May 9, 2025 • 58 mins
People report seeing and interacting with others who turn out to be from hundreds of years in the past. From seeing Marie Antoinette, too encountering a building that wasn't there a few hours ago. On occasion, these encounters have happened to several people who tell the same story. No one knows when or where these time slips might happen.
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Speaker 1 (00:11):
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Speaker 2 (00:34):
And welcome to the show once more. I'm your host,
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The Garrett Dia, a longtime listener, sent me a request
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for a show on Time Slips. I did a show
back in November twenty eighteen, which has been kind of
a long time ago. Now it's really odd. I remember
watching the world go into a huge emotional collapse as
Y two K slowly approached. Folks were looking for sanctuary
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in the mountains or the deserts. People were drawing all
their money out of the banks, thinking all the computers
were about to be fried. The government, in their infinite wisdom,
flew me and another agent to Pittsburgh on December twenty eighth.
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Then they told us we might not get home until
sometime in the next year. Nineteen ninety nine closed its eyes,
and two thousand popped into life with absolutely no issues.
All the doomsayers on coast to coast looked pretty foolish.
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You can still buy their books. I think if you
buy one, you get twelve others for free. They all
have disappeared. You notice you don't hear these guys out
there telling us about the end of the world. At
least you shouldn't. How about December twenty first, twenty twelve,
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folks were getting ready for the end of the world
once more. The Mayan elders came out saying this was
not what their ancestors had said. But the experts were
writing books and doing interviews on coast to coast telling
us about the coming up hockey clips. I have outlived
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the end of the world so many times I've lost track.
People told me the end was nigh. My new truck
is a two thousand and six. Our home was built
in nineteen seventy five. Either time is speeding up or
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my ability to follow it is minishing. Maybe it's time
I revisited some of my earlier shows. It's been a
few weeks since April thirtieth, of two thousand and sixteen
five hundred and twenty seven episodes, I had to look
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it up. In all that time, I missed one show.
I had interviewed Ken Gerhard, and because of his schedule,
I had to record the show earlier in the week,
and I didn't bother to go back and check to
make sure the recording was okay. When it was time
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to go to air, I pushed the play button and
there was nothing there. So I managed to get a
hold of Ken and reinterview him. But yeah, the whole time,
like I said, I have missed one show, and I'm
hoping I'm not tempting fate by saying that. How it
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is you work in the emergency room and you say,
geep's quiet in here? Of course that's all for next
week's show. Maybe it's time I did revisit some of
these old shows that I think I recorded last month,
and it turns out it was about six years ago.
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Before the invention of time keeping devices. Folks got up
at sun up and they went to bed around sundown.
Pretty simple, really. The earliest sundials were made in Mesasypotamia
and ancient Egypt about five thousand years ago. These societies
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built obelisks and other tall, straight buildings with the ability
to cast shadows to indicate the passing of the day.
We have twenty four hours in a day because there
are twenty four flanges. I think that's how it's pronounced.
In our hands. Those are the little tiny bones in
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your fingers. You count the hours using your thumb. You
simply take your thumb and you pass it from one
position on your fingers to the next. The thumb doesn't count,
but it's what you count with. They tell us ancient
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Egyptians invented the calendar, although I think it's the Egyptians
who tell us this, like how they claimed the pyramids
were built by their ancestors, yet there's no proof that
that's what happened. It was necessary to know when to
plant so you could grow the most food, and when
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to harvests so your crops didn't die from the freeze.
Some decided it to be a good idea to count
the years, said they would know when they could retire
and start collecting social security. As time marches on, some
people began to think it would be a really good
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idea to go back and see what happened back before
anybody thought to write things down, or to go back
and find out if the people that look things down
were lying or not. Then another person said he or
she wanted to know the future, so they could write
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it down and call themselves a prophet, make a profit
by being a prophet, you know, December twenty first, twenty twelve,
and that kind of thing. The Vishnu Purana tells the
story of King Rivata Khu could be kak Kudi me, yeah,
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it's an Indian name that I can't pronounced. I don't
speak Hindy, who traveled to heaven to meet the creator
Brahma and was surprised to learn that when he returned
to Earth many ages had passed. There's a Chinese story,
a supplement to the Journey to the West, written in
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sixteen forty by Dong Yu, features magical mirrors and jade
gateways that connected various points in time. One of the
first stories to feature time travel by means of a
machine is The Clock that Went Backwards by Edward Page Mitchell.
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It appeared in The New York Sun in eighteen eighty one.
Eighteen ninety five, HG. Wells wrote The Time Machine. If
you've never read old stories, they take some get used to.
You have to literally transport your mind back in time
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to get the full effect of these stories. You have
to realize that back then you didn't have airplanes or cars.
Hardly anybody had a car. If you wanted to go somewhere,
you either rode a horse or you walked. Things like that.
So if you decide you want to go back and
read some of these really good, really fascinating books, you
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have to tune your mind to them. Doctor Who, the
popular British TV show, has its entire plot centered around
to time travel. At least it used to as far
as I'm concerned. Tom Baker was the doctor. Matt Smith
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and David Tennant were pretty good. The rest. Well, I've
stopped watching any the newer shows. I still have my
tartists parked out in my yard next to the driveway,
but I avoid watching any Doctor Who episodes after Peter Capaldi,
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I watch TV to be entertained, not lectured to. Time
slips are a form of time travel, but they tend
to be unintentional, no machine required. A person sometimes has
several folks together find themselves in a different time from
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the one that they were just in. Using a machine
to jump through time, you are expected to be confronted
with a different world suddenly passing from one time to another.
Who will cause a lot of confusion. The boys in
the white lab coats will tell us that this is
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absolute nonsense. They can't do it, so therefore it's impossible.
Kind of like the guy in the army that says
we do not have any secret weapons because they never
got to use them. Einstein proved that time is relative,
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the very different opinion from Newton, who had said that
time was absolute. The biggest problem we would face in
time travel is the amount of energy required. You would
need a machine, possibly the size of a battleship just
to create the power needed, maybe the size of the Eldridge,
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which was a mind sweep, not a battleship. But how
much energy is not really well known. Mostly it's just
theorized how much energy is stored in the ground under
our feet is also unknown. There is geothermic energy down there,
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we just don't tap into it very much. Accidents happen,
things don't go as planned. Energy can suddenly spring up
and yank us out of our comfy place and deposit
us temporarily someplace else. When and where this might happen,
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nobody knows. In August nineteen oh one, two women from
the English Saint Hugh's College, Charlotte Moberly and Eleanor Jordan,
took a train from Paris to Versailles. The pair didn't
know a lot about French history. The revolution did take place,
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but who all was involved or who lost their heads
about it? They didn't really know. They were going to
Versailles to see the buildings and the grounds, not for
the history. After touring the palace and gazing at all
the fancy accouterments, they walked outside and looked at the gardens.
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They used a guide book to maneuver through the vast estate.
They took a long route down a flight of steps
and past a fountain, and along a full length central
avenue and all the way to the head of what's
called the Long Pond. After a few hours of walking
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and looking, Moberly and Jordan found themselves at the Grand Trianon,
which unfortunately was closed for the day. They turned and
they waited the mate. They made their way along a wall,
looking for other things to look at. The atmosphere around
them began to sudden feel odd. It changed like there
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was a thunderstorm or something. They glanced up at the sky,
but they didn't see any storm clouds, just a bit hazy.
As they made their way along the wall, they began
to notice people who were dressed in period costumes seventeen
hundred's kind of period. The two women simply thought they
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must have been part of the attractions. The people that
they passed as they were walking along the path, they
would speak to them, but it was always in French. Well,
what did you expect they were in France at the time.
I don't know if either of these two women spoke French,
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but I'm sure they must have known some. They came
to a wooded area with a circular garden in a kiosk.
