An article the other week in the Local Regional paper (by author Tom Sleman) Regarding The "Takers" Prompted 2 memories (years befor I heard of this Story) The First was my Mom losing a Bag in a busy Cafe(over 40 years ago) She and My Dad had accounted for all the Luggage off the Train and the family marched into the cafe Luggage was put beneath the Table. And as we were walking out there was 1 bag short (no money - just baby clothes) My Parents enquired of the station staff (and Cafe staff too) with No Joy ...Had to buy some more items for the vacation(too far to go home and repack) When we got back home the first thing they did for to see if the Bag had been left behind --- Answer=NO
Now roll on to the 1990s I was on my way back from Town ,and it was Late about 10PM I had a Bright Blue Camping Rucksack and It was full of Fabric Scraps and was bulky Now I was walking down a path I used often Nobody around (quiet even in Daylight) and I paused took off the Bag and Placed it a yard away just off the Path in Plain view Looked around stretched myself
Look for My bag ...GONE! How? Not a soul about. Nearest house is about 200 yds distant!
Here is what Slemen wrote:
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TAKERS? Mooney was intrigued by the term. "My name for them," Kennedy told his friend with a wry smile, "but an accurate name nevertheless. Thousands of objects - and even people - go missing without a trace each year.
"When you put your house-keys down on a table and then suddenly discover they're not there, you put it down to your own absentmindedness, but what if that isn't the case at all?"
Kennedy took a small silver flask of whiskey from the inside breast pocket of his coat, unscrewed the top, and closed his eyes to the incandescent coals as he drank the liquid fire.
"What are they? Where are they from?" Mooney reflected on the lucent orange-hot landslide of coal and snow-white ash in the grate. Each little crevice looked like a glowing cave in Hell.
"I haven't a clue," admitted Kennedy, "but I believe in worlds within worlds. We are never alone in this Universe; just think of the teeming life that shares this house - everything from pinhole- boring bugs to rats - I've counted over one hundred species of insects, mollusca and mammals that live in my lodging house, excluding the lodgers. Silverfish beetles, cheese mites, bats in the attic, centipedes; the list goes on.
"Most of the time we are completely unaware of these life forms, and I believe there are other undiscovered realms right under our noses, and the Takers live in one of them. I've studied reports of these things for years. It usually starts with missing items and ends in an impossible murder - "We'll have to move house," Mooney interrupted, remembering the fangs of that spine-chilling little figure.
"That would be a wise thing to do," his friend replied, "and I shall help you move."
That very night, Mrs Mooney - a highly superstitious woman - held hands with her husband at her mother's house on Breeze Hill. She instructed him to fetch her dresses, underwear and all of the children's clothes from the house, and she also asked him to bring the cat Flynn to her mother's home as well.
Mooney and his friend Kennedy went to the house in Aspinall Street at 8pm, and found the living-room ransacked. There was blood and scarlet paw-prints on the tablecloth.
Upstairs, Mr Mooney discovered that his daughter's rocking horse, which had been in the family for generations, was missing. This enraged him, and he decided there and then to fight back.
"Flynn!" Mooney called for his cat with a lump in his throat, and Kennedy found the animal, wounded but alive and shaking under an overturned bookcase. The cat had sustained a minor cut to its front left paw.As Mooney stroked the feline, he told Kennedy to get rid of the Takers. "Why should I move?" he ranted, and Kennedy righted a chair then looked him in the eye. "Patrick, it'd be easier for you and your family if you moved."
But Mooney was having none of it, and he fetched an old hatchet from the coal cellar and then examined the section of wall next to the fireplace.
"It came from that spot," he told Kennedy. "Are you certain?" his friend said, and Mooney nodded. Kennedy took a stub of chalk from his trouser pocket and sketched a strange seven-sided geometrical shape on the wall where the Taker had come from.
Mooney swore as the chalked lines began to glow with a crimson light. "God help us," muttered Kennedy...
