https://www.spreaker.com/show/unexplained-mysteries-cryptic-cluesEveryone loves an unexplained mystery right? That thirst to find those hidden clues, to uncover new evidence, to unravel the layers of mystique & enigma that hide the answers to solving the mystery?
Each new episode investigates dark & deadly true stories of unexplained mysteries, strange disappearances, history and lore, monsters and mystery.

Steph lives in London & has been a frequent guest on the biggest paranormal radio shows, including Coast to Coast Am, Midnight in the Desert, Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast, Beyond The Darkness, The Unexplained, and many more.
https://www.stephyoungauthor.com/
https://www.amazon.com/Steph-Young/e/B00KE8B6B0/]]>enSociety & CultureCopyright Steph Younghttps://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/t_rss_itunes_square_1400/images.spreaker.com/original/0971499f8323fe773bb22198f5a347dd.jpghttps://www.spreaker.com/show/unexplained-mysteries-cryptic-cluesMon, 03 Aug 2020 09:23:53 +0000Steph YoungSteph Youngfeeds@spreaker.comUnexplained Mysteries & Cryptic Clues with bestselling author & researcher Steph Young. Everyone loves an unexplained mystery right? That thirst to find those hidden clues, to uncover new evidence, to unravel the layers of mystique & enigma that...Everyone loves an unexplained mystery right? That thirst to find those hidden clues, to uncover new evidence, to unravel the layers of mystique & enigma that hide the answers to solving the mystery?
Each new episode investigates dark & deadly true stories of unexplained mysteries, strange disappearances, history and lore, monsters and mystery.

Steph lives in London & has been a frequent guest on the biggest paranormal radio shows, including Coast to Coast Am, Midnight in the Desert, Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast, Beyond The Darkness, The Unexplained, and many more.
https://www.stephyoungauthor.com/
https://www.amazon.com/Steph-Young/e/B00KE8B6B0/]]>cleanepisodicSteph Youngfeeds@spreaker.comUnexplained Mysteries & Cryptic Clues with bestselling author & researcher Steph Young. Everyone loves an unexplained mystery right? That thirst to find those hidden clues, to uncover new evidence, to unravel the layers of mystique & enigma that hide the answers to solving the mystery? Each new episode investigates dark & deadly true stories of unexplained mysteries, strange disappearances, history and lore, monsters and mystery. Steph lives in London & has been a frequent guest on the biggest paranormal radio shows, including Coast to Coast Am, Midnight in the Desert, Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast, Beyond The Darkness, The Unexplained, and many more. https://www.stephyoungauthor.com/ https://www.amazon.com/Steph-Young/e/B00KE8B6B0/Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/the-mystery-of-the-silpho-saucer-the-fishttp://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1036Mon, 03 Aug 2020 09:16:39 +0000Steph YoungThe Mystery of the Silpho Saucer & the fish and chip shop!908cleanfullSteph YoungThe Mystery of the Silpho Saucer & the fish and chip shop!Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/the-black-eyed-man1972, the retired Vicar of Chidick, in the west county of Dorset, England,
apparently came to Loch Ness to ‘exorcise’ the Loch Ness Monster. Reverend Donald
Omand, a doctor of philosophy, and a man rather bizarrely said to have been
held in particular high ‘esteem by circus people throughout Europe,’  for his ‘Ability to spiritually de-louse
potentially dangerous places such as big tops, and wild animals,’ according to paranormal
researcher Ted Holiday, arrived at Loch Ness to rid the Lake of the infamous giant
water-monster, and the BBC came along to record it on film for posterity.



On
the shores of the Lake, the Vicar, dressed in his ecclesiastical robes, entered
a small rowing boat alone and rowed out to the middle of the cold water of Loch
Ness. Once he reached a spot in the middle of the Lake, the vicar promptly stood
up in the rowing boat and began his exorcism: “Let devil worship and all nefarious
magic cease!” he said in a loud voice. The BBC reporter commentates; “It’s a strange
mission indeed that’s brought the Reverend Omand on a 700-mile journey from his
west-country home to the shores of Loch Ness. Dr. Omand, just retired as a
Vicar of Chiddick, has an appointment with the monster. It’s a coming together
the 71-year old Doctor of Philosophy doesn’t expect Nessie to particularly enjoy;
because Dr. Omand is here to get the monster to change its ways. Many men would
shrink from such an assignment – after all, monsters might be expected to give
short shrift to elderly vicars who come along interfering in their business. However,
Dr. Omand, his canonicals fanned by the breeze, seems to have no qualms as he
heads for the centre of the Loch. It’s there he will perform the ceremony which
he confidently expects will mark the end of a million years of monstrous
behaviour.



The vicar says, “I adjure thee, thou ancient serpent….”