A man was sitting there. He was wearing a cloak
and a large hat. The grass looked lifeless and it
was covered with dead leaves. The area looked like it
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was flat and unnatural. The light was wrong. There was
no shade, and there were no shadows. There was no
wind to be felt. The man turned and looked at
these two women, and Moberly felt alarmed. His face was repulsive,
covered in small pox scars. He gave them a hate
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filled look, and they were the cause of all of
his life sufferings. Both women were frozen in place until
the sudden approach of another man. He was tall, and
they said he was good looking, and he was well dressed.
This man muttered a few words in French, smiled, and
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just kind of pointed towards the exit to the so
Moberly and Jordan continued walking see what else they might see.
They crossed over a small bridge. When they finally reached
the Petit trianon, Moberly observed a regal looking woman sitting
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on a stool. The lady was holding a piece of
paper at arm's length, studying it. As Moberly and Jordan
inched closer, the lady turned and looked at them. Her
face was pretty, but she was not young, way too
much makeup in all the wrong colors, super pale white
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skin with bright red cheeks looked more like something out
of a carnival. They looked at this woman who was
looking at them, and neither of them nor her ever
said a word. Mobray and jan left the area, and
they continued to feel a growing oppressiveness in the air
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as they walked along. They both felt that the weird
shift in the atmosphere it was followed by the scene
in front of them. Returning to the nineteen hundreds, they
walked along the path, finally winding up back where they
had started. Neither of these two women spoke of their experience.
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For the next week, they wrote down separate versions of
what they had encountered, and then they compared their notes.
They then visited the Trianon gardens again, but they could
not retrace their original steps. The landmarks, notably the kiosk
and the bridge, were missing. Research led them to believe
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that the Trianon was haunted, that the lady in the
royal dress was the ghost of marine Rie Antoinette, who
kind of lost her head. Both had seen the scowling
man with a pockmarked face, and they determined that he
must have been Joseph Hyacinthe Francis de Paul des regard
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a nobleman in the court of King Louis the sixteenth
Why do people insist on using so many names? After
talking things over, the two came to realize that they
had not actually seen ghosts, but they had actually been
to Versailles just days before the French Revolution broke out. Somehow,
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the two had slipped through time back to seventeen eighty seven.
In yearly nineteen twenties, Jack and his girlfriend I'm going
to call her Jill, were living in Flackton, Arkansas. On
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a Sunday afternoon, the pair were walking through town en
route to the local baseball field to watch a game
between some of their friends and a nearby town. It
was extremely quiet in town, but they both thought that
everybody must have already gone to the field to watch
the game. They both kind of liked having the whole
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place to themselves. They turned off the main road, taking
a shortcut through the woods. You do know the longest
distance between two points is a shortcut. They came to
a stream which neither of them remembered ever having seen before.
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It was a small town, and everybody walked everywhere they went.
There was no stream in this part of the woods
yet there. It was the game was about to start,
and they didn't feel much like walking all the way
back and then taking another route to get to the ballfield,
so they decided they were going to jump the stream.
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It wasn't that wide and there were a few strategically
placed rocks. Jack helped Jill get from one side to
the other without getting wet. The trees around them seemed
to grow eerily quiet. As they walked, The trees all
began to look not quite right, and they were way
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too tall, and they were not the right kinds of trees. Ahead,
they could hear the game had already begun, so they
walked faster to get to the spot that they had
chosen to watch from. They stepped out on a small
bluff overlooking the ballfield. There were the two teams, one
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at bat while the other were in the field. The
sounds seemed to be all wrong. Jack and Jill were
close enough they should have had no trouble hearing and
seeing everything, Yet the sounds were distant and hard to
make out. It's was as if the two had cotton
stuffed into their ears. They could identify their friends as
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they came up to bat or ran to catch the ball,
but it all looked a bit out of focus. Sometimes
the action looked as if it was slowed down. People
running and didn't move as fast as they should a
Jack and Jill watched the game until the end. That
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feeling of things being not quite right stayed with the
pair until it was time to head back home. They
followed the same trail back through the woods, once more,
stepping from rock to rock to cross the mystery stream.
It was around this time they both noticed the trees
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looked the way they should and the sounds of the
animals were Back in nineteen twenty, there was no one
you could talk to about such weird time travel. Jack
did write things down in a journal, which just happened
to stay with his family. Jill became part of that family.
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On the morning of October nineteen fifty seven, three fifteen
year old Navy cadets were out doing a land and
navigation course. Now I've done these. You get a map,
a compass, and instructions on the landmarks that you're supposed
to find. You document your course of travel, and hopefully
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you get back home before dark. William Lang, Ray Baker,
and Michael Crowley were traveling across the Suffolk countryside as
part of an orientation course. Their task was to find
a few waypoints and then report back to their superiors,
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a simple enough task. We used to have stakes with
numbers written on them, and you'd have to find the
stake in the by using the course that they were given.
Then you had to write the numbers down. It could
get a little confusing when you got to the point
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where you thought you were supposed to be and there
were five or six stakes, all in a few feet
of each other. The people never cleaned up the course well.
As the three young men were approaching their target, a
village named Curzy, the boys could hear the sounds of
church bells and they could see plumes of smoke rising
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up over the hill as they were walking. They had
finally they stumbled across the village, but as they approached
they began to feel increasingly uneasy. The first thing they
noticed was how, one by one the sounds of nature
that surrounded them began to fade away. All that was
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left was a tinkling of a nearby stream, and once
in a while they would hear the sound of a
church bell. As they entered the outskirts of the village.
They saw the trees were all green, which was odd
because it was late in the fall. The cool breeze
they'd been walking in was also gone, and they could
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no longer see smoke from the chimneys or the church spire,
and the bells had stopped ringing. The streets of Curzy
were deserted, no signs of life. This wouldn't have seemed
so strange. It was a Sunday morning in the rural
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heart of the fifties England. But something else struck the
three cadets as being odd. There were no cars parked
on the streets, no telephone wires hanging from the buildings,
and no TV antennas on any of the roofs. There
was no sign of modern technology whatsoever. The buildings themselves
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looked ancient, and to the boys they looked really old.
They were timber framed, and they had seemingly been built
by hand. As the boys put it, almost medieval looking.
This was when the boy's strange experience began to turn
into something a little more sinister. Driven by an inquisitiveness,
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the boys approached the buildings nearest them, which turned out
to be a butcher shop. One of the boys described
it as and I'm not going to do a British accent,
just consider British the people in England to speak with
a Southern accent. There were no tables or counters, just
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two or three whole oxen carcasses, which had been skinned
and in places were quite green with age. There was
a green painted door and windows with smallish glass panes,
one at the front and one at the side, rather
dirty looking. I remember that as we three looked through
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the window in disbelief at the green, moldy carcasses. The
general feeling, certainly was one of disbelief and unreality. The
boys approached another house. Its windows were also greenish, tinted
and smeared. Once again, they saw no signs of life within.
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The rooms were completely empty, crudely whitewashed, and not of
modern day quality. As they stepped away from the house,
all three began to feel the icy stare of invisible
watchers glaring down on them from all over this abandoned village.
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They'd finally had enough and they fled from the strange place.
As they exited the village, climbing over the small hill,
they turned back and they could see once again there
was smoke coming from the chimneys. They could hear the
sounds of people and animals. It was as if nothing
weird had happened. In the nineteen eighties, two of the
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boys laying in Crowley reconnected by phone and they discussed
this strange incident. While the recollections didn't match up perfectly,
the two did decide that they needed to contact Andrew mackenzie,
a leading member of the Society for Psychical Research. After
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listening to the two men, McKenzie came to the conclusion
that their trip to Curzy was a case of retro cognition,
which is also known as time slip. That's a cool word,
retro cognition. That's a word that the boys and the
white lab coats would use if they believed in time slips,
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which they don't, so therefore they won't use the word.
After listening to the men, McKenzie came to the conclusion
their trip to I already said that, didn't I. I'm
rereading my notes. McKenzie believed that the three boys saw
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wasn't the Curzy of nineteen fifties, but a Curzy from
hundreds of years ago. It's an incredibly rare phenomenon, with
only a handful of cases recorded worldwide. In nineteen ninety,
Lang met up with Mackenzie and the two men visited
Curzy with the aid of the local historian. They made
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some surprising connections experience the real history of the village.
