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Coming up in this episode of Weird Darkness…
The U.S. Government explained the rapidly
maneuvering lights as a weather balloon. But
if you believe what fighter pilot George F.
Gorman says, you’ll believe there are some
giant holes in the U.S. Government’s story.
Because Gorman ended up in an aerial battle
with one of those so-called “weather balloons”.
A passerby found scraps of paper on the ground,
implicating that one of the areas most prominent
families was harboring a secret – that the
husband had his own wife imprisoned in their
own home for months on end – unable to leave
her own bedroom. But that was just the beginning
of the story.
In the wilds of Africa it is said there is
a man-like creature, human in every way aside
from one – the being has no head.
The most famous being the Grim Reaper, dark
hooded entities seems to be relatively common
in the reports of ghost-like beings. They
can be intimidating, foreboding, and downright
terrifying. One man’s experience didn’t
stop with only one encounter – they haven’t
stopped at all.
A couple have a fight, one of them leaves
the home to cool off. It’s something that
happens every day in every town and city.
It’s simply how some couples have to work
through things. But in one case, 32 years
later, the woman who left to cool off has
yet to return, and her family is still waiting.
Now.. bolt your doors, lock your windows,
turn off your lights, and come with me into
the Weird Darkness!
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THE GORMAN DOGFIGHT
In the words of Captain Edward J. Ruppelt,
the man who investigated unidentified-flying-object
reports for the U.S. Air Force in the early
1950s, the Gorman Dogfight remains one of
the “classics” among UFO sightings.
The incident, which still lacks an airtight
explanation, involved a 27-minute air encounter
between a veteran World War II fighter pilot
named George F. Gorman and a mysterious white
orb at high altitude above Fargo, North Dakota.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,”
Gorman told a local newspaper following the
October 1, 1948 event. “If anyone else had
reported such a thing I would have thought
they were crazy.”
Captain Ruppelt operated Project Blue Book,
which continued the work of Project Sign and
Project Grudge, a series of hush-hush studies conducted
by the U.S. Air Force between 1947 and 1969.
His mission: to determine if UFOs were a threat
to national security and to scientifically
analyze UFO-related data.
What makes the Gorman Dogfight unique in the now-declassified
pages of Project Blue Book is not only the
length of the encounter, but that it was recorded
both on the ground and in the sky by numerous
reputable sources.
At the time of the incident, Gorman, a 25-year-old
former fighter pilot, served as a second lieutenant
in the North Dakota Air National Guard. It
was this role that placed him behind the flight
controls of a P-51 Mustang on Oct. 1, 1948,
taking part in a cross-country flight alongside
other National Guard airmen.
While the other pilots landed at Fargo’s
Hector Airport, on that fateful evening Gorman
stayed in the air in order to get in some
night-flying time in the cloudless conditions.
Having circled his P-51 over a lighted football
stadium, he was preparing to land at about
9 P.M. Advised by the control tower that the
only other plane in the vicinity was a Piper
Cub (which Gorman could see about 500 feet
below him), he witnessed what he believed
to be the taillight of another craft passing
on the right, though the tower had no other
object on the radar.
Deciding to take a closer look at the unidentified
object, Gorman pulled his plane up and closed
to within about 1,000 yards. “It was about
six to eight inches in diameter, clear white
and completely without fuzz at the edges,”
he said of the object in his report. “It
was blinking on and off. As I approached,
however, the light suddenly became steady
and pulled into a sharp left bank. I thought
it was making a pass at the tower.”
Deciding to follow, Gorman tried in vain to
catch up with the object, reporting that he
finally got behind it at around 7,000 feet,
where it made a sharp turn and headed straight
for the P-51. Almost at the point of collision
Gorman dived and said the light passed over
his canopy at about 500 feet before cutting
sharply once more and heading back in his
direction. Just as collision seemed imminent
once again, Gorman said the object shot straight
up in the air in a steep climb—so steep
that when he tried to intercept, his plane
stalled at about 14,000 feet. The object was
not seen again, but according to Gorman he
had been engaged in aerial maneuvers with
it for 27 minutes by the time he brought his
plane in to land.
Shaken by the encounter, the pilot went on
to report he noticed no sound, exhaust trail
or odor from the object. And while he had
reached speeds of up to 400 m.p.h. while in
pursuit—he couldn’t keep up with whatever
it was.
“I am convinced that there was definite
thought behind its maneuvers,” Gorman said
in a sworn statement to his commander. “I
am further convinced that the object was governed
by the laws of inertia because its acceleration
was rapid but not immediate; and although
it was able to turn fairly tight at considerable
speed, it still followed a natural curve.”
Gorman reported blacking out temporarily due
to the excessive speed he reached in attempting
to turn with the object. “I am in fairly
good physical condition and I do not believe
that there are many, if any, pilots who could
withstand the turn and speed effected by the
object, and remain conscious,” he wrote.
“The object was not only able to out-turn
and out-speed my aircraft... but was able
to attain a far steeper climb and was able
to maintain a constant rate of climb far in
excess of my aircraft.”
Gorman wasn’t the only one to see the mysterious
object that night. It was also witnessed by
air-traffic controllers Lloyd D. Jensen and
H.E. Johnson, who were manning the Hector
Airport tower. According to Johnson, who reported
seeing the Piper Cub and the UFO at the same
time, the object was “traveling at a high
rate of speed” and was “fast enough to
increase the spacing between itself and [Gorman’s]
fighter.” Johnson described the object as
appearing to be “only a round light, perfectly
formed, with no fuzzy edges or rays leaving
its body.”
Dr. A. E. Cannon, the pilot of the Piper Cub,
and his passenger also viewed the object—both
in the sky and upon their return to the airport,
where they immediately joined the traffic
controllers in the tower. Cannon described
the light as moving “very swiftly, much
faster than the 51.” Two Civil Aeronautics
Authority employees on the ground also reported
seeing the object.
Could it have simply been another aircraft?
Taking the technology of the time into account,
Dr Travis S. Taylor, aerospace engineer and
author of Introduction to Rocket Science
and Engineering, believes any other aircraft
would have been apparent to Gorman.