Says
the BBC reporter; “The Vicar’s theory is that the Loch Ness Monster is not a
pre-historic beast that somehow slipped through the evolutionary net and lived
on in the vast depths of the Loch. He maintains that Nessie is an apparition: a
spirit, and an evil one at that; so much so that it’s having a bad effect on the
locals, driving them to drink, foul tempers and black magic. It’s a ceremony
the Vicar has performed on many occasions in other haunted spots and now Dr Omand
is exorcising Loch Ness of the evil spirit of the Monster.”



The Vicar continues; “Depart to the place appointed them, there to remain forever.” The Vicar is standing precariously in the small rowing boat. “Grant that by the power entrusted to the unworthy servant, this Highland Loch and all land adjoining it may be delivered from all evil spirits, all vain imaginations, projections and phantasms, and all the deceits of the evil one. Be gone thou hideous demon, unto thine appointed place and return no more to plague the servants of almighty God.”



With
the exorcism now complete, the vicar sits back down in the rowing boat and rows
back to shore where the BBC awaited his safe return. When the reporter asks him
what does he think the monster is? He replies, “I think it is something that thousands
or even millions of years ago was in this place. I think it was possibly what
we knew in those days as a Dragon. The Dragon, which really of course is the Devil
– it means that. You may not know that in Sweden there is a lake that was just
as famous as Loch Ness, for its monster. I’ve been there and I’ve also seen it
in a Fjord in the North of Norway. And, in both these places, I have found that
it has an injurious effect upon people – people who see ...]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1031Mon, 27 Jul 2020 17:27:12 +0000Steph YoungIn 1972, the retired Vicar of Chidick, in the west county of Dorset, England, apparently came to Loch Ness to ‘exorcise’ the Loch Ness Monster. Reverend Donald Omand, a doctor of philosophy, and a man rather bizarrely said to have been held in...1972, the retired Vicar of Chidick, in the west county of Dorset, England,
apparently came to Loch Ness to ‘exorcise’ the Loch Ness Monster. Reverend Donald
Omand, a doctor of philosophy, and a man rather bizarrely said to have been
held in particular high ‘esteem by circus people throughout Europe,’  for his ‘Ability to spiritually de-louse
potentially dangerous places such as big tops, and wild animals,’ according to paranormal
researcher Ted Holiday, arrived at Loch Ness to rid the Lake of the infamous giant
water-monster, and the BBC came along to record it on film for posterity.



On
the shores of the Lake, the Vicar, dressed in his ecclesiastical robes, entered
a small rowing boat alone and rowed out to the middle of the cold water of Loch
Ness. Once he reached a spot in the middle of the Lake, the vicar promptly stood
up in the rowing boat and began his exorcism: “Let devil worship and all nefarious
magic cease!” he said in a loud voice. The BBC reporter commentates; “It’s a strange
mission indeed that’s brought the Reverend Omand on a 700-mile journey from his
west-country home to the shores of Loch Ness. Dr. Omand, just retired as a
Vicar of Chiddick, has an appointment with the monster. It’s a coming together
the 71-year old Doctor of Philosophy doesn’t expect Nessie to particularly enjoy;
because Dr. Omand is here to get the monster to change its ways. Many men would
shrink from such an assignment – after all, monsters might be expected to give
short shrift to elderly vicars who come along interfering in their business. However,
Dr. Omand, his canonicals fanned by the breeze, seems to have no qualms as he
heads for the centre of the Loch. It’s there he will perform the ceremony which
he confidently expects will mark the end of a million years of monstrous
behaviour.



The vicar says, “I adjure thee, thou ancient serpent….”



Says
the BBC reporter; “The Vicar’s theory is that the Loch Ness Monster is not a
pre-historic beast that somehow slipped through the evolutionary net and lived
on in the vast depths of the Loch. He maintains that Nessie is an apparition: a
spirit, and an evil one at that; so much so that it’s having a bad effect on the
locals, driving them to drink, foul tempers and black magic. It’s a ceremony
the Vicar has performed on many occasions in other haunted spots and now Dr Omand
is exorcising Loch Ness of the evil spirit of the Monster.”



The Vicar continues; “Depart to the place appointed them, there to remain forever.” The Vicar is standing precariously in the small rowing boat. “Grant that by the power entrusted to the unworthy servant, this Highland Loch and all land adjoining it may be delivered from all evil spirits, all vain imaginations, projections and phantasms, and all the deceits of the evil one. Be gone thou hideous demon, unto thine appointed place and return no more to plague the servants of almighty God.”