I HAVE been reading Tom Slemen's story about The Takers in the ECHO each week, and it got me thinking. On three occasions I have lost items in my home in creepy circumstances.
In Christmas 1979, I took the turkey out of the oven, ready to serve it to guests who would be arriving in 15 minutes. I was alone in my house at the time. I left the kitchen for about two minutes to put Christmas crackers on the table, and when I returned, the turkey and oven dish it was in had vanished. To this day I have not discovered what became of that turkey.
In 1988, a quilt I had made went missing off my bed. I discovered this at 3am after returning from the toilet. There was no one else in the house at the time. And finally, in early December last year a large tin box of biscuits vanished right in front of myself and two witnesses, moments after I put them down on the kitchen table. My sister-in-law and her friend were really spooked by the incident. Were the ‘Takers’ Tom describes in his story responsible for these vanishing items?
Astonishing? Do you kmow of anything similar?
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You bet. Where's my flash drive? I have gone over the floor on my hands and knees; emptied EVERY DRAWER in my desk;
and I mean a decent search. Took every item out of the drawer, placed it on a clear surface (no other objects on the surface) then cleaned the drawer with damp tissue paper, (might as well, while I was at it) then returned each item one at a time;
checked both waste baskets, the recycle one and the serious garbage tiny one; looked in the cat's toy box (the drive was pretty cute); it has vaporized.
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Over the years I have heard 2 explanations on why things go missing.
First, every physical object is vibrating at its own vibratory rate. when this vibratory rate is disturbed or changed, the object is removed to an alternate dimension where its new vibratory rate makes the object stable again. This dimension is bobbing around and moving about in relation to our own and when the disapeared object's vibratory rate once again returns to normal, the object appears back in our dimension, but in a new location.
Second, and I think this was in a movie or something, is that every unit of our time is constructed and destructed as we pass through it by some unknown force/beings. An object that has apparently disappeared was simply forgotten by the force/beings to be put back into place in the new time construction. One movie that I recently saw called The Langoliers uses this sort of idea for its plot, but that's not the story that I first heard this concept from. Anyone remember any story like this, like maybe a Twilight Zone or Outer Limits episode?
First, every physical object is vibrating at its own vibratory rate. when this vibratory rate is disturbed or changed, the object is removed to an alternate dimension where its new vibratory rate makes the object stable again. This dimension is bobbing around and moving about in relation to our own and when the disapeared object's vibratory rate once again returns to normal, the object appears back in our dimension, but in a new location.
Maybe that's what happened to Fred yesterday!
A flash drive is a tiny drive that plugs right into a USB socket on the back of the computer. Mine stores 4 gig. The case is less than two inches long, There are much higher capacity ones. They are more practical than CD's for backup because they're very fast and you can back up with only one command usually. Like this.
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A flash drive is a tiny drive that plugs right into a USB socket on the back of the computer.
Yup. Could be. There are times when I vibrate with such a frequency that I hum.
It is a memory stick. Memory stick turns out to be Sony's proprietary name for it, which, like 'hoover' for 'vacuum cleaner', has come to be the everyday name for the object in Britain.
Their favourite use in Britain is leaving them on trains.Government employees keep sensitive data on theirs and leave them on trains.This is done for the tabloid press to have something to write about.
Technology is full of traps for the unwary. Did Prince Charles not know that cel phones are vulnerable? Oh, well, he married the lady.
The Duke of Kent said on the occasion of the death of his niece, Princess Charlotte, in 1817, that he felt it was his duty to marry and have a child, as his brothers were too old to father an heir. But he didn't want to marry. It would mean giving up his mistress of 27 years. He himself was 50 at the time.
But he did his duty, marrying a German princess. And the next year, in 1819, Victoria was born. The duke died in 1820.
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I never saw anything disappear or experienced anything having gone missing. However, I remember that on the rare occasions that my Polish mother would wish someone dead, he/she would soon die. With lack of a viable explanation, a friend of mine called it "the Polish curse."
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Not a soul about. Nearest house is about 200 yds distant!