The strange butcher shop they had seen had been a
butcher shop in seventeen ninety. The building itself dated back
to thirteen fifty nineteen seventy three. Mister Squirrel, that sounds
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like a children's story, doesn't it. Mister Squirrel and mister
Duck joined the army, where they both learn some new
and exciting words. Actually, I didn't learn any new words
in the army. I already knew them. No, this is
not a children's story. His name was mister Squirrel, and
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he was going to buy some stationary Way back, you
didn't go to Walmart to buy notebooks and pencils. There
were specialty items, and you only found them in specialty stores.
He entered a stationary shop and was served by a
woman in Edwardian dress. Edgar Casey started out working in
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a stationery store. He told the owners that he would
work for two weeks free of charge, and at the end.
If they thought he had earned a paycheck, they could
pay him what they thought he was worth. He wound
up getting the job, and he was paid a lot
more money than a person normally would on their first
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day on the job. And I'm getting off track here,
mister squirrel bought some envelopes, surprised at how low the
cost was, and then he left. The next day, he
was in the same neighborhood and he thought he would
just nip in and look around. Only he found the
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shop had changed completely. He asked about the stationery store
and the strangely dressed woman who sold him the envelopes.
The elderly woman at the counter was unable to recall
there ever being such a shop, or anybody of the
sort ever working there. He still had the envelopes at home,
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and he soon discovered that the company that had made
the envelopes had been out of business for decades. Nineteen
seventy nine, two married couples, Guff and Pauline Simpson and
Len and Cynthia Gibb Gisbee, went on vacation in Spain.
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As they were driving through France on their way to Spain,
they stopped at a hotel on the side of the highway,
They had dinner and they stayed the night. Both couples
noted that the hotel was outdated. Their bedrooms didn't have
window panes, just shutters. The beds didn't come with pillows,
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and the sheets were calico fabric. The bill they paid
seemed quite low. When they asked for directions to the
nearest interstate, the hotel staff seemed to have no idea
what they were talking about, or even what an automobile was.
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Once back home in England, they got on with their lives,
only really thinking about that hotel when their photographs were
developed and returned. I feel duty bound to point out
that there was no such thing as digital cares back then,
and it would take a few days to a week
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to have your images developed. They had photos from their
ferry ride across the Channel, their drive through France up
until they arrived at that hotel. They all knew that
they had taken several shots while at the hotel. They
had a few from outside and one or two from inside.
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The images they received went from driving through France to
crossing into Spain. Nothing of the hotel. Thinking there must
have been trouble with the film or maybe the developers.
They wrote it off as just one of those things.
A year later, the two couples decided on another drive
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to Spain. Once more. They were going to follow the
exact same route, and they decided they wanted to stay
at that point and weird little hotel. They couldn't find
the place. They even stopped at the nearest police station
and asked about the hotel and were told there was
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no such place, at least not in this century. I
used to wonder how folks in these situations were able
to pay for their food, the rooms, or the items
that they got. After dealing with a lot of people
working at service related jobs, I've noticed they seldom pay
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close attention to the cash being passed back and forth.
It looks close enough, and that's good enough. One cashier
took a counterfeit one thousand dollar bill from a customer.
It wasn't until she realized she didn't have enough change
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that the supervisor was called. Yes, there were one thousand
dollar bills out there and nobody uses them anymore, and
they're worth a lot more than their face value. I
tried to keep everything in chronological order. This next story
starts out way in the past and it winds up
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in current time. I decided to just leave it in
place and run with it. The first encounter with this
mystery house took place in eighteen sixty near Roeham in England.
I believe that's how it's called Rogueham. It's in England.
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A man who lived in the area was named Robert Palfrey,
and he was walking down a road when out of nowhere,
he felt an unusual chill. It felt as if the
wind was now freezing. He looked around and he saw
the trees were being bent by gusts of wind. To
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his surprise, Palfrey noticed a house set back from the road.
Being a house wasn't all that shocking, And being set
back from the road that was normal enough. It's just
that he had walked up and down this same road
hundreds of times, and he knew, beyond a shadow of
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a doubt, there should be no house on this piece
of land. What he was looking at was a huge
Georgian style red brick house with a big garden inside
a wrought iron fence. He stood in the middle of
the road staring at this house that shouldn't be there.
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As he watched the building began to dissolve, It became
misty and see through, and just like that, it was gone.
There was no sign of any structure ever having been there,
just an empty field. This was not the kind of
thing you should talk about, but he was in desperate
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need of telling somebody and they just might be able
to explain it away. Palfrey rushed home and he told
his family about seeing this mystery house. His family returned
to check out the area. There was nothing there. This
led to members of the family thinking maybe he was
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just seeing things, or maybe he was telling stories, maybe
he was coming down with something. These ideas kept this
sightings in the background of everybody's mind for several years.
Remember that time the old man told us he saw
a house. Nothing was seen in the mystery house until
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nineteen twelve. James Cabold was a young boy, but I
couldn't find his age. He was the grand son of
Robert Palfrey. His next door neighbor was the local butcher
John Waylett now George Waylett, and James would help out
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on deliveries. On one Saturday during the summer, James was
leading the horse drawn wagon as they passed an empty field.
A sudden extremely cold wind arose out of nowhere. The
horse began to rear up and kick around, as if
afraid of some unseen creature. The wagon was bounced around
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and George was thrown from the back. The horse managed
to bake free and took off down the road. James
was busy looking around for the unseen predator when he
saw a huge red brick house in the field next
to him. The field had been empty for as long
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as he could remember, and the house did not look
brand new. Had somebody built this house, it would have
taken year or more, and James would have seen the workers.
The three story house had a big garden out front
filled with flowers. The wrought iron fence was well maintained,
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but it was definitely not new. Looking. At this house,
James was reminded of the stories that he'd heard from
his grandfather, as well as most of his family. His
job had been to look after the horse, so James
ran down the road after the fleeing beast. It hadn't
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gone far, so he grabbed the bridle and led the
horse back to where the butcher was getting back to
his feet. As he approached George, a mist began to
enshroud the house as he watched the red brick building vanished.
James and George could only stay at the vanishing building.
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Both of them were torn between continuing to watch or
running for their lives. Once the field was nothing but
an empty ground. George told James that this was the
third time he had seen that house. He'd seen it
while making deliveries, and it was always preceded by a
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gust of freezing wind. George told James that he would
best not talk about this vanishing house because the folks
in town thought the butcher was crazy after he had
told them about seeing it. October nineteen twenty six, a
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young school teacher named Ruth went Wine and her ten
year old student, Ruth Allison, were out enjoying a nice
stroll around the countryside. The teacher was new to the area,
but when she spotted a three story red brick house,
she had a feeling that something just wasn't right about it.
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She could have sworn the house wasn't there the last
time she'd been on this road. There was a brick
wall skirting the road. The wall gave way to wrought
iron fencing, which gave way to a view of a
three story house. It was huge, with ornate woodwork around
the windows and the doors. The garden out front was
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filled with flowers of every color. Being unfamiliar with the area,
Ruth could only speculate as to who lived in such
a grand edifice. The pair continued their walk, heading towards
the local church. On the return trip, they took a
different route, so Ruth and Ruth never saw if the
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house was still there or not. Once Ruth the school
got back to her home, she told her mother about
the huge red house they had seen. Her mother said, oh,
that's nice or something like that, and that was the
end of that. The next spring, Ruth and Ruth were
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out walking around the area and they happened to pass
the same area where the red brick house should have been.
They were both stunned to see nothing but an empty field.
The road was flanked by nothing but a ditch, and
beyond the ditch lay a wilderness of earth weeds and mounds,
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all overgrown with trees. At first, they thought the house
had been knocked down since their last visit, but closer
inspections showed a pond and other small pools among the
mounds where the house had been visible. Ruth, the school teacher,
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asked the villagers about this unusual house. Nobody knew what
she was talking about, or at least they insisted that
the house didn't exist. In the nineteen forties, a man
named Edward Bentley was working as a men's outfitter, a
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door to door clothing salesman for those too rich to
go bother shopping for themselves. He was accompanied by Aiden Davis.