With
the exorcism now complete, the vicar sits back down in the rowing boat and rows
back to shore where the BBC awaited his safe return. When the reporter asks him
what does he think the monster is? He replies, “I think it is something that thousands
or even millions of years ago was in this place. I think it was possibly what
we knew in those days as a Dragon. The Dragon, which really of course is the Devil
– it means that. You may not know that in Sweden there is a lake that was just
as famous as Loch Ness, for its monster. I’ve been there and I’ve also seen it
in a Fjord in the North of Norway. And, in both these places, I have found that
it has an injurious effect upon people – people who see ...]]>1146cleanfullSteph YoungIn 1972, the retired Vicar of Chidick, in the west county of Dorset, England, apparently came to Loch Ness to ‘exorcise’ the Loch Ness Monster. Reverend Donald Omand, a doctor of philosophy, and a man rather bizarrely said to have been held in particular high ‘esteem by circus people throughout Europe,’  for his ‘Ability to spiritually de-louse potentially dangerous places such as big tops, and wild animals,’ according to paranormal researcher Ted Holiday, arrived at Loch Ness to rid the Lake of the infamous giant water-monster, and the BBC came along to record it on film for posterity. On the shores of the Lake, the Vicar, dressed in his ecclesiastical robes, entered a small rowing boat alone and rowed out to the middle of the cold water of Loch Ness. Once he reached a spot in the middle of the Lake, the vicar promptly stood up in the rowing boat and began his exorcism: “Let devil worship and all nefarious magic cease!” he said in a loud voice. The BBC reporter commentates; “It’s a strange mission indeed that’s brought the Reverend Omand on a 700-mile journey from his west-country home to the shores of Loch Ness. Dr. Omand, just retired as a Vicar of Chiddick, has an appointment with the monster. It’s a coming together the 71-year old Doctor of Philosophy doesn’t expect Nessie to particularly enjoy; because Dr. Omand is here to get the monster to change its ways. Many men would shrink from such an assignment – after all, monsters might be expected to give short shrift to elderly vicars who come along interfering in their business. However, Dr. Omand, his canonicals fanned by the breeze, seems to have no qualms as he heads for the centre of the Loch. It’s there he will perform the ceremony which he confidently expects will mark the end of a million years of monstrous behaviour. The vicar says, “I adjure thee, thou ancient serpent….” Says the BBC reporter; “The Vicar’s theory is that the Loch Ness Monster is not a pre-historic beast that somehow slipped through the evolutionary net and lived on in the vast depths of the Loch. He maintains that Nessie is an apparition: a spirit, and an evil one at that; so much so that it’s having a bad effect on the locals, driving them to drink, foul tempers and black magic. It’s a ceremony the Vicar has performed on many occasions in other haunted spots and now Dr Omand is exorcising Loch Ness of the evil spirit of the Monster.” The Vicar continues; “Depart to the place appointed them, there to remain forever.” The Vicar is standing precariously in the small rowing boat. “Grant that by the power entrusted to the unworthy servant, this Highland Loch and all land adjoining it may be delivered from all evil spirits, all vain imaginations, projections and phantasms, and all the deceits of the evil one. Be gone thou hideous demon, unto thine appointed place and return no more to plague the servants of almighty God.” With the exorcism now complete, the vicar sits back down in the rowing boat and rows back to shore where the BBC awaited his safe return. When the reporter asks him what does he think the monster is? He replies, “I think it is something that thousands or even millions of years ago was in this place. I think it was possibly what we knew in those days as a Dragon. The Dragon, which really of course is the Devil – it means that. You may not know that in Sweden there is a lake that was just as famous as Loch Ness, for its monster. I’ve been there and I’ve also seen it in a Fjord in the North of Norway. And, in both these places, I have found that it has an injurious effect upon people – people who see ...Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/the-curious-tale-of-mr-rouse-mr-popperand Pyramid Public House in North London, a conversation was taking place between
two men. If anyone else in the pub had caught any part of the conversation taking
place between the two men standing at the bar, they would have noticed nothing
strange or unusual. They might have noticed that one was drinking beer and the
other lemonade, and one of the men was more smartly dressed than the other, but
there was nothing else of note that would have drawn their attention.



It would later transpire that the two gentlemen had met outside the public house, and one had invited the other one inside. It was November the 5th, although one of them would later say it was the 2nd or 3rd. Later, one of the men would say that the other man with him was “Approximately forty years of age, between 5 ft 6 and 5 ft 8 inches tall, had a slight brogue, and had a boxing or sports tattoo on his right forearm.” He would say that the man had been wearing police boots, which the other man explained had been given to him by the London police. He was also carrying a sports diary.



What one of the men did not know, was that this meeting would set in play a most diabolical plan, and one riddled with strange coincidences too….







Tales of Mystery Unexplained



Also in the Book Tales of Mystery Unexplained]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1028Mon, 06 Jul 2020 17:01:59 +0000Steph YoungIn November 1930, in the Swan and Pyramid Public House in North London, a conversation was taking place between two men. If anyone else in the pub had caught any part of the conversation taking place between the two men standing at the bar, they would...and Pyramid Public House in North London, a conversation was taking place between
two men. If anyone else in the pub had caught any part of the conversation taking
place between the two men standing at the bar, they would have noticed nothing
strange or unusual. They might have noticed that one was drinking beer and the
other lemonade, and one of the men was more smartly dressed than the other, but
there was nothing else of note that would have drawn their attention.