Earlier that year, he points out, Chuck Yeager
made his famous flight in the Bell X1 at record-breaking
speed, in which he broke the sound barrier.
“A craft like that would have been very
obvious to a pilot in a P-51. [Gorman] would
have known what he was looking at—the X1
looked like an airplane,” says Taylor. “If
he was chasing something that didn’t look
like a standard aircraft and he couldn’t
keep up with it, either it was too far away,
and he didn’t realize how far away it was,
or it was moving faster than a P-51 could
move.”
U.S. Air Force investigators from Project
Sign (later to become Project Grudge and ultimately
Project Blue Book) soon arrived in Fargo,
where Geiger counter measurements of Gorman’s
plane revealed heightened radioactivity, though
this was later explained away as a side effect
of the high-altitude flying that took place.
Was Gorman a kook, or maybe touched in the
head by his war experiences? Government investigators
found him to be a credible witness, noting
that he “did not make the impression of
being a dreamer. He reads little, and only
serious literature. He spends 90 percent of
his time hunting and fishing; drinks less
than moderately; smokes normally; and does
not do drugs. He appears to be a sincere and
serious individual who was considerably puzzled
by his experience and made no attempt to blow
his story up.”
One conspiracy theory speculated that Gorman’s
encounter may have been with a top-secret
test craft. With World War II a very recent
memory, tensions in 1948 were heightened both
in military and civilian circles. And as the
Cold War tightened its grip on the American
psyche, the U.S government sought to boost
its scientific firepower with a clandestine
initiative called Operation Paperclip, through
which it recruited former Nazi scientists,
engineers and technicians (including Wernher
von Braun and his V-2 rocket team) to America,
to boost the nation’s chances in the Cold
War and looming space race.
Further afield, the Soviets had begun testing
the R-1 Rocket (a Soviet version of the German
V-2 of WWII) the same year as Gorman’s encounter,
raising questions of whether the object he
and the others saw could have been a Soviet
craft or weapon. “The R-1 didn’t have
the range to go from wherever their launch
capability was in the Soviet Union to Fargo,”
says Taylor. “It was a dumb rocket. All
the rockets at that time were projectiles.
They used aerodynamics mostly to guide them.
They could do slow maneuvers, but if they
did a fast maneuver they’d start tumbling
apart.”
Back in Fargo, after the Air Weather Service
revealed it had released a lighted weather
balloon 10 minutes before Gorman first saw
the object, investigators pounced, proclaiming
the balloon the likeliest explanation for
the object seen.
As for the seemingly incredible movements
witnessed, the report said those were due
to Gorman’s own maneuvers as he tried to
chase the bright object. Essentially, investigators
wrote, his high speed gave the balloon the
appearance of moving in opposite directions
as he passed by. Added to that theory, investigators
noted the bright appearance of Jupiter on
that date, hypothesizing that Gorman had been
attempting to chase the bright dot of the
planet at the same time the weather balloon
was in range.
The lighted weather balloon would become the
official cause of the encounter in the Project
Blue Book file.
“We were doing Project Mogul at the time,
which was high-altitude balloons [fitted with
high-powered microphones] that we were trying
to listen to see if the Soviets were doing
above-ground nuclear testing,” says Taylor,
who points out that the famous Roswell, New
Mexico UFO sighting was explained away as
a Project Mogul balloon.
Whether Gorman was happy with the official
outcome remains unknown. Maintaining his silence,
he returned to the Air Force full-time, eventually
retiring at the rank of lieutenant colonel
in 1969. He never spoke publicly about the
encounter again, though according to The
Bismarck Tribune, he did tell friends “he
was never convinced that he had been dueling
with a lighted balloon for 27 minutes.”
Gorman died in 1982.
Taylor has his own theory: “Possibly somebody
was playing around with rocketry.” But,
he notes, there were no known test facilities
or scientists in the Fargo area when the encounter
took place. All the [Operation Paperclip]
Germans were at the missile grounds in White
Sands, New Mexico, while rocket guru Robert
H. Goddard, had died in 1945. “It makes
no sense,” says Taylor, “that there was
anything there that was manmade that they
were chasing.”
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Up next…
In the wilds of Africa it is said there is
a man-like creature, human in every way aside
from one – the being has no head.
And… a passerby found scraps of paper on
the ground, implicating that one of the area’s
most prominent families was harboring a secret
– that the husband had his own wife imprisoned
in their own home for months on end – unable
to leave her own bedroom. But that was just
the beginning of the story.

Our next Weirdo Watch Party is a DOUBLE-HEADER,
with a watch party two nights in a row! This
coming Friday, June 26th horror hostess Arachna from
Beware Theater brings us "The Ape Man" from
1943 starring Bela Lugosi! And then this Saturday
June 27th, horror host Octavian Hallow presents
1973’s Rock-and-Roll horror, “Son of Dracula”
starring Harry Nillson and Ringo Starr! The
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IMPRISONED IN HER OWN ROOM BY HER HUSBAND
A
gaunt wretched figure stood at the barred
window of a ground-floor room attempting nervously
to attract the attention of anyone passing
by.  Laurel House was in an isolated position
at the far end of Peckham Rye Common on
the road leading down to Camberwell Old Cemetery,
surrounded by market gardens and farmland
and with few neighboring houses.  Using
a pencil begged from a kind servant, and scraps
of wallpaper covertly peeled from the wall,
the woman wrote a series of notes in which
she explained her plight and asked that her
brother-in-law, Thomas Morgan, be informed
that she was being kept against her will.  She
had been estranged from her family for some
two years.  But she had no doubt that in
spite of their disappointment and disapproval
they would come to her rescue.