They were on their way to to deliver catalogs to
some of the surrounding areas. As the two were driving
past Colville's Grove, a large grassy area between Rogueham and Broadfield,
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Saint George, they passed a large, elaborate red brick Georgian
style house set back from the road. Neither of them
remembered ever seeing this red brick house before, but judging
by its appearance and extravagance of this home and garden,
the pair thought that whoever lived there would probably be
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in the market for some fancy clothes that they were selling.
They started towards the building, but to their surprise, the
house was quickly engulfed in a mist that covered the structure,
and then it disappeared. Confused, they asked the locals about
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the three story red brick house, only to be told
there was no such building in the area. Nineteen seventy six,
a Roguem local, Sandra Hardwick, decided to ride her bike
out and around at dusk after meeting up with some
of her friends. As she rode along, she noticed that
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it was becoming unusually quiet, like her ears had been
filled with cotton. Then she began to notice there were
no more birds or cars. Along with the silence, there
was a rush of frigid air. Despite the fact that
it was a warm summer evening, a large red brick
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mansion seemed to appear out of nowhere on the side
of the road. The place was brightly illuminated, as if
the sun had come out on a bright summer day.
Despite being taken aback by the beauty in the charm
of the house, something still felt incredibly off. She was
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filled with an unexpected feeling of dread. Later that same day,
she returned to view the house again and was surprised
to see there was no trace of the building at all.
Sometime in nineteen eighties, the couple were driving through a
small village en route to the Midden Milden Hail Milden
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Hall roundabout. Traffic was a bit of a mess, so
they were going very slow. They had passed this way
on numerous occasions, so they were both quite surprised when
they saw a huge red brick house on the side
of the road. They both said this building wasn't there
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the last time they'd come this way. They could only
stare as they drove slowly by, wondering how this red
brick mansion could appear out of nowhere. There was no
way anybody could have built it in the few months
since their last trip through the area. In February two
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thousand and seven, Jean Batram and her husband to Sydney.
They were a retired couple living near Rogham in Great Barton,
decided to go for a drive around some of the
local towns and village for some sight seeing. As they
drove around the picturesque countryside, they sparreted a large red
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brick Georgian house out in the field. They didn't have
a great view of it, but it stood out to them,
so they made a note to catch it on the
way back have a better look. On their way home,
the house had vanished in every account, the house appears
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the same. It's a three story red brick house with
a wrought iron fence and a big front garden. As
if a vanishing house wasn't weird enough, the building isn't
always spotted in the same location. The house seems to
move around the countryside. The phenomenon has been looked into
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by paranormal researchers who say that they have found bricks
in the ground at the locations of the sightings. Does
this qualify as a time slip or is it something else?
To me, it qualifies people are passing an area usually
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well known to them when they see this same house
as everybody else. What I find odd is the locals
all claim to not see the house, or at least
that's what they tell us. Maybe they have told others
about seeing the red brick mystery house, only to be
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ridiculed into climbing up. I've told this story a few
times before, and I've shared it with a few other podcasts,
but it kind of fits in, and so here I
go with my own story. Back when I was a
Border Patrol agent, I was sent out to El Paso
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to bring back a trailer full of medical equipment from
the Army. In the middle of January. The Army was
shutting down a field hospital and the Border Patrol agents
that were medics were invited to come take what they wanted.
I had been asking to go for several months, but
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Sector finally relented during the coldest weather of the year.
I was handed the keys to a huge truck with
no heater and no radio, pulling a forty foot trailer.
I was also assigned a partner to help out. It
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was cold in El Paso and we were given a
FEMA trailer to stay in, also no heat. I made
the best of it. My partner well, She decided to
go into town and stay in a hotel. We loaded
as much medical equipment as we could find that was
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still usable. My partner had no want, wish, need, nor
desire to drive all the way back to Laredo in
a truck with no heat and no radio, so she
hitched a ride with another agent that was heading that direction.
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Dave had been in l Paso doing some medical training,
and he volunteered to ride back with me. We were
on duty, but not in uniform. Since we had to
load and unload the trailer, we stashed our pistols in
our bags. We left El Paso en route to San Antonio,
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where Dave lived, and then I was heading to Laredo
on my own. As the sun was going down about
halfway between Fort Stockton and Sheffield, we were running on gas,
so we began looking for a station. There's not much
out there on the side of the road. We saw
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a sign that said gas station just before an exit.
I pulled off of Ien and onto the feeder, which
went up a hill and over an overpass. There was
no side road, just the exit and the overpass, just
the one way to go. Once we were on the
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north side of I ten, the road became very narrow,
just about one vehicle wide, and it was in bad shape.
The tree branches were whacking against the sides of the
trailer as we passed. Pulling the trailer. We had nowhere
to turn around, so we were pretty much forced to
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stay on this gravel road and hope there was a
gas station close. If a vehicle had come from the
other direction, we would have been in a bit of
a jam. The road dead ended in a parking lot
of a store. It looked like something out of the
Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The parking lot was mostly gravel, and
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the windows of the building were in desperate need of cleaning.
We could see light from inside, but not much else.
There were two pumps with a bulb hanging down on
the end of an electric cord. These were the old
style pumps, the kind that you pull the handle and
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you zeroed out the cost. There was no such thing
as pay at the pump. If not for the gas
gauge sitting on empty, I would have turned around and left.
Dave said that he would fill up while I went
inside to pay. I opened the door, stepped through, and
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I froze. My hand automatically went to where my holster
would have been had I been in uniform. Inside the
store were five or six men, mostly dressed in overalls.
They were sitting on folding metal chairs around a black
and white TV. They all stared at me without so
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much as a word. Behind the counter stood a skinny
guy dressed in only his jeans, no shirt, no shoes.
He was missing a way too many teeth. I looked
at the guys around the TV, and then I looked
at the guy behind the counter, and then I looked
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at the guys at the TV again. I had that
weird feeling that just maybe they had some nasty intentions
for me, like maybe I was on the menu. That
small voice in the back of your head that tries
to save you from time to time was saying that
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I should leave. I handed the guy behind the counter
the government credit card and told him I was filling
up the truck. He took the card and he looked
at it like he didn't quite know what it was
at first. Then he reached under the counter and he
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pulled out one of those old style credit card machines,
the kind that you ran back and forth to make
an imprint of the raised numbers on the card. He
had to look around for the right form to place
in the machine. Just as he was handing me the receipt,
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Dave came through the door. He froze, and I saw
his hand go to the spot where his holster should
have been. He backed out the door, and I followed
him immediately. We didn't run, but we didn't take our
time getting out of there. Once back on Ien, we
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talked about what we had just seen and what we
thought we had run into. We talked about it all
the way back to San Antonio. A couple of years later,
my wife had to go to San Diego, and so
we were driving on I ten past Sheffield and I
began looking for that exit. There was nothing even remotely
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like the overpass that we had used that night. When
I got home, I looked on map Quest and Google Earth,
but I could find no trace of that overpass, the road,
or that station. I had Dave's contact information on my phone.
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It had both first and last name, along with his
phone number. I sent him a text one day asking
if he remembered that weird station. I received a text
back saying he did not remember it at all. I
sent him another text, telling about the trip from al
Paso the gas station with a cast from the Texas
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Chainsaw massacre. Dave has sent me another text saying that
he had never been in the Border Patrol. I asked
him a few more questions, only to discover I was
talking to another person with the exact same name, as
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well as the same number that Dave had had. How
I got his number? I have no idea. Now. I
have only known Dave for about twenty years, though it'd
been thirty. Now, if you read or you listened to
the bag Company, here we go again. I had Pam
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go through the same basic event, only I added a
bit more pizaz to it. Weird things happen to people
all the time. A lot of folks choose to ignore
what just might be scary paranormal events. That way they
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can sleep at night. If you've ever had a weird
event and you'd like to see it in print, send
it to me and I'll put you in my next book.
