04/10/17

Ghostly Submarine: The USS Thresher

On April 10, 1963, the USS Thresher sank during a routine test dive, taking 129 souls down with her. Three years later, a family out on a yacht reportedly saw the doomed submarine slip beneath the waves once more.

“Looking into the wind and spray, the five-strong family saw the name Thresher painted on the side of the submarine and saw it was badly damaged along the waterline,” Alan Wood writes in his book, Military Ghosts.

“Suddenly, the submarine rose bodily into the air and sank quickly beneath the rough running sea. Two sailors visible on the submarine did not move as it sank and went down in their positions.”

After returning to shore, the yacht skipper discovered that the Thresher had sank in the same spot he and his family had seen the submarine. Are the victims’ ghosts still out there today, 54 years later?

04/2/17

Ghost Photo: Tree Spirit

The photos above recently appeared in Reddit’s r/paranormal. The OP writes:

“These photos were taken in quick succession on the night of the abnormally large full moon. By quick succession, I mean approximately two seconds. Being a skeptic, I would have any other time assumed it to be a Photoshop job; but these particular family members are of an older generation that haven’t even heard of the program. The family that captured this photo has a motion-sensor light that is triggered at all hours of the night.”

What do you make of the ghostly figure? See an enlarged image below.

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02/26/17

Reader Submission: The Man at the Door

“My father always argued that a near death experience was the result of chemical processes in the brain.

This all happened Wednesday night, 2/15/17. I returned home after my husband had taken me out for a fancy diner the day after Valentine’s Day because it would be less busy. After we got home, he went to bed and I stayed up watching YouTube.

At 11:30 p.m., I heard someone knocking on the front door and it sounded like they might be trying to break in. I started yelling, asking who it was. It was a police officer.

I told him to hold on. I ran up and told my husband to get up and come down…’It’s the police.’

My husband talked to the officer as I hid behind the door. The officer asked for me. I came out from behind. He then said something that knocked the wind out of me. Mom couldn’t reach me by phone. Come to her house. My father’s in the hospital.

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02/5/17

Reader Submission: The Lenham Killing Pole

“Telephones are not the same anymore. No longer do we get crossed lines, mysterious strange noises, nor do we have to ask an operator to be connected to our number of choice. Indeed, we mostly carry our telephones with us, easily available for instant use, and usable in many different ways. Overhead telephone lines are also fast disappearing, as the conversion to underground cables and fiber optic connections continues at a constant pace. The ugly telegraph poles will not be missed though, especially the one near the medieval village of Lenham, locally known as The Killing Pole.

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