I want it to be true but then again...do I really? Kinda like how I feel about the one about that giant shrimp in the basement of an apartment building in Washington. That's another that got in my head and would not leave.on the one hand it's totally absurd, on the other hand it's so absurd it feels true. I don't know.
Or alternatively that they had mushrooms with their breakfast. But I love these stories. I've had a sufficient number of minor inexplicable things happen to me that I am convinced there is more to the world than we can see. Dogs and cats who rely more on other senses seem more aware of these things than we are.Do I believe that cows did that? No.
Do I believe that something decided to put on a dancing cow act? I believe it enough to give myself the grues!
Yup, the 'Minor Strangeness' is full of little weirdnesses.Or alternatively that they had mushrooms with their breakfast. But I love these stories. I've had a sufficient number of minor inexplicable things happen to me that I am convinced there is more to the world than we can see. Dogs and cats who rely more on other senses seem more aware of these things than we are.
SOURCE: http://strangeco.blogspot.com/2013/04/newspaper-clipping-of-day_24.htmlThey never did figure out how that hose managed to bury itself, or why they were completely unable to pull it back up. Di Peso finally just cut it off at ground level, declaring, “If it wants to sink down and disappear completely, my prayers go with it.” However, the burial site continued to get such a stream of gawkers that two months later, he dug a hole twenty-five feet deep and excavated the renegade implement. “I think I’ll keep it for a pet,” he said.
SOURCE: https://uselessinformation.org/attack-of-the-50-foot-garden-hose/On Sunday, September 25th of 1955, about three months after George De Peso had slaughtered that plastic hose, he was in the news again. For some reason, he decided to go outside on that day and start digging. The press reported that he dug down 25-feet (over 7-1/2 meters), which seems far exaggerated to me, to recover that darn hose. As one article reported “there were no little green men, subterranean caverns, or oversize gophers. Just a six-foot length filled with sand which must have exerted sufficient pull on the remainder to cause the disappearance.”
Must have been some special kind of powerful centrifugal force, very limited in width grabbing the hose.The one factoid I would love to know is whether the Di Peso hose end (in the ground) continued burrowing downward after Mr. Di Peso cut the hose. (I strongly suspect it didn't ... )
One of the accounts I found mentioned that the soil at the Di Peso home in Downey was "sandy loam." When Mr. Di Peso excavated the buried end of the hose in September it was stated to be filled with sand for its last 6 feet. This implies the hose sucked in sand as it burrowed downward.
Just giving this old post a bump.
We don't know what happened to Graylien.Just giving this old post a bump.
Why am I only discovering this thread now. Mad crazy blizzare encounters !
The stories and artwork at above link are all stories I've not heard before. The artworks are great, I'd like to know if they are digital - made, and if not what mediums he used.
A lot of stories at Graylien ' s site were mentioned too. But the site is no more sadly.
The curse of the were rabbitI like to 'cast my mind' back to the Flying Hare of Brighstone.
A small village on the south coast of the Isle of Wight, in the 1930's (by some accounts) a man came tumbling in to the pub (the New Inn, now called The Three Bishops), claiming to have been striding purposefully to this very hostelry along a lane. It was twilight. There was a loud rustle in the hedgerow beside him and a hare "bigger'n a bloody dog" leaped from the hedge bank*, knocked his hat off, and seemed to glide with ease some ten feet in front of him, landing on the lane. It then did a massive jump and into the facing hedge bank, disappearing from view. Said chappie decided to pick up his hat and leg it to the pub.
Well, you can imagine the reception of his tale. "You sure you aint been drinkin' afore you'd come her?" and other obvious bon mot.
Funny. The tale had little traction outside Brighstone, let alone the Isle of Wight. My ex- was born and bred on the island, mainly in Brighstone, and she was the one to tell me the tale. Locals knew of it (dimly now, I'm sure). Me? I never managed to track down any written account.
* A hedge bank is what it sounds like. Imagine looking from the track/lane. You have a grassy, sloped bank around 2-3 ft. high, perhaps with a drainage ditch, and this in turn has a high wall-like hedge of about 5-6 ft.
I'd want to know how familiar these two were with sheep generally. A sheep that hasn't been shorn for a while will lose its wool naturally but in lumpy bits, not evenly, so it could well be thought of as being covered in rags (they turn into a kind of tatty dreadlocks and it doesn't really look like wool). So I would wonder if they'd found a feral sheep. Rams can be very aggressive and will attack people, cars etc. If they had overestimated their 'impressive speed', then I can see this happening out in the wilds somewhere.Demon Sheep.
Stories of ghostly sheep must be few and far between but a letter sent into the journal Animals & Men describes such a weird and disturbing encounter. It took place in 1997 in the Grayfield-Greencastle district four miles from Kilkeen in County Down. Louise Donnan and her niece Clare. As they drove along a certain section of road the saw what appeared to be a big sheep up ahead. As they drew closer they saw its coat was not wool but composed of what looked like rags. Both women felt a wave of revulsion as it turned its head to look at them. It ran over to the car and they saw that its round head was level with Clair’s window. The only feature they could see through the tatty coat was one of its eyes.
“We were both almost frozen with fear as the eye looking straight at us was reddish in colour, and gave a terrible, wild, penetrating stare. When I looked at its eye I could almost see its mind working powerfully behind it, a mind not of an ordinary animal but of one with another sense and evil I have never encountered before (or since). I felt sick with fear but thankfully Clair was able to compose herself enough to accelerate the car and we took off at an impressive speed. Our relief was short lived as suddenly we felt a ‘thud’ at the side of the car. To or horror this mad ‘animal’ we thought we had gotten away from was running alongside the car and deliberately banging into us.”
After chasing the car the thing abruptly stopped and the two women felt as if it had got to ‘the edge of its territory’. Neither drove anywhere near the area again.
You are correct:This may well be elsewhere on the site ...
I’m going to guess that this was a deer, probably a roe, escaping from some sort of danger. At full revs it encounters a hedge and jumps it, without realising that there is a sunken lane beyond....the Flying Hare of Brighstone.
...a hare "bigger'n a bloody dog" leaped from the hedge bank*, knocked his hat off, and seemed to glide with ease some ten feet in front of him, landing on the lane. It then did a massive jump and into the facing hedge bank, disappearing from view.