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Hey everyone, I wanted to share a real mystery that I think not so many people talk about, and it’s honestly one of the strangest things I ever read. It’s about the Tromp family from Australia. This happened in August 2016. It’s all real and was even on news and 60 Minutes Australia, but even today nobody knows what really happened. So this family of five — the dad Mark, the mom Jacoba, and their 3 adult children Riana, Ella, and Mitchell — suddenly left their home in Silvan, Victoria without any warning. They just got into a car and started driving. The strange part is they left behind all their phones, passports, credit cards, and basically anything that could track them. They were not poor or into crime or anything. They had a successful berry farm business and lived pretty normal. Timeline (based on news reports and police) Day 1: They all leave home in one car. No electronics, no ID. They drive north and leave everything behind. Day 2: The son Mitchell gets suspicious and decides to leave the family and return home. He was the only one acting normal through the whole thing. Day 3: The two daughters Riana and Ella leave their parents and steal a car to go back to Melbourne. Ella later reports her parents as missing. Day 4: Riana disappears again, and is found hiding in the back of a stranger’s truck. She is in a catatonic state. Almost like she doesn’t know what’s going on. Day 5: The mother Jacoba is found wandering in another town, acting confused and paranoid. She is taken to a mental hospital. A few days later, the father Mark is also found wandering on a rural property, dirty, disoriented, and alone. He said he didn’t remember much. What makes this so mysterious? No drugs, alcohol or mental illness found. The police said there was no drug use and no history of mental health problems. All electronics and tracking devices were left behind. It was like they were trying to disappear. Only Mitchell (the son) seemed unaffected and acted normal. He said he didn’t know why his family acted this way. The daughters helped report their parents as missing but one of them later started acting strange too. The police said it might be a case of “shared psychosis” (folie à deux, or in this case maybe folie à famille — when a group of people share the same delusion). But how does something like that even start? Some theories people have: Shared psychosis – A possible mental break triggered by stress or paranoia that spread among the family. But if this was true, why was Mitchell unaffected? And how can 4 adults suddenly become delusional at the same time? Fear of being tracked/surveillance – It seems like they thought someone was following them or trying to harm them. But there’s no proof of this. Financial or personal stress – Maybe something happened behind the scenes (like family tension or business problems), but police never found anything like that. Environmental toxins? – Some people suggest something like carbon monoxide or chemical exposure on the farm, but again, no evidence was found and the farm was checked. Cult or influence? – There’s no evidence of a cult or religious group, but the behavior was almost like they were running from something nobody else could see. In the end, nobody was charged. The family just went back to normal life and never really explained what happened. The parents were checked into hospitals for a short time and then released. This case still bugs me because it doesn’t fit into any clear box. No crimes, no drugs, no mental history. Just five people who completely lost touch with reality — and then went back to normal.

She then vanished without a trace. Though a 2013 missing person’s investigation allegedly proved she was alive, many former cult members believe she is being held captive in a remote compound.

Almost 100 years later, DNA evidence proved that child who they found wasn’t actually Bobby. No one knows what happened to the real Bobby Dunbar.

Blood streamed from their eyes and noses, they clutched at their throats and bashed their heads against rock. Why this happened is still unknown.

Her mother, Kelly Smith, her boyfriend, and a friend were convicted in May 2025 for selling her to a traditional healer for her eyes and skin. Despite searches, Joshlin’s body remains missing.

In August 2013, 19-year-old Bryce Laspisa was driving home from college in California. At some point during the trip, he pulled over near a remote mountain road — and stayed there. For 13 hours. He texted his parents normally. Told them he was just tired. Even said “I love you” more than once, which they later found strange. A roadside assistance worker spoke to him face-to-face and said Bryce appeared calm and lucid. Police checked on him and let him go. Shortly after, Bryce’s car was found wrecked at the bottom of a ravine. But Bryce himself was gone. No blood. No body. No confirmed sightings. Dogs lost his scent nearby. His phone was never recovered. Despite massive searches, he has never been found. Investigators can’t agree whether this was an intentional disappearance, a mental health crisis, or something else entirely. More than a decade later, no one knows what Bryce did after he walked away from that crash — or why he stayed parked for so long in the first place.

Instead, they found the decomposing body of a woman and this photo of her and an unknown man. The woman has never been identified.

It is believed that police or hospital staff sold her organs to traffickers.