Send your stories to Strange Things at arkanassa dot com.
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The Garrett Dia, a longtime listener, sent me a request
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for a show on Time Slips. I did a show
back in November twenty eighteen, which has been kind of
a long time ago. Now it's really odd. I remember
watching the world go into a huge emotional collapse as
Y two K slowly approached. Folks were looking for sanctuary
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in the mountains or the deserts. People were drawing all
their money out of the banks, thinking all the computers
were about to be fried. The government, in their infinite wisdom,
flew me and another agent to Pittsburgh on December twenty eighth.
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Then they told us we might not get home until
sometime in the next year. Nineteen ninety nine closed its eyes,
and two thousand popped into life with absolutely no issues.
All the doomsayers on coast to coast looked pretty foolish.
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You can still buy their books. I think if you
buy one, you get twelve others for free. They all
have disappeared. You notice you don't hear these guys out
there telling us about the end of the world. At
least you shouldn't. How about December twenty first, twenty twelve,
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folks were getting ready for the end of the world
once more. The Mayan elders came out saying this was
not what their ancestors had said. But the experts were
writing books and doing interviews on coast to coast telling
us about the coming up hockey clips. I have outlived
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the end of the world so many times I've lost track.
People told me the end was nigh. My new truck
is a two thousand and six. Our home was built
in nineteen seventy five. Either time is speeding up or
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my ability to follow it is minishing. Maybe it's time
I revisited some of my earlier shows. It's been a
few weeks since April thirtieth, of two thousand and sixteen
five hundred and twenty seven episodes, I had to look
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it up. In all that time, I missed one show.
I had interviewed Ken Gerhard, and because of his schedule,
I had to record the show earlier in the week,
and I didn't bother to go back and check to
make sure the recording was okay. When it was time
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to go to air, I pushed the play button and
there was nothing there. So I managed to get a
hold of Ken and reinterview him. But yeah, the whole time,
like I said, I have missed one show, and I'm
hoping I'm not tempting fate by saying that. How it
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is you work in the emergency room and you say,
geep's quiet in here? Of course that's all for next
week's show. Maybe it's time I did revisit some of
these old shows that I think I recorded last month,
and it turns out it was about six years ago.
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Before the invention of time keeping devices. Folks got up
at sun up and they went to bed around sundown.
Pretty simple, really. The earliest sundials were made in Mesasypotamia
and ancient Egypt about five thousand years ago. These societies
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built obelisks and other tall, straight buildings with the ability
to cast shadows to indicate the passing of the day.
We have twenty four hours in a day because there
are twenty four flanges. I think that's how it's pronounced.
In our hands. Those are the little tiny bones in
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your fingers. You count the hours using your thumb. You
simply take your thumb and you pass it from one
position on your fingers to the next. The thumb doesn't count,
but it's what you count with. They tell us ancient
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Egyptians invented the calendar, although I think it's the Egyptians
who tell us this, like how they claimed the pyramids
were built by their ancestors, yet there's no proof that
that's what happened. It was necessary to know when to
plant so you could grow the most food, and when
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to harvests so your crops didn't die from the freeze.
Some decided it to be a good idea to count
the years, said they would know when they could retire
and start collecting social security. As time marches on, some
people began to think it would be a really good
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idea to go back and see what happened back before
anybody thought to write things down, or to go back
and find out if the people that look things down
were lying or not. Then another person said he or
she wanted to know the future, so they could write
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it down and call themselves a prophet, make a profit
by being a prophet, you know, December twenty first, twenty twelve,
and that kind of thing. The Vishnu Purana tells the
story of King Rivata Khu could be kak Kudi me, yeah,
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it's an Indian name that I can't pronounced. I don't
speak Hindy, who traveled to heaven to meet the creator
Brahma and was surprised to learn that when he returned
to Earth many ages had passed. There's a Chinese story,
a supplement to the Journey to the West, written in
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sixteen forty by Dong Yu, features magical mirrors and jade
gateways that connected various points in time. One of the
first stories to feature time travel by means of a
machine is The Clock that Went Backwards by Edward Page Mitchell.
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It appeared in The New York Sun in eighteen eighty one.
Eighteen ninety five, HG. Wells wrote The Time Machine. If
you've never read old stories, they take some get used to.
You have to literally transport your mind back in time
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to get the full effect of these stories. You have
to realize that back then you didn't have airplanes or cars.
Hardly anybody had a car. If you wanted to go somewhere,
you either rode a horse or you walked. Things like that.
So if you decide you want to go back and
read some of these really good, really fascinating books, you
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have to tune your mind to them. Doctor Who, the
popular British TV show, has its entire plot centered around
to time travel. At least it used to as far
as I'm concerned. Tom Baker was the doctor. Matt Smith
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and David Tennant were pretty good. The rest. Well, I've
stopped watching any the newer shows. I still have my
tartists parked out in my yard next to the driveway,
but I avoid watching any Doctor Who episodes after Peter Capaldi,
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I watch TV to be entertained, not lectured to. Time
slips are a form of time travel, but they tend
to be unintentional, no machine required. A person sometimes has
several folks together find themselves in a different time from
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the one that they were just in. Using a machine
to jump through time, you are expected to be confronted
with a different world suddenly passing from one time to another.
Who will cause a lot of confusion. The boys in
the white lab coats will tell us that this is
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absolute nonsense. They can't do it, so therefore it's impossible.
Kind of like the guy in the army that says
we do not have any secret weapons because they never
got to use them. Einstein proved that time is relative,
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the very different opinion from Newton, who had said that
time was absolute. The biggest problem we would face in
time travel is the amount of energy required. You would
need a machine, possibly the size of a battleship just
to create the power needed, maybe the size of the Eldridge,
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which was a mind sweep, not a battleship. But how
much energy is not really well known. Mostly it's just
theorized how much energy is stored in the ground under
our feet is also unknown. There is geothermic energy down there,
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we just don't tap into it very much. Accidents happen,
things don't go as planned. Energy can suddenly spring up
and yank us out of our comfy place and deposit
us temporarily someplace else. When and where this might happen,
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nobody knows. In August nineteen oh one, two women from
the English Saint Hugh's College, Charlotte Moberly and Eleanor Jordan,
took a train from Paris to Versailles. The pair didn't
know a lot about French history. The revolution did take place,
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but who all was involved or who lost their heads
about it? They didn't really know. They were going to
Versailles to see the buildings and the grounds, not for
the history. After touring the palace and gazing at all
the fancy accouterments, they walked outside and looked at the gardens.
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They used a guide book to maneuver through the vast estate.
They took a long route down a flight of steps
and past a fountain, and along a full length central
avenue and all the way to the head of what's
called the Long Pond. After a few hours of walking
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and looking, Moberly and Jordan found themselves at the Grand Trianon,
which unfortunately was closed for the day. They turned and
they waited the mate. They made their way along a wall,
looking for other things to look at. The atmosphere around
them began to sudden feel odd. It changed like there
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was a thunderstorm or something. They glanced up at the sky,
but they didn't see any storm clouds, just a bit hazy.
As they made their way along the wall, they began
to notice people who were dressed in period costumes seventeen
hundred's kind of period. The two women simply thought they
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must have been part of the attractions. The people that
they passed as they were walking along the path, they
would speak to them, but it was always in French. Well,
what did you expect they were in France at the time.
I don't know if either of these two women spoke French,
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but I'm sure they must have known some. They came
to a wooded area with a circular garden in a kiosk.
A man was sitting there. He was wearing a cloak
and a large hat. The grass looked lifeless and it
was covered with dead leaves. The area looked like it
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was flat and unnatural. The light was wrong. There was
no shade, and there were no shadows. There was no
wind to be felt. The man turned and looked at
these two women, and Moberly felt alarmed. His face was repulsive,
covered in small pox scars. He gave them a hate
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filled look, and they were the cause of all of
his life sufferings. Both women were frozen in place until
the sudden approach of another man. He was tall, and
they said he was good looking, and he was well dressed.
