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martes, 10 de julio de 2012

Unexplained Mysteries

 Paranormal phenomena go on in Segovia...


On the following day, aunt Helen heard Mary Shelley cry. She couldn't stop crying. Then aunt Helen was surprised when she wondered what had made her feel so bad. At that moment, aunt Helen noticed a photograph in the newspaper that showed two people, John and Linda Burton, and the surprising headline above it said 'Strange disappearance: A UFO kidnaps a British couple'.

Under the photo, aunt Helen read the incredible story.


A British couple were supposedly kidnapped in Segovia last week.
Several witnesses that were present at the hair-raising happening declared to have seen how a strange, bright flying saucer made the couple disappear just when they tried to rob in a known jeweller's in the center of the city.          


After arduous investigations and the inspection of their house in that city, the Spanish Police could find out that the British couple used false names and that before they had been accused of robbery and attempted murder in London 7 years ago. 


Finally, specialized teams about this kind of disappearances continue investigating in the case to try to locate the stopping-place of John and Linda Burton. However, and according to Detective Inspector Montoya's opinion, 'the Spanish Police and the specialized teams are working a lot but unfortunately we think their bodies will not be found alive'. 


          
To be continued...


          

viernes, 6 de julio de 2012

A strange mystery

The large dish full of pieces of fried bread mystery




Every year my family and I go to a small town in Segovia at Easter. So all of us stayed in my grandfather's house there a few days last Easter. I was very glad, because I could rest those days and eat the famous my aunt's pieces of fried bread. She is a very good cook and her pieces of fried bread are known all over the town. 

One of those days, I was helping my aunt to make pieces of fried bread in the kitchen...

    'How much fried bread do you want to make, Mary Shelley?', my aunt Helen asked.
    'I would like to fill all this large dish', I answered. 

So we spent that afternoon cooking, while we were talking about some gossip.

    'Mary Shelley, be careful! You shouldn't take any fried bread yet. If you take a piece of fried bread now, you'll burn', my aunt said. 'How about going for a walk and then having a drink in the bar?'
    'Okay, aunt, that sounds fantastic. I wash my hands and we go'
    'Hurry up, Mary Shelley! Come on! And lock the door, please'.
    'Ok, aunt Helen. Let's go'. 

The house was empty, while the large dish was full of pieces of fried bread, was getting cool.
Suddenly, the weather got worse and my aunt and I decided to go back.

    'Would you like to eat a big piece of fried bread now, Mary Shelley?', my aunt suggested to me. 
    ' I like that idea. I'm really hungry'.

But then...

When we came in the kitchen a surprising thing had happened.

    'Oh, my God! But where are the pieces of fried bread?', I cried quite angry and surprised.
    'Only there is the empty large dish. Who has stolen them? I can't believe someone could eat forty pieces of fried bread in an hour. It's impossible. The house was locked and there was nobody there...', my indignant aunt shouted.

It was something incredible and sobrenatural. All the pieces of fried bread, the forty, disappeared without leaving behind any track. Nobody found an explanation.

My aunt and I looked at very amazed the empty large dish again. It was still quite hot...

    'It is really a strange mystery. I'm confused, very confused'.
    'So Am I, Mary Shelley. So Am I', my aunt Helen finally whispered very frightened.



Now I ask you: What do you think could have happened? Tell me.... I am waiting for your answer. 


Cheer up!