This case is well-known but here is a recap: On 1st April 2014, Dutch tourists Kris Kremers (22) and Lisanne Froon (23) went on a hike at a trail called El Pianista in Panama. When they hadn’t returned by nightfall, their host family reported them missing and an investigation was launched by Dutch and Panama authorities. Months later, their belongings and some of their remains were found. Investigation of the phones showed that the women (or at least one of them) had probably been alive for at least 10 days and repeatedly attempted to make emergency calls that didn’t go through. The first emergency call was made just hours after they set off on the hike, while it was still daylight. Kris’ PIN was not entered correctly after 5th April despite her phone repeatedly being turned on, meaning that she was most likely no longer alive. Their digital camera showed a number of pictures of them on 1st April hiking and being happy before the pictures suddenly stopped.

On 8th April, the camera was used again at nighttime, capturing the back of Kris‘ head, some candywrappers on a rock, and the surroundings (they appear to be near a cliff but it’s hard to make out). There has been lots of speculation whether the women had an accident, met with foulplay, or simply got lost.

Evidence for foul play: A picture from the camera had been deleted, some of the women‘s bones appeared to have been bleached, the Panama authorities were very reluctant in releasing evidence, reports of other [...] in the area Evidence for accident/ getting lost: The two women clearly underestimated the jungle and were evidently unprepared for the long hike, other tourists who hiked the same trail have reported almost getting lost despite following the trail, no suspect has ever been identified, Panama authorities and the girls‘ families (who would have more information than we do) have stated that the most likely scenario is that they suffered a fall and were unable to make their way back. Kris‘ parents were at first reluctant to accept this explanation but later came to the same conclusion.

My opinion: I also believe that there is a lack of evidence for foul play. Europeans like myself tend to underestimate nature, especially in unfamiliar regions like the jungle in Central/ South America. Going by Occam‘s razor, I think the most likely scenario is that they (intentionally or not) left the trail or went too far and either got lost or injured (some of their body parts were fractured, indicating a fall). Kris passed on 5 April and Lisanne stayed with her as long as she could before trying to make her way back before succumbing to the elements and her injuries on 10 April. Animals dragged them away, the sun bleached the bones, and the picture got lost through sloppy police work.

However, there are a lot of people on the internet disagreeing with me.

On March 27, 1991, at approximately 11:00 a.m., 3-year-old Megan Garner was playing at a playground only a few feet away from her family’s residence at Casa Grande Apartments in the 4600 block of Paluxy Drive in Tyler, Texas. She was with her siblings and cousins, who were visiting during spring break. In total, five children went to the playground: Megan, her eight-year-old sister Fallon, Chance, her six-year-old brother, and Megan’s two cousins Nicky, 8, and Van, 4. Around 11:15 a.m., Megan returned to the apartment to get a snack and said she was taking some back to the playground. About 10 minutes later, the other children returned without her, thinking she had stayed with her mother. When Megan’s mother realized she was missing, she searched the apartment complex and surrounding neighborhood before calling the Tyler Police Department. Despite extensive searches of the playground, the apartment grounds, nearby streets, no witnesses reported seeing Megan or any suspicious activity.

On March 18, 2009, 35-year-old chef Claudia Lawrence spoke with her mom, Joan, about Mother’s Day plans. The call was ordinary. Joan later said her daughter seemed “normal and relaxed.” Claudia said she was going to bed early because her work shift started at 6:00 a.m. the next morning. That night she sent her last text at 8:23 p.m. and received one at 9:12 p.m. After that, there was silence. She never showed up for work the next day. Her phone, rucksack and hair straighteners were gone. Her purse, passport and bank cards were left behind. Since then, no one has seen her.

I don’t know if I’m losing my mind, but I swear something weird is happening in my apartment. A few weeks ago, I started noticing tiny things—my phone charger moved slightly, a book I was reading was on the wrong page, my keys weren’t where I left them. At first, I blamed it on stress or just being forgetful. But then it got weirder. One morning, my couch was a few inches off from where it should be. Another time, a glass I left in the sink was back in the cupboard, clean. The freakiest part? My door is still locked every morning, and no one else has a key. Last night, I took pictures of my living room before going to bed. This morning… the rug was different. Like, not just moved—it was a completely different rug. I don’t know what to do. I live alone. I have no history of sleepwalking. I don’t use any substances. Either I’m losing my grip on reality… or something else is going on.