This man muttered a few words in French, smiled, and
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just kind of pointed towards the exit to the so
Moberly and Jordan continued walking see what else they might see.
They crossed over a small bridge. When they finally reached
the Petit trianon, Moberly observed a regal looking woman sitting
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on a stool. The lady was holding a piece of
paper at arm's length, studying it. As Moberly and Jordan
inched closer, the lady turned and looked at them. Her
face was pretty, but she was not young, way too
much makeup in all the wrong colors, super pale white
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skin with bright red cheeks looked more like something out
of a carnival. They looked at this woman who was
looking at them, and neither of them nor her ever
said a word. Mobray and jan left the area, and
they continued to feel a growing oppressiveness in the air
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as they walked along. They both felt that the weird
shift in the atmosphere it was followed by the scene
in front of them. Returning to the nineteen hundreds, they
walked along the path, finally winding up back where they
had started. Neither of these two women spoke of their experience.
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For the next week, they wrote down separate versions of
what they had encountered, and then they compared their notes.
They then visited the Trianon gardens again, but they could
not retrace their original steps. The landmarks, notably the kiosk
and the bridge, were missing. Research led them to believe
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that the Trianon was haunted, that the lady in the
royal dress was the ghost of marine Rie Antoinette, who
kind of lost her head. Both had seen the scowling
man with a pockmarked face, and they determined that he
must have been Joseph Hyacinthe Francis de Paul des regard
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a nobleman in the court of King Louis the sixteenth
Why do people insist on using so many names? After
talking things over, the two came to realize that they
had not actually seen ghosts, but they had actually been
to Versailles just days before the French Revolution broke out. Somehow,
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the two had slipped through time back to seventeen eighty seven.
In yearly nineteen twenties, Jack and his girlfriend I'm going
to call her Jill, were living in Flackton, Arkansas. On
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a Sunday afternoon, the pair were walking through town en
route to the local baseball field to watch a game
between some of their friends and a nearby town. It
was extremely quiet in town, but they both thought that
everybody must have already gone to the field to watch
the game. They both kind of liked having the whole
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place to themselves. They turned off the main road, taking
a shortcut through the woods. You do know the longest
distance between two points is a shortcut. They came to
a stream which neither of them remembered ever having seen before.
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It was a small town, and everybody walked everywhere they went.
There was no stream in this part of the woods
yet there. It was the game was about to start,
and they didn't feel much like walking all the way
back and then taking another route to get to the ballfield,
so they decided they were going to jump the stream.
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It wasn't that wide and there were a few strategically
placed rocks. Jack helped Jill get from one side to
the other without getting wet. The trees around them seemed
to grow eerily quiet. As they walked, The trees all
began to look not quite right, and they were way
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too tall, and they were not the right kinds of trees. Ahead,
they could hear the game had already begun, so they
walked faster to get to the spot that they had
chosen to watch from. They stepped out on a small
bluff overlooking the ballfield. There were the two teams, one
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at bat while the other were in the field. The
sounds seemed to be all wrong. Jack and Jill were
close enough they should have had no trouble hearing and
seeing everything, Yet the sounds were distant and hard to
make out. It's was as if the two had cotton
stuffed into their ears. They could identify their friends as
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they came up to bat or ran to catch the ball,
but it all looked a bit out of focus. Sometimes
the action looked as if it was slowed down. People
running and didn't move as fast as they should a
Jack and Jill watched the game until the end. That
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feeling of things being not quite right stayed with the
pair until it was time to head back home. They
followed the same trail back through the woods, once more,
stepping from rock to rock to cross the mystery stream.
It was around this time they both noticed the trees
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looked the way they should and the sounds of the
animals were Back in nineteen twenty, there was no one
you could talk to about such weird time travel. Jack
did write things down in a journal, which just happened
to stay with his family. Jill became part of that family.
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On the morning of October nineteen fifty seven, three fifteen
year old Navy cadets were out doing a land and
navigation course. Now I've done these. You get a map,
a compass, and instructions on the landmarks that you're supposed
to find. You document your course of travel, and hopefully
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you get back home before dark. William Lang, Ray Baker,
and Michael Crowley were traveling across the Suffolk countryside as
part of an orientation course. Their task was to find
a few waypoints and then report back to their superiors,
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a simple enough task. We used to have stakes with
numbers written on them, and you'd have to find the
stake in the by using the course that they were given.
Then you had to write the numbers down. It could
get a little confusing when you got to the point
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where you thought you were supposed to be and there
were five or six stakes, all in a few feet
of each other. The people never cleaned up the course well.
As the three young men were approaching their target, a
village named Curzy, the boys could hear the sounds of
church bells and they could see plumes of smoke rising
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up over the hill as they were walking. They had
finally they stumbled across the village, but as they approached
they began to feel increasingly uneasy. The first thing they
noticed was how, one by one the sounds of nature
that surrounded them began to fade away. All that was
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left was a tinkling of a nearby stream, and once
in a while they would hear the sound of a
church bell. As they entered the outskirts of the village.
They saw the trees were all green, which was odd
because it was late in the fall. The cool breeze
they'd been walking in was also gone, and they could
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no longer see smoke from the chimneys or the church spire,
and the bells had stopped ringing. The streets of Curzy
were deserted, no signs of life. This wouldn't have seemed
so strange. It was a Sunday morning in the rural
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heart of the fifties England. But something else struck the
three cadets as being odd. There were no cars parked
on the streets, no telephone wires hanging from the buildings,
and no TV antennas on any of the roofs. There
was no sign of modern technology whatsoever. The buildings themselves
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looked ancient, and to the boys they looked really old.
They were timber framed, and they had seemingly been built
by hand. As the boys put it, almost medieval looking.
This was when the boy's strange experience began to turn
into something a little more sinister. Driven by an inquisitiveness,
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the boys approached the buildings nearest them, which turned out
to be a butcher shop. One of the boys described
it as and I'm not going to do a British accent,
just consider British the people in England to speak with
a Southern accent. There were no tables or counters, just
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two or three whole oxen carcasses, which had been skinned
and in places were quite green with age. There was
a green painted door and windows with smallish glass panes,
one at the front and one at the side, rather
dirty looking. I remember that as we three looked through
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the window in disbelief at the green, moldy carcasses. The
general feeling, certainly was one of disbelief and unreality. The
boys approached another house. Its windows were also greenish, tinted
and smeared. Once again, they saw no signs of life within.
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The rooms were completely empty, crudely whitewashed, and not of
modern day quality. As they stepped away from the house,
all three began to feel the icy stare of invisible
watchers glaring down on them from all over this abandoned village.
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They'd finally had enough and they fled from the strange place.
As they exited the village, climbing over the small hill,
they turned back and they could see once again there
was smoke coming from the chimneys. They could hear the
sounds of people and animals. It was as if nothing
weird had happened. In the nineteen eighties, two of the
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boys laying in Crowley reconnected by phone and they discussed
this strange incident. While the recollections didn't match up perfectly,
the two did decide that they needed to contact Andrew mackenzie,
a leading member of the Society for Psychical Research. After
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listening to the two men, McKenzie came to the conclusion
that their trip to Curzy was a case of retro cognition,
which is also known as time slip. That's a cool word,
retro cognition. That's a word that the boys and the
white lab coats would use if they believed in time slips,
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which they don't, so therefore they won't use the word.
After listening to the men, McKenzie came to the conclusion
their trip to I already said that, didn't I. I'm
rereading my notes. McKenzie believed that the three boys saw
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wasn't the Curzy of nineteen fifties, but a Curzy from
hundreds of years ago. It's an incredibly rare phenomenon, with
only a handful of cases recorded worldwide. In nineteen ninety,
Lang met up with Mackenzie and the two men visited
Curzy with the aid of the local historian. They made
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some surprising connections experience the real history of the village.