Her savior was one Miss Jane Charlotte Barber,
a single woman who resided two doors down
from Laurel House in Piermont Cottage, and
who was fully aware of the style in which
Dr Hammond and his young family lived in their
detached villa, where they were attended by
a devoted housekeeper, two maids and a gardener.  Miss
Barber had also noticed the attractive young
lady who would often drive out with the dashing
doctor, dressed expensively in a black silk
gown with a red velvet jacket and jaunty bonnet.  And
it was Miss Barber who on this particular
occasion―a Tuesday in September 1864―saw
the ragged note flying through the open window.  Although
alarmed, she summoned her courage, and picked
up the note.  Horrified by what she read
she hurried to the local police.  They had
no hesitation in contacting the Mr Morgan
mentioned in the note, having learnt that
its author was Rosalind Hammond, and that
she was being held against her will by Dr
Edward Hammond, her husband.
Police Constable Spinks, accompanied by Mr
Morgan, arrived at the house and demanded
to see Mrs Hammond.  The doctor said that
it was not possible as she was sleeping and
could not be disturbed.  But after firm
words from Spinks he relented, and with a
show of reluctance he took them to her room,
which was bolted from the outside.  The
room was dirty, and meekly furnished with
just an iron bedstead and fusty linens.  The
occupant was thin and pale and dressed in
nightclothes.  She explained that her husband
kept her locked up, and that he was aided
and abetted by Elizabeth Allen, who was his
housekeeper, and by Emily Wakeman, who had
once been his maid and was now his mistress.  But
she appeared to be unbroken by her ordeal.  The
newspapers described her as an intelligent
woman, and she had clearly retained her senses.  
How had the wealthy Mrs Hammond come to such
a pass?  Aged thirty-seven, she was worth
six hundred pounds per annum, which would
be about seventy thousand pounds in today’s
money.  And yet she had to borrow a hat
and a cloak in order to present herself decently
at Lambeth Police Court.  Her story is one
of misfortune and cruelty meted out not only
by her husband but also by Victorian society
and its legal system.
Rosalind Hammond, née Buckley, was born at The
Lawn in South Lambeth in one of the houses
built by her grandfather, Philip Buckley.  Her
mother, Anne Wolfe, who was the only child
of an East India House employee, had married
the wealthy widower Henry Buckley, who made
his living as a floor cloth manufacturer trading
from premises adjoining King’s College in
the Strand, and at 39 Westminster Bridge Road,
where the manufactory was based.  Floor
cloths, which were sold as alternatives to
expensive carpets and elaborately tiled or
marbled floors, were made of canvas protected
by up to twelve coats of paint per side, with
a stenciled or hand-painted design.  Being
both popular and expensive floor cloths certainly
contributed to Henry’s fortune.
He had two children by his first marriage
and four much younger daughters with Anne.  Rosalind,
who was the youngest of the children, enjoyed
a privileged childhood in Lambeth and at Riverhill,
the family’s country house near Sevenoaks
in Kent, which boasted nine indoor servants
and gardens laid out in a Himalayan style.  She
was only fifteen when in 1841 her father died,
leaving significant money and property, including
four houses in Lambeth, the leasehold manufactory,
the lease to Riverhill and thousands of pounds
in stocks.  His wife and children were all
handsomely provided for: the daughters would
inherit their share when they reached the
age of twenty-one, or earlier if they married.
The respectable and wealthy Miss Buckleys
were eagerly sought as brides: Henrietta married
the Reverend Cyril Custeis, Ellen married
John T Wright, a solicitor, and Fanny Alicia
married Thomas Morgan, a wine merchant of
Tower Hill.  
Rosalind too would have been expected to lead
a life of respectability, either as the perfect
Victorian wife―“the angel in the house”―or
as her widowed mother’s companion, which
was often the fate of the youngest daughter.  Then
in 1848, when she was twenty-two, she was
sent for a water cure at an establishment
run by a homeopathic doctor, and things did
not go quite to plan.
The water cure―or hydropathy―gained popularity
from the 1840s.  Kate Summerscale in Mrs
Robinson’s Disgrace describes it as a popular
treatment for the vague, anxiety-related sicknesses
of the mid-nineteenth century … The theory
was that immersion in hot and cold baths and
showers could restore health to an unbalanced
body.
Patients might include men who overworked
or overindulged, and women suffering from
“female complaints” or “hysteria”.  Female
hysteria was the diagnosis for a raft of
symptoms that included fainting, insomnia,
bad temper and an unmaidenly interest in sex.  Enlightened
doctors of the time believed that the cause
was often unfulfilling lives centred on the
needs of others.  Women, they argued, were
obliged to repress their natural desires,
whether these were sexual or simply a yearning
for something more interesting than needlework.
We do not know why Rosalind took the water
cure.  But we do know that she was seduced
by her doctor at the hydro, and that in 1850
she gave birth to a boy, who was christened
at St John’s Church in Erith in Kent.  The
baptismal record declared that the boy was
Stanley Ellis Buckley, that he was the son
of James and Rosalind Buckley, and that his
father was a farmer.  That this was not
entirely true was soon discovered, whereupon
James and his occupation were expunged from
the record, and the blank space filled with
the damning words “single woman”.  We
now find it hard to grasp how scandalous an
illegitimate child born to an unmarried middle-class
girl would have been in the nineteenth century.
It is interesting to speculate on the identity
of Rosalind’s seducer, for which we have
no other evidence than that his name was,
probably but not necessarily, James.  The
proprietor of the Sudbrook Park Hydro in Petersham
was James Ellis.  But then again there was
a clutch of homeopathic Jameses running water
cure establishments in and around Malvern:
James Manby, who seduced the future Florence
Bravo when she was his patient, his partner
James Wilson, and a James Marsden. 
I think we can assume that, whatever had brought
it on, Rosalind was being treated for hysteria,
for in the 1851 census she was living in Leytonstone
in Essex at the home of Dr Stephen Mackenzie,
along with the doctor’s family and a clutch
of female patients.  Mackenzie is described
as “extensively known by his successful
treatment of the most inveterate of hysterics”
in On the Pathology and Treatment of Hysteria,
written by his assistant Robert Brudenell
Carter in 1853.  Sadly Carter also records
that Mackenzie, who died tragically falling
from his carriage, kept no patient records.