In 1984, three siblings—Elvira (2), Ramón (4), and Ricard (5)—were abandoned at Barcelona’s Estació de França train station by a Frenchman named Denis, a friend of their father. He told them to wait while he bought sweets, but he never returned. Dressed in designer clothes, the children spoke of Paris but could not name their parents or address. They were placed in care, later adopted by a loving Barcelona family, and grew up with only fragments of memory: luxury cars, road trips to snowy Switzerland and Belgium, a grandmother who made them drink milk, their father coming home beaten, boxes of jewels, and even a pistol they once fired by accident. Official abandonment papers described Elvira as a healthy two-year-old, with the odd habit of sleeping crosswise in bed. The documents said the children and their father had lived with Denis’s family before being left. They hadn’t seen their mother “for a while”. In 2021 identities revealed With the help of DNA and volunteer genealogists, the siblings finally learned their parents names father Ramón Martos Sánchez and mother Rosario Cuetos Cruz—Spaniards. The siblings were born in Paris not Spain each with different home addresses. They commemorated it with matching Eiffel Tower tattoos. They also learned the name of their grandmother whom they remembered made them drink milk, her name is Inés, Rosario Cuetos Cruz’s mother, who lived in Madrid. She was a point of stability in the children’s otherwise chaotic early years. Before their abandonment, the siblings were occasionally sent from France to Madrid to stay with her. She seems to have been kept in the loop during the family’s nomadic years, receiving postcards, letters, photographs, and phone calls from Rosario and Ramón Sr. In May 1983 a year before the siblings were abandoned at the train station Rosario calls her sister Felisa from a French payphone. She says Ramón Sr is very ill, matching other relatives’ reports that he had been in a tuberculosis clinic near Paris. After this call, all direct communication with both sides of the family abruptly stops Mid–1983 – The mysterious phone calls from France begin Occasionally, a French woman would call the Elvira’s grandmother Inés home shouting “Rosario” and “Ramón” down the line, but no one in the family spoke French, so the calls went nowhere. Eventually, they stopped. Mid– to Late 1983 – Growing concern in family. Inés and the family considered reporting them missing but didn’t trust the police, partly because they suspected Ramón and Rosario might be fugitives. Some relatives suspected the father had passed away: others feared the family was on the run. Early 1984 – Unclear movements No confirmed sightings of the family in Paris or elsewhere. At some point, the father and children are living with Denis, a French friend, and his wife. The children haven’t seen Rosario “for a while". Spring/Summer 1984 – The abandonment At Barcelona’s Estació de França, Denis takes the children aside, saying he’s going to buy them sweets. He never returns. The children, dressed in designer clothes, speak of Paris but can’t say their parents names or home address. They are placed in care and eventually adopted. Four decades later, Ramón and Rosario remain missing—swallowed by a mystery that began in the shadows of Europe’s train stations and has never let go.

Their mother and aunt returned to find a pot of boiling water on the stove, an open can of tomatoes and a package of macaroni on the counter, but no sign of the kids anywhere.

If she went overboard, it is not clear why or even how. Her fellow crewmen believe Disney knows the truth, and covered up crucial evidence. Image 1 — A native of Chester, UK, 24 year old Coriam worked as a youth crew member aboard the MV Disney Wonder, communicating regularly with her family via Facebook and Skype. She last messaged them via Facebook the night of March 21, telling them she would call the next day. She vanished less than 12 hours later. Image 2 — CCTV footage dated at 5:45 AM, March 22, shows Coriam pacing through a crew area while on a phone call, appearing distressed with her head in her hands. Shortly after, a fellow crewman asks Coriam if she is alright, to which she can be clearly seen responding “Yeah, fine.” She then simply put her hands in her pockets and walked out of frame. It was the last time she was seen alive. Image 3 — The bow crew pool aboard Disney Wonder, where Coriam is alleged to have went overboard. Theories as to what happened to Coriam vary. Some said she went in the water over the fourth deck railing while on a jog. As this area is heavily surveilled, this seemed unlikely. Most said she managed to climb the 6 ft high wall around the crew pool, with a pair of sandals discovered there alleged to belong to her. Subsequent investigations found the wall to be nearly impossible to climb, as well as the pool area to be covered in CCTV cameras. The official stance of Disney is that Coriam was washed overboard by a rogue wave somewhere near the crew pool area, a claim which is heavily disputed due to the calm weather and lack of damage to the ship. Fellow crew members allege that Disney is in possession of video evidence showing exactly what happened to Coriam, but have withheld it due to fear of negative publicity.