The strange butcher shop they had seen had been a
butcher shop in seventeen ninety. The building itself dated back
to thirteen fifty nineteen seventy three. Mister Squirrel, that sounds
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like a children's story, doesn't it. Mister Squirrel and mister
Duck joined the army, where they both learn some new
and exciting words. Actually, I didn't learn any new words
in the army. I already knew them. No, this is
not a children's story. His name was mister Squirrel, and
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he was going to buy some stationary Way back, you
didn't go to Walmart to buy notebooks and pencils. There
were specialty items, and you only found them in specialty stores.
He entered a stationary shop and was served by a
woman in Edwardian dress. Edgar Casey started out working in
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a stationery store. He told the owners that he would
work for two weeks free of charge, and at the end.
If they thought he had earned a paycheck, they could
pay him what they thought he was worth. He wound
up getting the job, and he was paid a lot
more money than a person normally would on their first
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day on the job. And I'm getting off track here,
mister squirrel bought some envelopes, surprised at how low the
cost was, and then he left. The next day, he
was in the same neighborhood and he thought he would
just nip in and look around. Only he found the
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shop had changed completely. He asked about the stationery store
and the strangely dressed woman who sold him the envelopes.
The elderly woman at the counter was unable to recall
there ever being such a shop, or anybody of the
sort ever working there. He still had the envelopes at home,
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and he soon discovered that the company that had made
the envelopes had been out of business for decades. Nineteen
seventy nine, two married couples, Guff and Pauline Simpson and
Len and Cynthia Gibb Gisbee, went on vacation in Spain.
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As they were driving through France on their way to Spain,
they stopped at a hotel on the side of the highway,
They had dinner and they stayed the night. Both couples
noted that the hotel was outdated. Their bedrooms didn't have
window panes, just shutters. The beds didn't come with pillows,
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and the sheets were calico fabric. The bill they paid
seemed quite low. When they asked for directions to the
nearest interstate, the hotel staff seemed to have no idea
what they were talking about, or even what an automobile was.
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Once back home in England, they got on with their lives,
only really thinking about that hotel when their photographs were
developed and returned. I feel duty bound to point out
that there was no such thing as digital cares back then,
and it would take a few days to a week
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to have your images developed. They had photos from their
ferry ride across the Channel, their drive through France up
until they arrived at that hotel. They all knew that
they had taken several shots while at the hotel. They
had a few from outside and one or two from inside.
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The images they received went from driving through France to
crossing into Spain. Nothing of the hotel. Thinking there must
have been trouble with the film or maybe the developers.
They wrote it off as just one of those things.
A year later, the two couples decided on another drive
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to Spain. Once more. They were going to follow the
exact same route, and they decided they wanted to stay
at that point and weird little hotel. They couldn't find
the place. They even stopped at the nearest police station
and asked about the hotel and were told there was
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no such place, at least not in this century. I
used to wonder how folks in these situations were able
to pay for their food, the rooms, or the items
that they got. After dealing with a lot of people
working at service related jobs, I've noticed they seldom pay
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close attention to the cash being passed back and forth.
It looks close enough, and that's good enough. One cashier
took a counterfeit one thousand dollar bill from a customer.
It wasn't until she realized she didn't have enough change
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that the supervisor was called. Yes, there were one thousand
dollar bills out there and nobody uses them anymore, and
they're worth a lot more than their face value. I
tried to keep everything in chronological order. This next story
starts out way in the past and it winds up
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in current time. I decided to just leave it in
place and run with it. The first encounter with this
mystery house took place in eighteen sixty near Roeham in England.
I believe that's how it's called Rogueham. It's in England.
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A man who lived in the area was named Robert Palfrey,
and he was walking down a road when out of nowhere,
he felt an unusual chill. It felt as if the
wind was now freezing. He looked around and he saw
the trees were being bent by gusts of wind. To
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his surprise, Palfrey noticed a house set back from the road.
Being a house wasn't all that shocking, And being set
back from the road that was normal enough. It's just
that he had walked up and down this same road
hundreds of times, and he knew, beyond a shadow of
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a doubt, there should be no house on this piece
of land. What he was looking at was a huge
Georgian style red brick house with a big garden inside
a wrought iron fence. He stood in the middle of
the road staring at this house that shouldn't be there.
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As he watched the building began to dissolve, It became
misty and see through, and just like that, it was gone.
There was no sign of any structure ever having been there,
just an empty field. This was not the kind of
thing you should talk about, but he was in desperate
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need of telling somebody and they just might be able
to explain it away. Palfrey rushed home and he told
his family about seeing this mystery house. His family returned
to check out the area. There was nothing there. This
led to members of the family thinking maybe he was
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just seeing things, or maybe he was telling stories, maybe
he was coming down with something. These ideas kept this
sightings in the background of everybody's mind for several years.
Remember that time the old man told us he saw
a house. Nothing was seen in the mystery house until
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nineteen twelve. James Cabold was a young boy, but I
couldn't find his age. He was the grand son of
Robert Palfrey. His next door neighbor was the local butcher
John Waylett now George Waylett, and James would help out
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on deliveries. On one Saturday during the summer, James was
leading the horse drawn wagon as they passed an empty field.
A sudden extremely cold wind arose out of nowhere. The
horse began to rear up and kick around, as if
afraid of some unseen creature. The wagon was bounced around
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and George was thrown from the back. The horse managed
to bake free and took off down the road. James
was busy looking around for the unseen predator when he
saw a huge red brick house in the field next
to him. The field had been empty for as long
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as he could remember, and the house did not look
brand new. Had somebody built this house, it would have
taken year or more, and James would have seen the workers.
The three story house had a big garden out front
filled with flowers. The wrought iron fence was well maintained,
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but it was definitely not new. Looking. At this house,
James was reminded of the stories that he'd heard from
his grandfather, as well as most of his family. His
job had been to look after the horse, so James
ran down the road after the fleeing beast. It hadn't
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gone far, so he grabbed the bridle and led the
horse back to where the butcher was getting back to
his feet. As he approached George, a mist began to
enshroud the house as he watched the red brick building vanished.
James and George could only stay at the vanishing building.
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Both of them were torn between continuing to watch or
running for their lives. Once the field was nothing but
an empty ground. George told James that this was the
third time he had seen that house. He'd seen it
while making deliveries, and it was always preceded by a
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gust of freezing wind. George told James that he would
best not talk about this vanishing house because the folks
in town thought the butcher was crazy after he had
told them about seeing it. October nineteen twenty six, a
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young school teacher named Ruth went Wine and her ten
year old student, Ruth Allison, were out enjoying a nice
stroll around the countryside. The teacher was new to the area,
but when she spotted a three story red brick house,
she had a feeling that something just wasn't right about it.
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She could have sworn the house wasn't there the last
time she'd been on this road. There was a brick
wall skirting the road. The wall gave way to wrought
iron fencing, which gave way to a view of a
three story house. It was huge, with ornate woodwork around
the windows and the doors. The garden out front was
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filled with flowers of every color. Being unfamiliar with the area,
Ruth could only speculate as to who lived in such
a grand edifice. The pair continued their walk, heading towards
the local church. On the return trip, they took a
different route, so Ruth and Ruth never saw if the
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house was still there or not. Once Ruth the school
got back to her home, she told her mother about
the huge red house they had seen. Her mother said, oh,
that's nice or something like that, and that was the
end of that. The next spring, Ruth and Ruth were
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out walking around the area and they happened to pass
the same area where the red brick house should have been.
They were both stunned to see nothing but an empty field.
The road was flanked by nothing but a ditch, and
beyond the ditch lay a wilderness of earth weeds and mounds,
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all overgrown with trees. At first, they thought the house
had been knocked down since their last visit, but closer
inspections showed a pond and other small pools among the
mounds where the house had been visible. Ruth, the school teacher,
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asked the villagers about this unusual house. Nobody knew what
she was talking about, or at least they insisted that
the house didn't exist. In the nineteen forties, a man
named Edward Bentley was working as a men's outfitter, a
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door to door clothing salesman for those too rich to
go bother shopping for themselves. He was accompanied by Aiden Davis.