For the next ten years Rosalind remains a
mystery, until on the 20th of August 1861
she married a man called Edward Hammond at
St Nicholas Church in Brighton. At this point
her sisters were probably relieved that a
man who had full knowledge of her unfortunate
past was willing to take Rosalind off their
hands.  He was not quite the addition they
wanted for the family.  He was a man of
limited means, he had four young children,
and he was determined to have control of Rosalind’s
generous annuity.  But in light of her youthful
lapse they knew that Rosalind was lucky to
find a husband.
After a few months married life in Lower Clapham
Road soured.  Edward encouraged Rosalind
to behave as a semi-invalid who stayed in
bed all day and dosed herself with morphia
and brandy.  Numerous local doctors were
brought in to treat her rather vague symptoms,
and early in 1862 she suffered the double
affliction of the death of twelve-year-old
Stanley and a difficult confinement.
Rosalind was also beginning to entertain suspicions
about the nature of her husband’s relationship
with Emily the maid.  In March she took
the new baby to live with a wet nurse in Maidstone
in Kent.  She was accompanied by Emily,
and in the course of the overnight stay she
challenged her.  The girl said that she
had been raped by Dr Hammond, with a pillow
pressed over her face to muffle her screams.
Rosalind furiously rejected Emily’s story,
and wrote to her father, accusing her of being
Edward’s mistress.  She refused to go
back to Clapham, instead asking her family
for help.  As they disliked Edward they
encouraged her to separate from him.  But
Rosalind capitulated, possibly because she
loved the doctor, possibly because she was
trapped.  If she left him she also left
her money―when they married all her assets
became his―but she also had to have his
agreement for any legal separation.  A divorce might
free her, but in 1864 she did not have sufficient
grounds.  Whereas a man only had to show
that his wife had committed adultery, a woman
had to prove not only that her husband was
an adulterer but that he had also deserted
her or had committed sodomy or incest or had
been guilty of bigamy or cruelty.  Cruelty
was no easier to prove than adultery.  An Act
for the Better Prevention and Punishment of
Aggravated Assaults upon Women and Children had
been passed in 1853 , but it merely redefined
what was or was not acceptable behavior without
banning violence outright.  And so Rosalind
returned home and retracted her accusation
against Emily Wakeman, later saying that she
had been coerced.
By September 1862 the family had moved to
a property called Lanark House on Queen’s
Road in Peckham.  Where previously Edward
had encouraged his wife to stay in bed for
most of the day, he now employed Elizabeth
Allen to stop her leaving the house.  Rosalind
was no longer treated with respect by anyone
in the household, and on Christmas Eve her
husband hit her around the head.  He was
the worse for drink, and he was encouraged
by Emily Wakeman.  Even though the maid
was now his acknowledged mistress, he continued
to sleep with his wife, who gave birth early
in January 1863 to a girl named Emily Rosalind.
If Hammond was to keep both Rosalind’s annuity
and his paramour, it was important that no
one in the neighborhood begin to ask questions
about his wife’s whereabouts.  With this
aim he moved the family in May 1863 to Laurel
House on the edge of the much less densely
populated Peckham Rye.  Here Rosalind was
confined to a single room.  Meals were brought
to her by Elizabeth Allen and one or two of
the children.  To stop her making an escape
the window was barred and the door was kept
locked.  Her day clothes were removed, and
she suffered the further indignity of seeing
them on Emily Wakeman.  Her jewelery box
was pilfered by her husband, who then sent
his gardener, Thomas Abrahams, to pawn the
contents.
In fact Dr Edward Hammond was not a doctor
at all.  In contravention of the Medical
Act of 1858, his medical title was self-awarded.
Born in Dartford in Kent in 1818 Hammond had
not had the privileged upbringing that Rosalind
had enjoyed, and he was not a professional
man.  In 1843 when he married his first
wife—another Emily—he was working as an
oil merchant.  Eight years later with Emily
and their young family he was living in rural
Lower Tooting—now Tooting Broadway—a few
doors from the Mitre Public House.  He was
a manufacturer of the gelatine used as a
setting agent in many of the elaborate puddings
loved by Victorians.  (Knowing that your
blancmange or jelly was given its wobble with
boiled-down connective animal tissue cannot
have been very appetizing.)  By 1861 he
was a widowed chemist and druggist living
in East Wickham in Kent, which was only three-and-a-half
miles from Erith, where Rosalind‘s son Stanley
was baptized. 
Moving forward to September 1864, those attending
Lambeth Police Court were horrified to see
how unwell Mrs Hammond looked and how poorly
she was dressed.  But her husband’s lawyers
were determined that she would receive no
pity, and they set about demolishing her character
by revealing that she had given birth to an
illegitimate child, and that she habitually
stayed in bed all day imbibing brandy and
morphia.  Hammond himself explained away
the fact that she was kept locked up by claiming
that she had threatened to murder him.  The
two knives hidden in her bed were evidence
of her homicidal tendencies, the implication
being that, if not quite mentally unstable,
she was at least a degenerate woman who needed
to be restrained for her family’s safety.  Rosalind
calmly countered all that was said about her,
and a doctor was brought in to explain that
she was sane.  The magistrate was not sympathetic
to Edward Hammond, and he sent the case to
trial.
When the case came to court in November 1864
Hammond pleaded guilty, but sentencing was
deferred to allow his lawyers time to negotiate
a settlement with Rosalind’s legal team.  The
not guilty pleas submitted by Emily Wakeman
and Elizabeth Allen were accepted because
they had acted under Hammond’s orders.  At
the sentencing hearing in January 1865 Hammond
was confident he would be returning to Laurel
House for dinner with his faithful Emily,
relying on his “generosity” in agreeing
to a legal separation from Rosalind, and in
allowing her half the annuity that she had
brought to the marriage.  But his munificence
cut no mustard, and he was sentenced to twelve
months’ hard labour in Wandsworth Prison. 
Hammond moved.  With him went his children,
and also Emily Wakeman, who remained with
the family in some capacity for the rest of
her life.  Even if Hammond had wished to
marry the girl, it would prove impossible,
as Rosalind remained resolutely alive until
1896.