Her phone, money, and backpack were found at home, but she never returned. A note claimed she ran away to California, yet no trace ever surfaced. Decades later, her stepfather was charged then acquitted. Alissa’s case remains unsolved.

Nine years ago today, Elaine Park disappeared. She was last seen on CCTV footage exiting her ex-boyfriend’s house in Calabasas, Los Angeles on 1/28/2017. She exits the residence and reaches her car at 6:05am, when the footage abruptly cuts off before she can be seen entering it. There is conjecture about timing, but her car is next seen exiting the gated community’s gate on a license plate camera at (theoretically) 6:07am (the time code on the video actually shows 7:16am, though is said to be one hour and 9 minutes fast). Elaine is not visible in this footage - the only thing visible is her plate, showing her car exiting, but not who was driving. Elaine herself is never seen again, but her car is - it’s found parked on the shoulder of Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu five days later, on 02/02. Photographic and drone footage discovered later shows her car being on PCH from at least 1:15pm on the day of her disappearance, suggesting she likely drove directly to the spot her car was found. Inside Elaine’s car is her bank card, drivers license, laptop, two cellphones (her current phone and an old, broken and unrecoverable phone), a small amount of cash, a small amount of marijuana, two bags and an array of clothing, shoes and makeup. Her car - including her belongings - is taken to Glendale Police Department for processing, before being released to her family roughly two weeks later. An historic ping is run on her cellphone, and is shown to have been in the Solstice Canyon area at approximately 3:42pm that afternoon (which also happens to be the last time there is communication with her phone, when her mother attempts to call her). Roughly twenty minutes after her car is seen leaving her ex-boyfriend’s gated community, Elaine adds her ex-boyfriend to Find My Friends on her iPhone and begins listing to music on Pandora. Her ex-boyfriend and mother try to call her multiple times throughout the day, however their calls go unanswered. Her mother tries to message a few times and those too go unanswered. Her ex-boyfriend never tries to message her again. Elaine has never been seen or heard from again, her remains have never been found, and none of the clothing she was wearing the day she disappeared has ever been found. There has always been speculation around the involvement of either the boyfriend or the mother, however there has never been a person of interest publicly noted in the case. There has been little to no movement on the status of Elaine’s case in the past nine years. Those who love Elaine believe she is likely deceased, however are still hopeful for closure and justice.

In August 2019, Spc.Gregory (Wedel-)Morales, just days away from leaving the Army, vanished after being seen driving his car near Killeen, Texas. Instead of opening a missing-person case, Fort Hood officials labeled him AWOL, and later a deserter — effectively halting any real search. For almost a year, his family begged for answers, insisting Gregory would never have simply disappeared. Their pleas went largely ignored… until June 2020, when investigators — spurred by the media attention around Vanessa Guillén’s disappearance — discovered his remains in a shallow grave just miles from base. His car was found nearby, abandoned. Only then did the Army rescind his deserter status, restore his honors, and admit it was a homicide. Yet to this day, no one has been charged, and the case remains unsolved. EDIT: Spc. Gregory Morales (Specialist, E-4) - The confusion comes from early missing-person flyers and some media outlets using “Pvt.” (Private), but officially he was a Specialist at the time of his disappearance. **He was born Gregory Wedel, but after being adopted by his stepfather he took the name Morales, so you’ll often see him written as Gregory (Wedel-)Morales to connect both identities.

Let's think logically for a second. John White left to get more supplies, and then he didn't come back for three years, and they're all missing. I would have left too if the guy who was supposed to get supplies took three years; in fact, I'd be mad. Also, they put exactly where they went on a tree.

In a bizarre twist, David was [...] in an apparent hit-and-run accident the following day--1,600 miles away.

According to them, she suddenly sped up towards the end of the trail and walked far ahead of them, disappearing over a hill. She has never been seen or heard from again.

