This is a strange tale of someone we’ll call Penelope Pennybroke. You may believe it or not, as you choose. Penelope, quiet, gray-haired woman of a certain number of years, was on her daily walk, minding her own business, keeping an eye out. She always did this–kept an eye out. One time she found a […]
Feb 3, 2018
Are There Explanations for These Strange Mysteries?
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Life has many mysteries as puzzling as fictional ones, happenings that have never been explained. These intrigue me. Amelia Earhart’s disappearance is one of those mysteries. I read a news story that may explain what happened to this daring pilot. And then again, it may not. In 1937, she was attempting to fly around the globe with […]
Dec 12, 2017
The Strange Case of the Invisible Mystery Writer
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This is a strange case and could be thought of as fiction–it all depends on your experience, as a reader. My experience comes from the viewpoint of a writer. Maybe this is all make-believe, pretend, the stuff from which imaginary tales are made. Or, maybe it isn’t. What if it could be true? What if, […]
Sep 3, 2017
What Was It With Dink Renfro, Anyway?
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Dink Renfro was not superstitious; no, indeed. He just didn’t believe in tempting fate. He had a healthy respect for the stories he had heard about the old cemetery by that deserted church. And, too, there was the uneasy sort of feeling he got when he was mowing the grass out there. He reckoned he […]
Jul 21, 2017
What Strange Sights Did the Moon See?
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The moon, shining down on Granger’s Mansion, saw some strange and puzzling sights. What, for example, was the animal who stopped by one moonlit night to pay Ned McNeil a visit? But, long before that, what were the strange things that went on in the moonlight which were furtive and secret and had an effect […]
Apr 3, 2017
A Strange and Mysterious Day
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The day began in a strange and mysterious way. Before daylight, thunder and rain moved in. A dark, damp world greeted the morning. The house lay still and silent, listening, waiting, wondering. A distant train whistle rose and fell, a mournful, ghostly sound. Inside the house, someone stirred. The coffee pot clicked and purred. Soon, the fragrance of the early morning […]
