>The Devil's Footprints is a name given to a phenomenon that occurred in Devon, England, in 1855: after a light snowfall, trails of hoof-like marks appeared in the snow, following primarily straight lines for over 100 miles. The footprints were so called because some people believed that the footprints were the tracks of Satan, as they were allegedly made by a cloven hoof.
The book I read said that the accounts given to the church was suggesting that this thing went through walls and left he snow undisturbed either side. I wish I stole the book from him.
I've seen foot, hand and body prints left in rocks by Tantric Yogis before. Some more vague than others, but some really do look like when you put your thumb into soft butter and it leaves details like contours and fingerprints.
>Some well armed citizens sent the newspaper invitations for the Axeman to visit their houses that night and see who got killed first. One invitation promised to leave a window open for the Axeman, politely asking that he not damage the front door.
Lads throughout history.
Thanks for the list, I'll have a lot of fun with this. I stumbleupon'd something similar recently, but not as interesting as this. Cheers anon.
So I was just reading some of these links and I've come across a great and almost true idea for a quite spooky plot:
London, 1788: A serial killer dubbed The London Monster stabs women to death. A man is arrested and sentenced to death for these crimes but historians question his guilt - he had alabis for many of the deaths.
London, 1888: A serial killer stabs women to death. Mocking letters written in red ink are sent to the press, with the killer dubbing himself Jack the Ripper and complaining that the blood he collected had congealed enough to stop him from writing the letters with it. Nobody is ever caught, and the murderer is never so much as seen.
London, 1988: A woman is stabbed to death in a train carriage. (I'm working on stuff for this one). Nobody is ever caught, and the murderer is never so much as seen.
OOOooooOOOOooo, what if the vengeful spirit of The London Monster is returning every 100 years and stabbing women to death?
>On the 1st January 1972 (8 months before my 25th birthday) Frank convinced me that it was, in fact, the 1st January 1971. He did this, ostensibly, to help me explaining to any interested parties that I was not married and I had no chance of getting married in the next 8 months and that, therefore, the deception would save my life as, when I was a teenager, I had told him that I desperately wanted to get married and that if I was not married by the time I was 25 I would commit suicide. Therefore by convincing me that I was 23 instead of 24, an extra year would be gained in which to find some way of making sure I did not bring about my own demise.
>Incredibly, people believed Frank's story and the idea worked very well and succeeded in its objective of totally isolating me from people as, whenever I started talking to a stranger, an Uxbridge copper obviously had to interrupt the conversation, ostensibly to make sure the stranger did not reveal the correct date. The copper would take the stranger to one side, where he would have a quiet word and convince him that it was better if he did not talk to me. The isolation was compounded by the fact that, as I was one year behind, I was also one day behind everyone else, this meant that if I went to an event such as the Bank Holiday Fair on Wormwood Scrubs Common there was nobody there as it was already over.
>>2021>>2023 >In 2005, Ian Ball set up a website from Broadmoor Hospital. On the site he explained that the kidnap was in fact an elaborate hoax set up by himself, offering 1 million pounds to anyone who could prove it was a hoax. Ball also paid £15 to the Anarchist magazine Class War for an advert to promote his cause. He later sent Class War a letter complaining of their cowardice in refusing to display the advertisement. Class War did actually run the advertisement in issue 90. In his explanation, Ball claims to be ‘the most dangerous working-class dissenter this country has ever had and is ever likely to have’. At the time of the attempted kidnapping Ball stated his intention was to raise a ransom of 2 million pounds for the National Health Service.
It subtly suggests that Ian Ball did not write the site and that the whois info is fraudulent. It also poses some ethical questions to Broadmoor's management, not renowned for their honesty or human rights record.