They were on their way to to deliver catalogs to
some of the surrounding areas. As the two were driving
past Colville's Grove, a large grassy area between Rogueham and Broadfield,
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Saint George, they passed a large, elaborate red brick Georgian
style house set back from the road. Neither of them
remembered ever seeing this red brick house before, but judging
by its appearance and extravagance of this home and garden,
the pair thought that whoever lived there would probably be
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in the market for some fancy clothes that they were selling.
They started towards the building, but to their surprise, the
house was quickly engulfed in a mist that covered the structure,
and then it disappeared. Confused, they asked the locals about
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the three story red brick house, only to be told
there was no such building in the area. Nineteen seventy six,
a Roguem local, Sandra Hardwick, decided to ride her bike
out and around at dusk after meeting up with some
of her friends. As she rode along, she noticed that
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it was becoming unusually quiet, like her ears had been
filled with cotton. Then she began to notice there were
no more birds or cars. Along with the silence, there
was a rush of frigid air. Despite the fact that
it was a warm summer evening, a large red brick
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mansion seemed to appear out of nowhere on the side
of the road. The place was brightly illuminated, as if
the sun had come out on a bright summer day.
Despite being taken aback by the beauty in the charm
of the house, something still felt incredibly off. She was
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filled with an unexpected feeling of dread. Later that same day,
she returned to view the house again and was surprised
to see there was no trace of the building at all.
Sometime in nineteen eighties, the couple were driving through a
small village en route to the Midden Milden Hail Milden
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Hall roundabout. Traffic was a bit of a mess, so
they were going very slow. They had passed this way
on numerous occasions, so they were both quite surprised when
they saw a huge red brick house on the side
of the road. They both said this building wasn't there
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the last time they'd come this way. They could only
stare as they drove slowly by, wondering how this red
brick mansion could appear out of nowhere. There was no
way anybody could have built it in the few months
since their last trip through the area. In February two
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thousand and seven, Jean Batram and her husband to Sydney.
They were a retired couple living near Rogham in Great Barton,
decided to go for a drive around some of the
local towns and village for some sight seeing. As they
drove around the picturesque countryside, they sparreted a large red
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brick Georgian house out in the field. They didn't have
a great view of it, but it stood out to them,
so they made a note to catch it on the
way back have a better look. On their way home,
the house had vanished in every account, the house appears
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the same. It's a three story red brick house with
a wrought iron fence and a big front garden. As
if a vanishing house wasn't weird enough, the building isn't
always spotted in the same location. The house seems to
move around the countryside. The phenomenon has been looked into
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by paranormal researchers who say that they have found bricks
in the ground at the locations of the sightings. Does
this qualify as a time slip or is it something else?
To me, it qualifies people are passing an area usually
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well known to them when they see this same house
as everybody else. What I find odd is the locals
all claim to not see the house, or at least
that's what they tell us. Maybe they have told others
about seeing the red brick mystery house, only to be
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ridiculed into climbing up. I've told this story a few
times before, and I've shared it with a few other podcasts,
but it kind of fits in, and so here I
go with my own story. Back when I was a
Border Patrol agent, I was sent out to El Paso
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to bring back a trailer full of medical equipment from
the Army. In the middle of January. The Army was
shutting down a field hospital and the Border Patrol agents
that were medics were invited to come take what they wanted.
I had been asking to go for several months, but
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Sector finally relented during the coldest weather of the year.
I was handed the keys to a huge truck with
no heater and no radio, pulling a forty foot trailer.
I was also assigned a partner to help out. It
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was cold in El Paso and we were given a
FEMA trailer to stay in, also no heat. I made
the best of it. My partner well, She decided to
go into town and stay in a hotel. We loaded
as much medical equipment as we could find that was
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still usable. My partner had no want, wish, need, nor
desire to drive all the way back to Laredo in
a truck with no heat and no radio, so she
hitched a ride with another agent that was heading that direction.
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Dave had been in l Paso doing some medical training,
and he volunteered to ride back with me. We were
on duty, but not in uniform. Since we had to
load and unload the trailer, we stashed our pistols in
our bags. We left El Paso en route to San Antonio,
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where Dave lived, and then I was heading to Laredo
on my own. As the sun was going down about
halfway between Fort Stockton and Sheffield, we were running on gas,
so we began looking for a station. There's not much
out there on the side of the road. We saw
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a sign that said gas station just before an exit.
I pulled off of Ien and onto the feeder, which
went up a hill and over an overpass. There was
no side road, just the exit and the overpass, just
the one way to go. Once we were on the
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north side of I ten, the road became very narrow,
just about one vehicle wide, and it was in bad shape.
The tree branches were whacking against the sides of the
trailer as we passed. Pulling the trailer. We had nowhere
to turn around, so we were pretty much forced to
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stay on this gravel road and hope there was a
gas station close. If a vehicle had come from the
other direction, we would have been in a bit of
a jam. The road dead ended in a parking lot
of a store. It looked like something out of the
Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The parking lot was mostly gravel, and
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the windows of the building were in desperate need of cleaning.
We could see light from inside, but not much else.
There were two pumps with a bulb hanging down on
the end of an electric cord. These were the old
style pumps, the kind that you pull the handle and
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you zeroed out the cost. There was no such thing
as pay at the pump. If not for the gas
gauge sitting on empty, I would have turned around and left.
Dave said that he would fill up while I went
inside to pay. I opened the door, stepped through, and
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I froze. My hand automatically went to where my holster
would have been had I been in uniform. Inside the
store were five or six men, mostly dressed in overalls.
They were sitting on folding metal chairs around a black
and white TV. They all stared at me without so
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much as a word. Behind the counter stood a skinny
guy dressed in only his jeans, no shirt, no shoes.
He was missing a way too many teeth. I looked
at the guys around the TV, and then I looked
at the guy behind the counter, and then I looked
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at the guys at the TV again. I had that
weird feeling that just maybe they had some nasty intentions
for me, like maybe I was on the menu. That
small voice in the back of your head that tries
to save you from time to time was saying that
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I should leave. I handed the guy behind the counter
the government credit card and told him I was filling
up the truck. He took the card and he looked
at it like he didn't quite know what it was
at first. Then he reached under the counter and he
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pulled out one of those old style credit card machines,
the kind that you ran back and forth to make
an imprint of the raised numbers on the card. He
had to look around for the right form to place
in the machine. Just as he was handing me the receipt,
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Dave came through the door. He froze, and I saw
his hand go to the spot where his holster should
have been. He backed out the door, and I followed
him immediately. We didn't run, but we didn't take our
time getting out of there. Once back on Ien, we
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talked about what we had just seen and what we
thought we had run into. We talked about it all
the way back to San Antonio. A couple of years later,
my wife had to go to San Diego, and so
we were driving on I ten past Sheffield and I
began looking for that exit. There was nothing even remotely
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like the overpass that we had used that night. When
I got home, I looked on map Quest and Google Earth,
but I could find no trace of that overpass, the road,
or that station. I had Dave's contact information on my phone.
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It had both first and last name, along with his
phone number. I sent him a text one day asking
if he remembered that weird station. I received a text
back saying he did not remember it at all. I
sent him another text, telling about the trip from al
Paso the gas station with a cast from the Texas
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Chainsaw massacre. Dave has sent me another text saying that
he had never been in the Border Patrol. I asked
him a few more questions, only to discover I was
talking to another person with the exact same name, as
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well as the same number that Dave had had. How
I got his number? I have no idea. Now. I
have only known Dave for about twenty years, though it'd
been thirty. Now, if you read or you listened to
the bag Company, here we go again. I had Pam
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go through the same basic event, only I added a
bit more pizaz to it. Weird things happen to people
all the time. A lot of folks choose to ignore
what just might be scary paranormal events. That way they
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can sleep at night. If you've ever had a weird
event and you'd like to see it in print, send
it to me and I'll put you in my next book.
Send your stories to Strange Things at arkanassa dot com.
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