Rosalind lived alone in various lodging houses
on the Isle of Wight and in South London.  She
was deprived of her child Emily Rosalind,
who remained with her father.  She also
had to relinquish half her annuity, for it
would not be until 1882 that a woman was legally
entitled to keep the money that she had brought
to a marriage. On her death Rosalind was buried
in the family grave in Norwood Cemetery, leaving
a paltry seventy-six pounds to a Reverend
John Beresford.  
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BEWARE THE HEADLESS BLEMMY
Although people living in medieval Europe
knew a lot more of the wider world than many
initially think, with strong trade links in
Asia and northern Africa, they were still
intrigued about what lay beyond the land known
to man, and stories of mythical creatures
abounded. One such creature which fascinated
for centuries was the Blemmy. These creatures
were said to be a type of man who lived in
Africa but they did not have a head – rather,
their face appeared on their chest, their
shoulders above them.
The Blemmyes were in fact a real African people,
forming a nomadic kingdom in northern Nubia
between 600BC and 300AD. Even from their early
origins, however, stories were told of their
headless nature. Herodotus who lived between
484 and 425BC wrote in his Histories that
they were known as the akephaloi or those
“without a head” and that they lived on
the eastern edge of Libya. A few centuries
later in c. 45AD Mela, a Roman geographer,
wrote that the Blemyae lived in Africa and
had their faces in their chests, and this
was confirmed by Pliny the Elder who said
the tribe had “no heads, their mouths and
eyes being seated in their breasts” and
located them in Ethiopia or Nubia.
The stories of these strange headless men
continued long after the real Blemmye tribe
was gone. In medieval Europe, drawings of
these creatures can be found in manuscripts
and in the extremities of world maps, charting
the “unknown”. A drawing of a Blemmy features
in an Anglo-Saxon manuscript in the British
Library dating to c.1025, and Blemmyes are
also found on the Hereford Mappa Mundi of
1300, the largest medieval map to still exist.
Isidore of Seville (560 – 636 AD) explains
in his Etymologies: “People believe that,
in Libya, Blemmyae are born as trunks, without
heads, and have their mouth and eyes on their
chest. Others, born without necks, have their
eyes on their shoulders.”
As the centuries progressed, stories of the
Blemmyes continued, and they moved with the
boundaries of exploration. In the late medieval
period, some are shown as being in India,
such as on the 1436 Andrea Bianco map. As
the sixteenth century arrived and the “discovery”
of the Americas began, the Blemmyes moved
across the seas. Ottoman admiral Piri Reis
placed a Blemmy on his 1513 world map near
the coast of Brazil and put a description
next to the drawing. He said that Blemmyes
grew to around 5’ 3”, their eyes were
close together, but that they were harmless.
In 1596, Sir Walter Raleigh wrote a book about
his journey to Guayana where he reports that
there was “a nation of people whose heades
appeare not aboue their shoulders” who “are
reported to haue their eyes in their shoulders
and their mouths in the middle of their breasts
and that a long train of haire groweth backward
betwen their shoulders”. Although Raleigh
did not see these people for himself, he decided
that the stories were truthful as everyone
he met there confirmed it.
So why did people believe these stories for
so long, and where did it originate from?
Numerous theories have centered on the idea
that the original Blemmy warriors may have
carried shields with faces on, or that they
marched with their heads tucked close to their
chests. Others make links with how some types
of ape, such as the Bonobo, sit with their
shoulders hunched up, head down, and suggest
various tribes-people may have sat similarly,
or that the apes themselves were the origin.
The mythology of human creatures with their
faces in their chests spanned over one thousand
years and found its way into many aspects
of culture in the West. From adorning maps
and manuscripts and churches, to being reported
as scientific fact, to appearing in literature
– including Shakespeare – the Blemmy fascinated
Europe. They were a symbol of something “other”
that could be found in the margins of the
civilized world, strange creatures on the
edge of truth. And even now, they continue
to intrigue us today.
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hooded entities seems to be relatively common
in the reports of ghost-like beings. They
can be intimidating, foreboding, and downright
terrifying. One man’s experience didn’t
stop with only one encounter – in fact,
they haven’t stopped at all.
A couple have a fight, one of them leaves
the home to cool off. It’s something that
happens every day in every town and city.
It’s simply how some couples have to work
through things. But in one case, 32 years
later, the woman who left to cool off has
yet to return, and her family is still waiting.

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THE ELIZABETH CAMPBELL MYSTERY
It’s a scenario that plays out every day
in the real world. A couple have a fight and
one of them leaves to cool off. However, in
this case, 32 years later her family is still
waiting for her to return.
Elizabeth Ann Campbell was born on May 31,
1967 to Tom and Sam Soon Campbell. She was
the youngest of 5 children and grew up in
a very close-knit family who resided in Lampasas,
TX. Elizabeth was said to have led a quiet,
sheltered life and was very close with her
mother. She was a month shy of her 21st birthday
and was attending Central Texas College in
nearby Killeen, TX along with her boyfriend,
Rickie Ray. She had plans to attend Texas
A&M in the Fall to study Marine Biology. Then
on April 25, 1989, what started out to be
just an ordinary Monday for Elizabeth would
end in a horrible way that no one could have
ever imagined. 
Elizabeth was working a shift at a 7-11 convenience
store on Rancier Ave. in Killeen, TX. Her
boyfriend came that night to pick her up after
her shift ended. The couple had planned on
studying together that night for some upcoming
tests at college. There was an argument concerning
some things related to Elizabeth’s job as
well as Rickie wanted to study English that
night and Elizabeth wanted to study trigonometry.
The argument apparently got heated enough
that Elizabeth wanted to leave Rickie’s
house so she phoned her mother for a ride.
Rickie was heard by Elizabeth’s family in
the background promising that he would give
her a ride home so her mother didn’t make
the drive. Elizabeth is said to have walked
outside of Rickie’s house, thinking he would
soon join her and drive her home. However,
Rickie never came outside so, angrily, Elizabeth
started to walk home on her own. Unfortunately,
her house was 30 miles away.