It would later transpire that the two gentlemen had met outside the public house, and one had invited the other one inside. It was November the 5th, although one of them would later say it was the 2nd or 3rd. Later, one of the men would say that the other man with him was “Approximately forty years of age, between 5 ft 6 and 5 ft 8 inches tall, had a slight brogue, and had a boxing or sports tattoo on his right forearm.” He would say that the man had been wearing police boots, which the other man explained had been given to him by the London police. He was also carrying a sports diary.



What one of the men did not know, was that this meeting would set in play a most diabolical plan, and one riddled with strange coincidences too….







Tales of Mystery Unexplained



Also in the Book Tales of Mystery Unexplained]]>1139cleanfullSteph YoungIn November 1930, in the Swan and Pyramid Public House in North London, a conversation was taking place between two men. If anyone else in the pub had caught any part of the conversation taking place between the two men standing at the bar, they would have noticed nothing strange or unusual. They might have noticed that one was drinking beer and the other lemonade, and one of the men was more smartly dressed than the other, but there was nothing else of note that would have drawn their attention. It would later transpire that the two gentlemen had met outside the public house, and one had invited the other one inside. It was November the 5th, although one of them would later say it was the 2nd or 3rd. Later, one of the men would say that the other man with him was “Approximately forty years of age, between 5 ft 6 and 5 ft 8 inches tall, had a slight brogue, and had a boxing or sports tattoo on his right forearm.” He would say that the man had been wearing police boots, which the other man explained had been given to him by the London police. He was also carrying a sports diary. What one of the men did not know, was that this meeting would set in play a most diabolical plan, and one riddled with strange coincidences too…. Tales of Mystery Unexplained Also in the Book Tales of Mystery UnexplainedNohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/strange-forest-disappearanceshttp://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1025Tue, 30 Jun 2020 13:16:20 +0000Steph YoungThe post Strange Forest Disappearances appeared first on Tales of Mystery Unexplained.1486cleanfullSteph YoungThe post Strange Forest Disappearances appeared first on Tales of Mystery Unexplained.Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/slenderman-the-missing-childrenhttp://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1023Tue, 23 Jun 2020 16:17:22 +0000Steph YoungThe post Slenderman & The Missing Children appeared first on Tales of Mystery Unexplained.1003cleanfullSteph YoungThe post Slenderman & The Missing Children appeared first on Tales of Mystery Unexplained.Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/a-haunting-last-photo-then-he-is-gonethat his parents are left with. The photo is a close-up shot of his face, set
against a bleak, dark landscape. He is alone, we think. He is lost, we believe,
and he is very afraid. How he vanished has never been solved. He was a boy scout
aged 12, and he vanished into thin air. He was with his scout group on a hike. There
one minute, gone the next.



It was July the 19th 1991, and 12-year-old Jared Negrete was on his first overnight camping trip in the San Gorgorio wilderness in the South-Eastern part of the San Bernardino National Forest of California. It is an area the LA Times calls, ‘A breath-taking bramble of rocky crags, sandy switchbacks, and dozens of trails, many of which meander to nowhere….’



After Jared disappeared, a 19-day
search for him found only his camera with that last haunting photo, and some
discarded candy wrappers. How could he vanish in the middle of the wilderness? There
was no road to leave by, no transport out of there; no route out, apart from a
very long hike.



"The hardest part is at night, knowing he's out there by himself in the wilderness," said Linda Negrete, his mother, who called out to her son over a public address system for days after he vanished, from a helicopter circling the search area. ‘Searchers find camera belonging to Jared,’ wrote Associated Press. ‘Camera found as they followed footprints they believed were made by the missing boy. The film in the 5 foot 2, 150 lb boy’s camera was developed, but proved to be of no use to searchers.’ All it had was an eerie close-up of his face. The photo looked as though it had been taken after night had fallen….



also in the book Tales of Mystery Unexplained]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1017Mon, 15 Jun 2020 11:58:45 +0000Steph YoungA haunting last photo is all that his parents are left with. The photo is a close-up shot of his face, set against a bleak, dark landscape. He is alone, we think. He is lost, we believe, and he is very afraid. How he vanished has never been solved. He...that his parents are left with. The photo is a close-up shot of his face, set
against a bleak, dark landscape. He is alone, we think. He is lost, we believe,
and he is very afraid. How he vanished has never been solved. He was a boy scout
aged 12, and he vanished into thin air. He was with his scout group on a hike. There
one minute, gone the next.



It was July the 19th 1991, and 12-year-old Jared Negrete was on his first overnight camping trip in the San Gorgorio wilderness in the South-Eastern part of the San Bernardino National Forest of California. It is an area the LA Times calls, ‘A breath-taking bramble of rocky crags, sandy switchbacks, and dozens of trails, many of which meander to nowhere….’