Before my then-husband and I knew I was pregnant and got our own place, we lived with his dad, as well as his dad’s mom. I was helping take care of her during the days, because my work schedule was the opposite of my ex husband and FIL, and she needed round-the-clock care. She was 86, and struggled with pretty intense paranoid schizophrenia, as well as severe trauma from being forced to leave her tribe as a child and attend Christian school. Her doctor said it was likely that she was dealing with Dementia as well. She would often say strange things, things that didn’t make sense, was often confused about what year it was, would frequently confuse my ex-husband for his dad, confused my FIL for his brother, etc. Because of this, most of the time I was the only one who really listened to her; her son brushed her off as “crazy,” and my ex husband got too sad when he would spend too long with her, since she had progressively gotten less sound of mind over the years. But she had some amazing stories to tell, and she was really funny and sweet to me (which shocked everyone because normally she was mean to pretty much everybody), so I enjoyed spending time with her. One day I went to bring her her lunch (she was able to get her own breakfast, a bowl of bran flakes, every single day without fail), and she kept staring at me strangely. I asked her what she was looking at me like that for, and she said, “You’re with child, aren’t you?” I laughed, told her no, and gave her her lunch. We ate together, and I kind of just brushed it off. A few weeks later, though, I realized I hadn’t had my period, which wasn’t odd to me because it’s always been super irregular… but I took a test anyway, thinking about what she had said to me. It was undeniably positive, before the timer was even up. I waited another couple weeks to schedule an OB appointment, which was set for about a week and a half later. At my first OB appointment, the doctor told me I was ten weeks along in my pregnancy. At the time she asked me if I was pregnant, I would have been maybe 3-4 weeks along. I have no idea how she could’ve known. I wasn’t showing, and whatever symptoms I may have been having weren’t even obvious enough for me to notice anything different. But somehow she called it, and she was the first person I told after I took my test, before I even told my ex husband. She just smiled at me like she already knew. I guess she did.

Boyfriend and I were out riding motorcycles when we came across it. I made him stop on the way back but I was too chicken to open the doors even though they appeared unlocked. Inside, there was a 2024 planner, shoes, muscle milk, Dunkin Donuts breakfast pack, Reebok lanyard, phone chargers, blankets, pillows, caterpillar branded underwear(?), and various other personal items/electronics. Maryland temporary tags that expired 08/24, and stickers in the front from Virginia. The weirdest thing is the driver window being cracked, like they planned to come back that day, but never did.

In June 2009, a man calling himself Peter Bergmann checked into a hotel in Sligo, Ireland. He paid in cash, gave a false address, and carried no identification. Over several days, CCTV cameras recorded him walking around town, repeatedly visiting different trash bins and carefully disposing of items from a bag — but never being seen throwing anything away directly. A few days later, his body was found on a nearby beach. There was no ID, no labels on his clothes, and no personal items that could identify him. Despite clear CCTV footage, international appeals, and forensic analysis, no one has ever confirmed who Peter Bergmann really was, where he came from, or why he went to such lengths to erase his identity before dying. The case remains officially unsolved.