Exactly what happened next is unclear. Elizabeth
had left Rickie’s house in Killeen and then
gone from there to near Central Texas College
(CTC) in Killeen. Police believe that Elizabeth
probably got a ride to travel that distance
in that amount of time but no one has ever
come forward to confirm that. The next sighting
of Elizabeth was when a fellow student of
CTC said he witnessed her walking down a service
road near the college. He was working late
at the computer lab that night and saw her
on his way home. He said he didn’t personally
know Elizabeth, but recognized her from college.
He stated he gave Elizabeth a ride to a 7-11
in Copperas Cove (about 17 miles from her
house) where witnesses did report seeing a
green Gremlin drop her off. She then went
inside to use the phone to call Rickie to
ask him to give her a ride. This was approximately
45 minutes after Elizabeth left and 11 miles
away from Rickie’s house. Elizabeth said
she was scared. The couple argued again about
her leaving and during the fight he refused
to pick her up so she hung up. She told him
she was going to call her family to come get
her. She knew that would be a long-distance
call so she used the payphone outside the
7-11 to try to reach them. Around midnight,
Elizabeth’s mother said the phone did ring.
She had turned the phone off in the bedroom
so by the time she got to the other phone
in the house, it had stopped ringing. Presumably
judging by the time and the situation, the
missed call was from Elizabeth.
What happens next is the biggest unknown of
this case. No one ever sees or hears from
Elizabeth again after she is sighted at the
phone booth outside the 7-11 except one witness
who claims to have seen her leave the 7-11
and get in a maroon car with a landau roof.
Although there is never another confirmed
sighting of Elizabeth, many people over the
next several months will report they have
seen her in a variety of locations and situations.
The family didn’t realize that Elizabeth
was gone until the following morning. When
she wasn’t in her bedroom, they phoned her
boyfriend Rickie. He didn’t know where she
was exactly but thought she had probably gone
to her sister’s apartment at the CTC housing
complex. When she wasn’t there, her family
tried to report her missing with the police
right away. They were told they could not
because it had only been 12 hours. The family
was reportedly told conflicting things by
the police such as they had to wait 24, 48
or 72 hours to report her as a missing person
depending on who they talked to. The family
felt the police were not as pro-active as
they could be and some didn’t even think
Elizabeth was “missing” at all but was
an adult who chose to leave.
The family then sprang into action on their
own. They did absolutely everything to try
to track their loved one down. They initially
hired a PI but it was getting to be expensive
and they felt they could do just as good of
a job. Elizabeth’s father then takes a lengthy
leave of absence from his job to help in the
search. Over the years they sell property,
cattle, stocks, land, jewelry and anything
they had of any value to help fund the search
for their beloved daughter. The family distributed
flyers, made countless phone calls, traveled
anywhere there was thought to be a sighting
and even went to some very seedy and dangerous
locations. Elizabeth’s mother, Sam Soon,
refused to sleep in a bed for the first 1
½ months after her daughter went missing
because if her daughter was suffering, she
would be too. There was even a bizarre phone
call made to a worker at the Lampasas hospital
the week after she went missing asking if
the ambulance carrying Elizabeth’s body
had arrived at the hospital yet. Also, Tom
Campbell, Elizabeth’s father, is said to
have hounded the television show “Unsolved
Mysteries” until they agreed to do a segment
on Elizabeth’s disappearance. After the
segment aired in November of 1989, there were
200 phone calls of possible sightings.
Just 6 days after Elizabeth disappeared there
was a possible sighting in Waco, TX, 85 miles
from where she disappeared. The witness at
the gas station said the woman was with a
rough looking Asian man who held the female
by the wrist and spoke in a foreign language.
The woman kept looking down and would not
make eye contact. The second sighting was
2 weeks after the disappearance just 2 miles
from where she vanished. The clerk at the
convenience store said a woman resembling
Elizabeth was with an angry looking Asian
man who was holding her by the wrist. It appeared
the woman was not allowed to talk.  The third
sighting was 2 months after Elizabeth vanished
and was in Garland, TX, 150 miles from where
she went missing. The lady bumped into a woman
as they were entering a convenience store.
The woman appeared to be nervous and hurried
to get back to the car with the man inside.
She is convinced the woman she encountered
was Elizabeth.
The police didn’t really put too much confidence
into these sightings. They did say, however,
that at the time there was an underworld pipeline
that supplies Asian prostitutes from Killeen
to Dallas and Houston. Elizabeth was attractive
and was half-Korean so she could have been
a target but there was no actual evidence
to support it. Then in May of 1992 there was
a possible development in the case that gave
Elizabeth’s family renewed hope briefly.
Four years after her disappearance, her purse
was discovered in the Crockett Co. Sheriff’s
Dept - more than 200 miles from where she
was last seen. What at first gave the family
hope, soon turned into anger and frustration.
It was revealed that the purse had actually
been in the evidence room of the Crockett
Co. Sheriff’s Dept. since between April
25, 1988 to Jan, 1989, shortly after Elizabeth
had disappeared. So, someone apparently found
the purse around Ozona, TX and turned it in
where it was put in an evidence room and completely
forgotten. There was no record made of who
found it and exactly when and where it was
found. There were too many fingerprints on
the purse to be of any help and it didn’t
appear to have been out in the elements for
any amount of time. The only reason it was
discovered in 1992 was a new deputy had arrived
and was going through the evidence room for
things to be auctioned at the annual Alliance
Club auction. When the deputy saw what was
inside the purse, her driver’s license,
military ID and bank statements, he ran the
information and discovered she was still missing
and alerted Copperas Cove PD. Barbara Campbell
also states in her radio interview that she
actually visited the Crockett Co. Sheriff
2 years after her sister went missing. She
gave him a missing person flyer and talked
to him about the purse and what might be in
it. All the while during this conversation
she was apparently mere feet away from the
evidence room where her sister’s purse was
sitting and had already been turned in. She
angrily confronted the new Sheriff in 1992
when this came to light and he seemed to put
the blame on the former, now deceased Sheriff,
and was never given a satisfactory answer.
There is another possible theory as to what
happened to Elizabeth Campbell that isn’t
widely mentioned in discussions about her.