After Jared disappeared, a 19-day
search for him found only his camera with that last haunting photo, and some
discarded candy wrappers. How could he vanish in the middle of the wilderness? There
was no road to leave by, no transport out of there; no route out, apart from a
very long hike.



"The hardest part is at night, knowing he's out there by himself in the wilderness," said Linda Negrete, his mother, who called out to her son over a public address system for days after he vanished, from a helicopter circling the search area. ‘Searchers find camera belonging to Jared,’ wrote Associated Press. ‘Camera found as they followed footprints they believed were made by the missing boy. The film in the 5 foot 2, 150 lb boy’s camera was developed, but proved to be of no use to searchers.’ All it had was an eerie close-up of his face. The photo looked as though it had been taken after night had fallen….



also in the book Tales of Mystery Unexplained]]>1510cleanfullSteph YoungA haunting last photo is all that his parents are left with. The photo is a close-up shot of his face, set against a bleak, dark landscape. He is alone, we think. He is lost, we believe, and he is very afraid. How he vanished has never been solved. He was a boy scout aged 12, and he vanished into thin air. He was with his scout group on a hike. There one minute, gone the next. It was July the 19th 1991, and 12-year-old Jared Negrete was on his first overnight camping trip in the San Gorgorio wilderness in the South-Eastern part of the San Bernardino National Forest of California. It is an area the LA Times calls, ‘A breath-taking bramble of rocky crags, sandy switchbacks, and dozens of trails, many of which meander to nowhere….’ After Jared disappeared, a 19-day search for him found only his camera with that last haunting photo, and some discarded candy wrappers. How could he vanish in the middle of the wilderness? There was no road to leave by, no transport out of there; no route out, apart from a very long hike. "The hardest part is at night, knowing he's out there by himself in the wilderness," said Linda Negrete, his mother, who called out to her son over a public address system for days after he vanished, from a helicopter circling the search area. ‘Searchers find camera belonging to Jared,’ wrote Associated Press. ‘Camera found as they followed footprints they believed were made by the missing boy. The film in the 5 foot 2, 150 lb boy’s camera was developed, but proved to be of no use to searchers.’ All it had was an eerie close-up of his face. The photo looked as though it had been taken after night had fallen…. also in the book Tales of Mystery UnexplainedNohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/the-doomed-tale-of-florrie-the-faerie


“The facts were as follows. A Mr Stephen Mortimer Beckwith, 28, clerk in the Wiltshire & Dorset Bank at Salisbury was living in Wishford. He was married with one child.



At approximately 10 pm on the 30th November, 1887, he was going home after spending the evening at a friend’s house. It was a mild night, with rain and a wind was blowing. There was a quarter moon and it was not completely dark. Accompanied by his dog, he was riding a bicycle. He stated that he had no difficulty seeing the road nor the stones on it nor the sheep in the hillside. He recalled quite clearly seeing an owl flying.



A mile or so along and his terrier dog ran through the hedge and ran barking up the hill. The man imagined he was after a hare and called him, but the dog took no notice and ran to a gorse bush then stopped, paw uplifted and watching it intensely.



The man watched him for some minutes, dismounting from his bicycle. He could see nothing up there himself but the dog was in a state of excitement. It was whimpering and trembling, and his master decided to take a look at what was causing this behaviour in his dog. The dog would not take his eyes off whatever was up there.



Now standing just behind the dog, the man looked but could see nothing there. He had no stick and imagining it could be a drunk man in there in need of help or a rabbit caught in a trap, he urged his dog inward, but the dog wouldn’t move and eventually it began to howl.



It shook his owner, who because of the isolated location and a ‘mysterious shroud of darkness,’ wanted nothing more than to leave the spot, but he now couldn’t get his dog to leave. Finally, he braved it and put his two hands inside the bush to try to feel for what was in there. It was during this fumbling that he suddenly saw a bright pair of eyes staring back at him, and a pale face.



He found his voice and asked who they were, what was wrong, why they were in there, but no answer came back. He tried to reassure them that he meant no harm to them.



There was no movement at all of the features of the face. It was a very small face, “about as big as a large wax doll’s. It was longish and oval and very pale. I could see its neck and it was no thicker than my wrist. I would have said it was a girl had it not been for the size of her and her face. It was, in fact, neither fish, flesh, nor fowl. Strap my dog had known that from the beginning, and now I was of Strap’s opinion myself.”



In his mind he called her ‘a foreigner;’ for he had no other word for it. To him she was something he could not define. Her face was that of an older girl, a late teenager at least but her size was under three foot. She couldn’t seem to understand what he said to her and said nothing back to him. Her clothing was odd too. It seemed almost like it was made of cobwebs.