In early April 2001, 20-year-old Branson Perry was living with his father, Bob Perry, in their home at 304 West Oak Street in Skidmore, Missouri. His parents had recently divorced, and Branson had been staying with his father to help with chores, upkeep, and general support. His mother had been ill and hospitalized, and Branson was planning to visit her once things settled at the house. Branson had a reputation for being friendly, helpful, and spontaneous. He was also dealing with some personal struggles, including minor health issues and hanging around some people involved in local drug activity, but nothing that indicated he planned to leave or harm himself. He had plans for the upcoming days and was in contact with friends. Nothing about his behavior suggested he was preparing to disappear. April 10, 2001 — The Day Before Two friends came over to the Perry house to help clean and organize the place so Branson's mother could eventually move in after her release from the hospital. The group cleaned, moved items, and discussed finishing up the next morning. Jumper cables from Bob Perry's car somehow went missing that day, likely moved during cleaning. Everything seemed normal. Branson reportedly seemed tired but in a decent mood. April 11, 2001 — The Day Branson Vanished Morning – Two Mechanics Arrive Two men came to the Perry home to work on Bob Perry’s car. Branson was around the house, helping here and there, talking casually. One of the men later reported that Branson was acting “restless” or moving around quickly, but nothing alarming. Midday – A Friend Arrives A female friend (often described as an acquaintance) stopped by around midday. She and Branson talked inside the house. She later said that Branson seemed jittery or “off,” but still conversational and not in distress. Early Afternoon – The Jumper Cables Someone working on the car needed jumper cables, and Branson said he knew exactly where they were. He told his friend inside: “I’m going to take the cables back out to the shed.” This is the last definite sentence he is known to have spoken. He walked out the back door toward the small shed behind the house. No one saw him leave the property. No one saw him return. No one heard anything unusual. 2–3 Minutes Later – He’s Already Gone When his friend realized he was taking a long time, she stepped outside and called his name. There was no answer. The yard was quiet. No cars leaving. No footsteps. No voices. From her perspective, he had simply vanished. Later That Afternoon The two men working on the car finished their job outside. They said they never saw Branson come back. They assumed he had gone inside or left with someone. None of them reported seeing or hearing anything suspicious. Evening and the Next Day – No Branson Branson was expected to: Return to the house See his hospitalized mother Continue cleaning with friends Call or visit several people He did none of those things. At first, people assumed he had gone somewhere nearby as it wasn’t unusual for him to wander briefly. However, by the next morning, his father couldn’t find him. Phone calls went unanswered. No one had seen him. Following Days – The Most Chilling Details emerge According to multiple sources, Branson’s friend (named “Jena” or sometimes “Gena”) who went with him to clean the house on April 11, 2001, reported that at one point while they were cleaning, she saw Branson go into the kitchen cabinets, take something out, and then leave through the back door. Later, after she took a shower, she came out and saw one of the mechanics who was supposed to be working on the car, was instead inside the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets. When she asked him what he was looking for, he allegedly told her “nothing” and then walked back outside. 2. During the initial Investigation the jumper cables that Branson said he was going to put in the shed were nowhere to be found. About two weeks later, the missing jumper cables suddenly appeared in the shed, neatly placed just inside the doorway. To this day, no one knows: If Branson ever even reached the shed. Who returned the cables. Whether this was a clue or intentional misdirection. These events were occurring in a town already known for violent and mysterious cases (Skidmore has an unusual amount of crime for its size). Branson had been around people involved in drugs and risky behavior, and some individuals in his orbit had dangerous reputations, but none of that can fill in the silent minutes between him walking toward the shed and disappearing forever. There was no known argument, no indication he intended to leave, no witness to an abduction, no sign of a struggle. He simply walked out of his own house and never walked back in.

I was 10 when he disappeared. I remember being so lost and confused, and his case has always stuck with me. We all have our theories on what happened to him, but the truth has just never come out! If you don't know, this is Kyron Horman. He went missing in Portland, Oregon, after his stepmom dropped him off at school in 2010 and has never been seen since. I wish his dad could get his answers; it's so heartbreaking! I personally think his stepmom had something to do with his disappearance. It's the only thing that makes sense.

To reconstruct the entire story, we must go back to 2003: Matthias and Irina worked for the multinational tobacco company Philip Morris. He worked in Bologna, she in Lausanne (Switzerland). They met at a mountain gathering organized by the company and, after a brief relationship, fell in love. A year later, Irina became pregnant, and the couple married near Lausanne. On October 7, 2004, twins Alessia and Livia were born. Over time, Irina began to notice strange, obsessive, and disturbing behavior in her husband. When Matthias began to display psychological violence toward Irina, she convinced him to seek couples therapy, which, however, proved unsuccessful. Livia filed for divorce, provoking resistance from some of the husband. When Irina emailed Matthias in early January 2011, informing him that the divorce papers were ready, he plotted the most atrocious revenge. The girls were to spend the last weekend of the month with their father, who got into his Audi 6 and headed to France, where he turned off his cell phone. Realizing his strange behavior, Irina alerted the police, who rushed to Schepp's home, where they found an alarming note. Having withdrawn some money in Marseille, the man took a ferry with his daughters to Propriano (Corsica). Before boarding, he wrote a postcard to his wife (who would arrive on February 3rd) that read, "It's too late now." Shortly thereafter, he wrote another letter to his wife that read, "I will be the last to pass, and I have already [...] the girls; you will never see them again; they have not suffered and are now resting in a peaceful place." The most likely theory is that he threw the girls from the ferry into the sea. The little girls, however, were never found, and the possibility that she handed them over to someone has not been ruled out. On February 3, 2011, Matthias Schepp committed suicide by throwing himself under a train in Cerignola Campagna. Irina Lucidi never gave up hope for the return of her twins, Alessia and Livia. The last photo shows a reconstruction of the girls if they were 20 years old, in 2025.