There is no concrete proof or evidence to
support this, but it could be related to serial
killer Robert Ben Rhodes dubbed the “Truck
Stop Killer”. He was thought to have been
active from 1975 to 1990. He was an OTR truck
driver and was known to be in the vicinity
during his routes near where Elizabeth went
missing. His first victim’s body was even
disposed of near Ozona, TX, where Elizabeth’s
purse was later discovered. His first murder
wasn’t discovered until 1990 but he has
claimed his crimes went back 15 years. In
the research by the police cross referencing
Rhodes’ trucking logs with records of young
women who went missing during the years he
was active, it is thought he could have as
many as 50 victims. His semi was said to be
a traveling torture chamber and he usually
picked up young female hitchhikers as well
as truck stop prostitutes. In 1994 he was
convicted of 3 of the murders and is currently
serving a life sentence at the Menard Correctional
Center in Chester, IL.
There seems to have been a lot of regrets
from Elizabeth’s loved ones in the years
since her disappearance, which is understandable.
Had the family known Elizabeth needed a ride
home that night, they would have certainly
been there for her. Her brother was driving
around Killeen visiting friends at the time
and one of her sisters was actually working
at a 7-11 in Killeen that night across town.
The missed phone call at her parents house
was just a very unfortunate circumstance that
happened by accident. I’m sure Elizabeth’s
then boyfriend Rickie also regrets his actions
that night in refusing, on two occasions,
to give her a ride home. He is quoted at the
time in a newspaper article as saying: “I
was thinking of myself. I was a stupid ass.”.
Rickie was never really viewed as a suspect
in his girlfriend’s disappearance. He had
witnesses who verified where he was that night
and he also passed a polygraph test. 
The eyewitness sightings are interesting,
but it doesn’t seem likely that someone
who abducted someone and had an interest in
trafficking them and stripping them of their
identity would parade them out in public places
so soon after. Especially after the missing
flyers had been put up. It would make sense
they would want to keep her isolated. Elizabeth
had already accepted a ride that night with
someone she didn’t know, so its entirely
possible she accepted another ride hoping
to get from Copperas Cove to her home in Lampasas,
but sadly came to harm then. Even though Elizabeth
was angry that night, I don’t believe she
left with the intention of staying gone. She
had made a few phone calls to try to solicit
a ride and seemed eager to return home. Plus,
there was a paycheck that was never picked
up and there has been no bank account or credit
card activity since she disappeared.
Elizabeth Campbell’s family still to this
day works day and night to find out answers
as to what happened to their loved one. Her
mother is in fragile health but will never
stop her fight. When Elizabeth went missing,
in her room she found wrapped birthday and
Mother’s Day gifts to her from her daughter
which she still refuses to open. Her logic
behind that is simple. She wants her daughter
to see her expression when she opens up her
gifts so she’s saving them until she’s
reunited with her beloved daughter. The family
also has a makeshift memorial to Elizabeth
in the living room of their home. Sadly, Elizabeth’s
father Tom Campbell passed away in 2018 still
heartbroken over his missing daughter. Tom’s
quote in the Unsolved Mysteries segment (regarding
if she has been brainwashed and forced to
be on the streets) is very poignant: “She’s
our daughter, not what somebody’s tried
to make her. She’ll always be our little
girl”. The Campbell family is undeterred
in their fight to find their loved one and
return her to those that love her. I truly
hope they can get all the answers one day
and finally know whether Elizabeth’s disappearance
was the result of trafficking or tragedy.
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THE BLACK HOODED FIGURE THAT HAUNTS ME
This black cloaked hooded entity has visited
me at least four times in my life. I believe
it all began after I bought a kid's puzzle
game that showed a black-cloaked, hooded entity
(skeleton in a black cloak) with an "A" symbol
on its skull's forehead and the title is "Alchemist".
In September 1997, when I was a kid, I was
watching an episode of Zorro on TV with
my mother when Zorro became a black-cloaked
hero to scare his enemies. He made this sound...
" Ooooohooohoooowooooo..." That night at
4:00 a.m., I was awake on my bed when the
bedroom door opened and I heard this exact
same sound, but I knew the TV was turned off
and everyone was sleeping.
I knew this sounded crazy, but it was real.
I stood up on my bed to see outside the door,
and I knew that it was a real ghost this
time, but it was too dark that I did not see
anything. But I know that something was there.
I tried to ignore it and lay back down on
my bed and closed my eyes to sleep. Suddenly,
I became paralyzed and could not move while
I could hear a strange sound that sounded
like a high-pitched airplane engine and I
could see a pathway image in my head as if
I was moving at a very high speed.
It was terrifying, or perhaps this entity
had the power to control my emotions. I was
frightened to the point that I was able to
get control of my hands, so I rubbed my eyes
very fast to get the image away. But then
I became paralyzed again. However, the image
and sound were gone and a new image appeared
that showed a tree and a grassland with two
people who were talking about something. I
was not frightened anymore, so I smiled to
show the ghost that I was not afraid, so
the image disappeared and I was able to open
my eyes and move again.
It seemed that the ghost had a power over
me when I was afraid, but when I was not afraid
of it, then the ghost could not do much.
The next incident happened in 1998 when I
was playing a video game. At the corner of
the reflective frame of the screen of TV,
I could see something moving behind me. It
looked like the black-cloaked hooded figure with
a bit of white skull inside the hood. I looked
back but did not see anything. I was then
overcome with a rancid smell as if something
was dead and rotting for days in my bedroom.
I investigated to see if there was a dead
rat in my bedroom, but I already knew that
was impossible since I lived on the fourth
floor of an apartment building and I had never
seen a rat in my apartment.
The third incident happened late at night.
I could not sleep because I was hungry, so
I went to the kitchen to find something to
eat. While I was slicing some sausage, I caught
something out of the corner of my eye outside
the door of the kitchen. It looked as if there
was a transparent black-cloaked hooded figure
with no legs, no arms, and no face moving
above the floor at a fast speed while its
hood was staring down as if it was looking
down while walking. I wasn't very scared,
but I knew something was there as it moved
from left to right outside the kitchen doorway.