It was all of this that made him suspect her of being ‘something outside experience,’ but this was just the beginning. Suddenly he heard footsteps and a torch coming up the hill toward him and it was the local policeman. The man told the policeman immediately that there seemed to be some kind of foul play at hand, because he had found this tiny girl and didn’t know what else to say. The policeman followed the direction the man’s head went in, as the man indicated the girl he now had in his arms, having pulled her out of the gorse, but the policeman couldn’t appear to see anything in his arms. In fact, he made a joke and walked back down the hill.]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1015Sun, 07 Jun 2020 10:54:34 +0000Steph YoungEnglish essayist in the 1800’s, Maurice Henry Hewlett, wrote Lore of Posperine, which features an account of the strangest of doll-like ‘creatures’ and the sinister results of it’s appearance. “The facts were as follows. A Mr Stephen Mortimer...


“The facts were as follows. A Mr Stephen Mortimer Beckwith, 28, clerk in the Wiltshire & Dorset Bank at Salisbury was living in Wishford. He was married with one child.



At approximately 10 pm on the 30th November, 1887, he was going home after spending the evening at a friend’s house. It was a mild night, with rain and a wind was blowing. There was a quarter moon and it was not completely dark. Accompanied by his dog, he was riding a bicycle. He stated that he had no difficulty seeing the road nor the stones on it nor the sheep in the hillside. He recalled quite clearly seeing an owl flying.



A mile or so along and his terrier dog ran through the hedge and ran barking up the hill. The man imagined he was after a hare and called him, but the dog took no notice and ran to a gorse bush then stopped, paw uplifted and watching it intensely.



The man watched him for some minutes, dismounting from his bicycle. He could see nothing up there himself but the dog was in a state of excitement. It was whimpering and trembling, and his master decided to take a look at what was causing this behaviour in his dog. The dog would not take his eyes off whatever was up there.



Now standing just behind the dog, the man looked but could see nothing there. He had no stick and imagining it could be a drunk man in there in need of help or a rabbit caught in a trap, he urged his dog inward, but the dog wouldn’t move and eventually it began to howl.



It shook his owner, who because of the isolated location and a ‘mysterious shroud of darkness,’ wanted nothing more than to leave the spot, but he now couldn’t get his dog to leave. Finally, he braved it and put his two hands inside the bush to try to feel for what was in there. It was during this fumbling that he suddenly saw a bright pair of eyes staring back at him, and a pale face.



He found his voice and asked who they were, what was wrong, why they were in there, but no answer came back. He tried to reassure them that he meant no harm to them.



There was no movement at all of the features of the face. It was a very small face, “about as big as a large wax doll’s. It was longish and oval and very pale. I could see its neck and it was no thicker than my wrist. I would have said it was a girl had it not been for the size of her and her face. It was, in fact, neither fish, flesh, nor fowl. Strap my dog had known that from the beginning, and now I was of Strap’s opinion myself.”



In his mind he called her ‘a foreigner;’ for he had no other word for it. To him she was something he could not define. Her face was that of an older girl, a late teenager at least but her size was under three foot. She couldn’t seem to understand what he said to her and said nothing back to him. Her clothing was odd too. It seemed almost like it was made of cobwebs.



It was all of this that made him suspect her of being ‘something outside experience,’ but this was just the beginning. Suddenly he heard footsteps and a torch coming up the hill toward him and it was the local policeman. The man told the policeman immediately that there seemed to be some kind of foul play at hand, because he had found this tiny girl and didn’t know what else to say. The policeman followed the direction the man’s head went in, as the man indicated the girl he now had in his arms, having pulled her out of the gorse, but the policeman couldn’t appear to see anything in his arms. In fact, he made a joke and walked back down the hill.]]>789cleanfullSteph YoungEnglish essayist in the 1800’s, Maurice Henry Hewlett, wrote Lore of Posperine, which features an account of the strangest of doll-like ‘creatures’ and the sinister results of it’s appearance. “The facts were as follows. A Mr Stephen Mortimer Beckwith, 28, clerk in the Wiltshire & Dorset Bank at Salisbury was living in Wishford. He was married with one child. At approximately 10 pm on the 30th November, 1887, he was going home after spending the evening at a friend’s house. It was a mild night, with rain and a wind was blowing. There was a quarter moon and it was not completely dark. Accompanied by his dog, he was riding a bicycle. He stated that he had no difficulty seeing the road nor the stones on it nor the sheep in the hillside. He recalled quite clearly seeing an owl flying. A mile or so along and his terrier dog ran through the hedge and ran barking up the hill. The man imagined he was after a hare and called him, but the dog took no notice and ran to a gorse bush then stopped, paw uplifted and watching it intensely. The man watched him for some minutes, dismounting from his bicycle. He could see nothing up there himself but the dog was in a state of excitement. It was whimpering and trembling, and his master decided to take a look at what was causing this behaviour in his dog. The dog would not take his eyes off whatever was up there. Now standing just behind the dog, the man looked but could see nothing there. He had no stick and imagining it could be a drunk man in there in need of help or a rabbit caught in a trap, he urged his dog inward, but the dog wouldn’t move and eventually it began to howl. It shook his owner, who because of the isolated location and a ‘mysterious shroud of darkness,’ wanted nothing more than to leave the spot, but he now couldn’t get his dog to leave. Finally, he braved it and put his two hands inside the bush to try to feel for what was in there. It was during this fumbling that he suddenly saw a bright pair of eyes staring back at him, and a pale face. He found his voice and asked who they were, what was wrong, why they were in there, but no answer came back. He tried to reassure them that he meant no harm to them. There was no movement at all of the features of the face. It was a very small face, “about as big as a large wax doll’s. It was longish and oval and very pale. I could see its neck and it was no thicker than my wrist. I would have said it was a girl had it not been for the size of her and her face. It was, in fact, neither fish, flesh, nor fowl. Strap my dog had known that from the beginning, and now I was of Strap’s opinion myself.” In his mind he called her ‘a foreigner;’ for he had no other word for it. To him she was something he could not define. Her face was that of an older girl, a late teenager at least but her size was under three foot. She couldn’t seem to understand what he said to her and said nothing back to him. Her clothing was odd too. It seemed almost like it was made of cobwebs. It was all of this that made him suspect her of being ‘something outside experience,’ but this was just the beginning. Suddenly he heard footsteps and a torch coming up the hill toward him and it was the local policeman. The man told the policeman immediately that there seemed to be some kind of foul play at hand, because he had found this tiny girl and didn’t know what else to say. The policeman followed the direction the man’s head went in, as the man indicated the girl he now had in his arms, having pulled her out of the gorse, but the policeman couldn’t appear to see anything in his arms. In fact, he made a joke and walked back down the hill.Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/the-mystery-death-of-sherlock-holmes-gre