VivaNOLA: So, according to the 1940 census this dude was an actor, writer, labor organizer, and socialist. At the time of this letter’s mailing he was the supervisor of a theater in San Francisco. He was a college grad, and was married to a singer named Wiltrud “Beb” Bratt. Beb was fired from her job years later for not renouncing socialism during the Red Scare. They had six kids, so I’d imagine plenty of living descendants. They all lived in that house that they rented for $20 a month. He passed in San Mateo in 1984. There’s a picture of him in this article. Anyway, he was also a furniture and cabinet maker involved in theatrical sets, so the powder could be some kind of dye, varnish, paint mix, or even costume makeup. Could be anything, but given the time period and his background and professions, I’d put my money on a pigment like lampblack.

(UPDATE!) I am okay! After posting on reddit, I did some more searching to find out if it was a virus or something, but again nothing came up with the keywords. I began getting worried. So I texted my friend groupchat to ask if they got the safety alert too. (They all live in the same city) And they did! After a couple of minutes another alert popped up. I would post it here, but I'm not sure how, as I don't post on Reddit often. This is what it said. "PUBLIC SAFETY MESSAGE, Please disregard the previous message. Accident". So there is your answer. Thank you to anyone worried or sending me messages!

I also posted this in r/RBI because I’m truly baffled. Context is: I’m not a conspiracy theorist (actually very cynical!) but this experience makes me feel like one! My partner and I were on FaceTime ordering from a snack and drink / household goods delivery service. We were discussing the two options they had available for oat milk. I have the app open while we’re FaceTiming and we have the following conversation: “Ok, they have Oatly for $7.50 or Chobani for $5.50. Which one should I get? I guess $7.50 is not so bad if we split it, but still, it make me mad that it’s that expensive!” “Yeah…Chobani is good, though.” “Is it creamy enough to cook with?” “Yeah!” “Ok.” I add it to my cart, check out, close the app. This particular app will text you a little customized confirmation message about the items you ordered. Sometimes it’s “funny” (it’s not but they try to be) and other times it’s pretty normal. I always thought they were using AI or pre-written texts where they swap out the item name. Either way I presumed this was automated and that the custom text was based solely on what is in your cart / what you purchase. But then I got this text. “We got your order, but next time, let’s not judge the oat milk.” ?!?!! How do they know I was critiquing their oat milk prices? And for reference, I’m 99.99% sure I did not add one milk to the cart, remove it, and then add the other- my cart was empty when I started and I only added the one brand of milk in. So there would not be keystroke / cart activity to support this message. I didn’t even search both brands, I just searched oat milk. I’m baffled. Is this app recording audio while I’m buying stuff? If so— WHY? And why is the AI message writer being mean to me?! What?! FYI I have experience in tech writing / marketing so I’m not unfamiliar with the wildly borderline stalkery stuff made possible through technology and e-commerce. But this was actually terrifying and kind of puts me off using the service, so, possibly not their intended result?

For a decade, a beekeeper near Athens, has kept a tradition: every spring, he slips icons of Christ, the Holy Virgin and different saints in his beehives, in order to bless his bees and his yearly honey production. And every year, the very same mysterious phenomenon occurs: bees make their honeycomb cells around the pious images, meticulously avoiding covering them.

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I want to share a story from my life. When my son was about 2 years old, he told us something that surprised us. He said he chose us as his parents. He said, "First, I chose my dad because he had a beard, was kind, and funny. Then I chose my mom." At first, I thought it was just a child's fantasy, so I didn't pay much attention. But when he was 3 years old, he told us something that left us shocked. We were lying down one evening before bedtime, and out of nowhere, our 3-year-old said, "It's so nice that I chose you and dad. It's wonderful when your parents love you, hug you, and kiss you. Everything was wrong before." I asked, "What was it like before?" He replied, "I used to live with a woman who wasn't my real mom. She didn't love me at all. She would kick me out onto the street to beg for food. I was very young, walking around in shorts, asking for bread, and sometimes picking up food from the ground. It was dirty, and we lived near a river where I drank water. We often walked, and she had her own son who was older. She loved him, but he would hurt me." I asked, "Where did you live?" He said, "It was a white stone house." I asked, "Can you show it to me?" He laughed and said, "Mom, it was very far away, and it's gone now." I asked, "Where is your other mom? Would you recognize her?" He said, "I found out who she was, but she passed away a long time ago. Her son grew up and became a grandfather, but I didn't even get a chance to grow up. I passed when I was little, and then I was born to you." It's hard to explain how this could be possible, especially coming from a 3-year-old. Children often have wild imaginations, but the way he described everything in such detail and answered all our questions without hesitation was astonishing. However, the next morning, he said he didn't remember anything about it.