This last incident occurred in August 2013
– more than 15 years after the first incident.
I am not a kid anymore and it's been a long
time since this black-cloaked hooded entity
visited me. But I think it still remembers
me and this is why it came back to see me.
I could hear the ghost making the same sound...
"Oooooooohooohoowooo," just like the first
incident back in 1997 when I was a kid. This
time, however, I could also feel what I believed
to be two hands shaking on my blanket very
fast. And I could hear the sound of chain
rattling as if both of the entity's arms were
wrapped in chain.
It’s as if this entity was once a prisoner
or something and had been executed, which
would explain the chain. I could also smell
that same rancid smell of a dead body, like
the second incident in 1998. Again, I was
able to open my eyes and I wasn't very scared,
but I saw something that looked like the transparent
black-cloaked hooded entity floating in
midair with no legs, no arms, and no face.
To my surprise, it was much smaller than what
I expected. I was expecting to see it standing
next to my bed and looking larger than normal
human size, but it looked smaller and moved
freely in midair. I think this was the first
time I was able to see this entity much clearer
than before.
It seemed to me that this black-cloaked hooded ghost
or entity was not as threatening or evil
as I expected it to be. I don’t know if
it is evil or not, but it was not threatening,
yet at the same time could be frightening,
too.
The lesson I learned is that if you can control
yourself and prove or show the entity that
you are not afraid of it, then this entity
cannot do anything to you. At the same time,
however, ​never ever challenge it or
offend it because perhaps it could also be
dangerous if it gets angry. We cannot underestimate
this entity. I would never recommend anyone
to offend this entity because we might never
know its full capability of what it can do
to us.
From what I have learned, Satanists and
many Devil worshipers would normally wear
this black cloak with a hood during the satanic
ritual, while some Christian priests would
wear a brown cloak with a hood. I suspect
that it could be the ghost of a Satanist who
was prosecuted and executed by the Church
for following Satanism during the medieval
times. Also, a friend once told me that near
where I live there is a small hill where Satanists
used to perform the satanic ritual.
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(Email from Dena): I don’t know where to
write this but your last podcast was effin’
amazing!!  “I drive for Cerber” - It
was so good even my husband who has no interest
in the paranormal likes it. So glad I found
this podcast!!!
(Email from Doni): Darren, thanks for bringing
back “I drive for Cerber” episode. I loved
it the first time and will enjoy it again.
I wish the author would do more! Thanks!
REPLY: Thank you, both, Doni and Dena!  I
have to admit that was one of my favorite
creepy pastas to narrate - SO much fun to
come up with different character voices, especially
Borg.  And Dena - maybe you can get your
husband to be a Thursday listener and then
slowly brainwash him into joining our Cult
of Weird. As for your comment about wishing
the author would do more of them, Doni - thanks
to a YouTube follower I just found out that
there IS a sequel to “I Drive For Cerber”,
I have found it, and I’ll place it on the
list for a future Creepypasta Thursday very
soon. And I’ll also place a link to “I
Drive For Cerber” in the show notes for
those who have not yet given it a listen.
It is a fun one.
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Thursdays. And as a Christian myself, I really
appreciate how you aren’t afraid to to share
a little bit of God’s word at the end of
each episode!
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in my face at the end of the episode. What
even is that.
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always happens after the stories are over
so feel free to skip to the next episode once
the Chamber of Comments begins.
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(Email from Melbadean): Hi Darren, I guess
it's time to tell you my weird and creepy
story. It happened quite a few years ago.
I had always heard that everyone has a guardian
angel, so thinking about that I wondered if
my guardian angel had a name. I decided to,
just for fun, open the dictionary close my
eyes and point to a word and that word would
be my guardian angel's name. I closed my eyes
opened the dictionary and  put my finger
down on the page. I opened my eyes and the
word my finger was on was the word “demoniac”!
I was completely freaked out LOL. {I think
pretty much anyone would be} I started praying
and pleading the blood of Jesus. I closed
my eyes again and opened the dictionary and
placed my finger on the page once again. This
time my finger was on the word “Palmer”.  Definition
of Palmer: “a pilgrim, especially one who
had returned from the Holy Land with a palm
frond or leaf as a sign of having undertaken
the pilgrimage.” I felt much much better
about that name than the first one. I listen
to your podcast at work and I don't recall
ever hearing one about real life encounters
with angels. If you have not done one I think
that it would be a really cool one for you
to do. Thank you for doing all that you do.
You are very appreciated. Sincerely, Melbadean
REPLY: Thanks for the email, Melbadean! Great
suggestion about the angels – I think maybe
I did a story about angels when I first started
the podcast, but that was four and half years
ago so it is high time I revisit that topic.
Thanks for the suggestion. As for choosing
a name for your guardian angel… Yeah, I
can’t imagine your guardian angel would
be too thrilled if you were hang the name
of “Demoniac” on them.  I mean, that’s
just guaranteeing they’ll be bullied by
other angels during recess.  And that could
send your angel down the wrong path, no longer
on the narrow road.  They might hang out
with the wrong crowd, pawning their halo to
get money to buy a motorcycle and then dropping
down to Earth and joining the Hells Angels...
you know, just to be ironic.  They’ll go
to church on Sunday but during the offering
they’ll take money out instead of putting
money in.  Why?  Because your angel needs
the cash to get a tramp stamp that says “My
dad can kick your dad’s butt."  All because
you named your angel “Demoniac”.  So,
yeah; good thing you didn’t stick with that
first choice.
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and more next time! Again, you can find all
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“Beware The Headless Blemmy” by Gemma
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“The Black Hooded Figure That Haunts Me”
by Stephen Wagner for Live About
“Imprisoned In Her Own Room By Her Husband”
from London Overlooked
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Now that we’re coming out of the dark, I’ll
leave you with a little light… John 14:27 =
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives. Do
not let your hearts be troubled and do not
be afraid.
And a final thought... Don’t ask God to
guide your footsteps if you're not willing
to move your feet. - Unknown
I’m Darren Marlar. Thanks for joining me
in the Weird Darkness.
