…my mom, grandma and maybe a few uncles were sitting on the front porch of the cottage, that overlooked a lake. Across the lake, I could see a light moving across the sky.Next Medusa's Ladder, I will continue with more weird memories. In the meantime, feel free to stop by my blog (or email me) and tell your own weird story.
Photo: Spider crawling on the moon by DanieVDM via flickr
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