Lancelyn Green was probably the foremost collector of the personal papers and materials of the great detective writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes. Lancelyn Green also probably had the largest collection of memorabilia of Sherlock Holmes ever gathered too, and his death would ironically turn out to be most fitting for a plot in one of the Sherlock Holmes novels; though the solution to his death remains cryptically unsolved.



On the 24th of May 2004, Ricard Lancelyn Green was discovered dead in his home in Kensington London. A shoelace had been wound around his neck and then tightened with the handle of a wooden spoon. He had been garrotted. There was no sign of forced entry into his apartment. It almost appeared to be a locked-room mystery. Just prior to his death, Lancelyn Green had said “someone” was after him, yet his death looked more like a suicide. He was found lying on his bed, surrounded by stuffed toys and a bottle of Gin…



Said The London Times, ‘a mystery as tantalizing as any to unfold at 221B Baker Street.’



Was Richard Lancelyn Green killed by a rival, an assassin, or by his own hands?



Also featured in one of my books Tales of Mystery Unexplained]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1010Mon, 25 May 2020 10:37:06 +0000Steph YoungWas Richard Lancelyn Green killed by a rival, an assassin, or by his own hands? Lancelyn Green was probably the foremost collector of the personal papers and materials of the great detective writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock...


Lancelyn Green was probably the foremost collector of the personal papers and materials of the great detective writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes. Lancelyn Green also probably had the largest collection of memorabilia of Sherlock Holmes ever gathered too, and his death would ironically turn out to be most fitting for a plot in one of the Sherlock Holmes novels; though the solution to his death remains cryptically unsolved.



On the 24th of May 2004, Ricard Lancelyn Green was discovered dead in his home in Kensington London. A shoelace had been wound around his neck and then tightened with the handle of a wooden spoon. He had been garrotted. There was no sign of forced entry into his apartment. It almost appeared to be a locked-room mystery. Just prior to his death, Lancelyn Green had said “someone” was after him, yet his death looked more like a suicide. He was found lying on his bed, surrounded by stuffed toys and a bottle of Gin…



Said The London Times, ‘a mystery as tantalizing as any to unfold at 221B Baker Street.’



Was Richard Lancelyn Green killed by a rival, an assassin, or by his own hands?



Also featured in one of my books Tales of Mystery Unexplained]]>1457cleanfullSteph YoungWas Richard Lancelyn Green killed by a rival, an assassin, or by his own hands? Lancelyn Green was probably the foremost collector of the personal papers and materials of the great detective writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes. Lancelyn Green also probably had the largest collection of memorabilia of Sherlock Holmes ever gathered too, and his death would ironically turn out to be most fitting for a plot in one of the Sherlock Holmes novels; though the solution to his death remains cryptically unsolved. On the 24th of May 2004, Ricard Lancelyn Green was discovered dead in his home in Kensington London. A shoelace had been wound around his neck and then tightened with the handle of a wooden spoon. He had been garrotted. There was no sign of forced entry into his apartment. It almost appeared to be a locked-room mystery. Just prior to his death, Lancelyn Green had said “someone” was after him, yet his death looked more like a suicide. He was found lying on his bed, surrounded by stuffed toys and a bottle of Gin… Said The London Times, ‘a mystery as tantalizing as any to unfold at 221B Baker Street.’ Was Richard Lancelyn Green killed by a rival, an assassin, or by his own hands? Also featured in one of my books Tales of Mystery UnexplainedNohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/who-was-the-childcatcherhttp://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1007Mon, 18 May 2020 09:55:28 +0000Steph Young‘In did come the strangest figure! A wandering fellow with a gipsy coat of red & yellow. And he himself was tall & thin. Lips where smiles went out & in. There was no guessing his kith & kin! Quoth one: “It’s as if my great-grandsire, Starting up at...1411cleanfullSteph Young‘In did come the strangest figure! A wandering fellow with a gipsy coat of red & yellow. And he himself was tall & thin. Lips where smiles went out & in. There was no guessing his kith & kin! Quoth one: “It’s as if my great-grandsire, Starting up at the Trump of Doom’s tone, had walked this way from his painted tomb!” Who was this Walking Cadaver who stole away all the children?Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/was-there-really-a-monster-at-montauk


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Tales of the Unexplained]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=1002Mon, 11 May 2020 11:27:40 +0000Steph YoungWas there really an Underground Monster at Montauk? Listen to one woman's story of what happened to her undergound at Montauk… Tales of the Unexplained with music by http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/NiGiD/50238 Ft: AT Martijn de Boer (NiGiD)...


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Tales of the Unexplained]]>1171cleanfullSteph YoungWas there really an Underground Monster at Montauk? Listen to one woman's story of what happened to her undergound at Montauk… Tales of the Unexplained with music by http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/NiGiD/50238 Ft: AT Martijn de Boer (NiGiD) Tales of the UnexplainedNohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/stories-of-strange-intruders-the-wax-menhttp://dig.ccmixter.org/files/NiGiD/50238 Ft: AT Martijn de Boer (NiGiD)]]>http://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=997Mon, 04 May 2020 11:06:22 +0000Steph YoungStories of Strange Intruders, with music by http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/NiGiD/50238 Ft: AT Martijn de Boer (NiGiD)http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/NiGiD/50238 Ft: AT Martijn de Boer (NiGiD)]]>1193cleanfullSteph YoungStories of Strange Intruders, with music by http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/NiGiD/50238 Ft: AT Martijn de Boer (NiGiD)Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/the-strange-tale-of-pauline-picardhttp://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=987Mon, 27 Apr 2020 12:56:27 +0000Steph YoungSent by special cable from France on May the 27th 1922, The New York Times reported on a very curious case. ‘A baffling mystery is exciting the inhabitants of the small Brittany village of Goas Al Ludu in the Brest district. Early in April, a little...1437cleanfullSteph YoungSent by special cable from France on May the 27th 1922, The New York Times reported on a very curious case. ‘A baffling mystery is exciting the inhabitants of the small Brittany village of Goas Al Ludu in the Brest district. Early in April, a little girl, Pauline Picard, disappeared from her parent’s farm, all searches proving fruitless…. ‘ As the story progresses, soon we will have a missing girl, a girl returned who is a doppelganger, a headless girl, and a bodiless man; all of whom remain unidentified!Nohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/8821089/what-happened-to-henry-mccabe-the-stranghttp://www.masqueradepodcast.co.uk/?p=984Mon, 20 Apr 2020 18:13:37 +0000Steph YoungWhen Henry McCabe disappeared, he left what can only be described as the most bone-chilling voicemail. He is screaming, pleading, and growling in raw, animalistic agony. Along with these sounds is a noise in the background that sounds indefinably...2304cleanfullSteph YoungWhen Henry McCabe disappeared, he left what can only be described as the most bone-chilling voicemail. He is screaming, pleading, and growling in raw, animalistic agony. Along with these sounds is a noise in the background that sounds indefinably mechanical. As we listen to it, we do not know what is happening to him. Even more chilling is the moment another voice can be heard, telling Henry in a cold, emotionless, detached voice, “Stop it.” Fifty-five days later, Henry’s body was found in an isolated creek. His body had no wounds, no trauma, no injuries. How could this be possible after Henry’s harrowing, visceral voicemail? What was it that took Henry to the gaping, echoing abyss of unremitting terror? And who, or what took him on that terrible one-way journey? “This is what they did to my son. Henry paid for you to learn the lesson,” said his mother; but what does she mean? Why would he walk six miles to a spot only accessible through thick inhospitable vegetation, in pitch darkness, toward a creek that was so isolated few even knew it was there? For that is where he was found. The crime scene photos show this location. There is no footpath to lead him to where he was found. It is a bleak landscape of tall dense trees and thick brambles. Had Henry tried to cut-through this area, to get home? And yet it was no-where near where he had been dropped off, and no-where near home, and it led only to the cold depths of the water. It was not an easy route to get through, and it was not a route to anywhere other than desolation. The Strange Unexplained Death of Henry McCabeNo