We’ve all heard of these stories at one time or another…people disappearing without a trace. Whether it be out in the woods or at sea etc., some of these cases have never yielded any results at all in their findings. My personal theories are kind of wide ranging in these cases. One of which I have a very strong suspicion that most if not all of these cases involve these people having been caught up in a temporal tear in the space-time continuum leading these individuals having been transported into perhaps another parallel earth or similar dimension.
Alien abductions? Perhaps a simple case of some of these people wanting to disappear from their friends or family for good reasons? No one to date really knows.
As with the Bermuda Triangle cases, there is more than a few similarities with the cases I have posted below…vanishing without a trace and so on. With the case of the young boy disappearing on his way to fetch fresh water, the mother reported hearing his voice coming from different directions. Did this boy become trapped within another parallel earth by accidentally coming in contact with a rip or “doorway” leading to another reality? One could only wonder.
Read on below. I’ll be posting more on this subject very soon.
THE DIFFICULTY OF CROSSING A FIELD
In this account, said to have occurred on a morning in July, 1854, the fate of a planter named Williamson, who lived six miles from Selma, Alabama, who vanished before the eyes of his wife and child, and a neighbor and his son.
Mr. Armour Wren gave the following account of the matter while under oath in the course of legal proceedings relative to the settlement of the Williamson estate:
“My son’s exclamation caused me to look toward the spot where I had seen the deceased (sic) an instant before, but he was not there, nor was he anywhere visible. I cannot say that at the moment I was greatly startled, or realized the gravity of the occurrence, though I thought it singular. My son, however, was greatly astonished and kept repeating his question in different forms until we arrived at the gate. My black boy Sam was similarly affected, even in a greater degree, but I reckon more by my son’s manner than by anything he had himself observed.” (This sentence in the testimony was stricken out.)
“As we got out of the carriage at the gate of the field, and while Sam was hanging (sic) the team to the fence, Mrs. Williamson, with her child in her arms and followed by several servants, came running down the walk in great excitement, crying: ‘He is gone, he is gone! Oh God! What an awful thing!’ and many other such exclamations, which I do not distinctly recollect. I got from them the impression that they related to something more than the mere disappearance of her husband, even if that had occurred before her eyes. Her manner was wild, but not more so, I think, than was natural under the circumstances. I have no reason to think she had at that time lost her mind. I have never since seen nor heard of Mr. Williamson.”
James Wren insisted that he had seen Mr. Williamson disappear, but he did not give testimony in court. Mrs. Williamson’s manner had become increasingly “wild,” and she did come to lose her reason. The slaves were judged incompetent to testify. The courts decided that Williamson was dead, and his estate was distributed according to law.
AN UNFINISHED RACE
On September 3, 1873, an amateur athlete named James Burne Worson made a tavern wager that he could run to Coventry and back to Leamington, Warwickshire (England), a distance of a bit more than forty miles. Worson set out with the gentleman who had bet against him, a line draper, Barham Wise, and Hamerson Burns, a photographer, following in a light cart.
Worson jogged along for several miles, boastful of his endurance, scornful of the occasional cheer of jeer from the wagon ahead of him.
Then, as the record has it:
“Suddenly–in the very middle of the roadway, not a dozen yards from them, and with their eyes full upon him–the man seemed to stumble, pitched headlong forward, uttered a terrible cry and vanished! He did not fall to the earth–he vanished before touching it. No trace of him was ever discovered.”
As might be expected, the authorities were more than a little skeptical of the fantastic account related by the three eye-witnesses, and the men were taken into custody.
“But they were of good standing, had always been considered truthful, were sober at the time of the occurrence, and nothing ever transpired to discredit their sworn account of their extraordinary adventure, concerning the truth of which, nevertheless, public opinion was divided, throughout the United Kingdom,” Bierce writes. “If they had something to conceal, their choice of means is certainly one of the most amazing ever made by sane human beings.”
CHARLES ASHMORE’S TRAIL
The previous stories are startling in their affect upon the reader. Consider your emotions seeing a loved one vanish before your eyes in the simple acts of crossing a field or running a race. Bierce again claims witnesses for the strange disappearances and presents them as documented occurrences.
In the case of Charles Ashmore, I was bitten early in my career writing about such an incident that occurred step by unsettling step by a farm boy with another name, thus indicating that the tale might be an urban/rural legend upon which Bierce drew to fashion another account of a mysterious disappearance.
When I first read it, as a farm boy of thirteen who did have to bring in the water from the well, I was looking over my shoulder at every step.
On the evening of November 9, 1878, sixteen-year-old Charles Ashmore left the family circle in the farmhouse near Quincy, Illinois, in order to fill the drinking bucket with fresh water from the spring. When he did not return, the family grew uneasy, and Christian Ashmore and his eldest daughter, Martha, took lantern in hand and went in search of the tardy teenager .
A light snow had fallen, obliterating the path, but making the young man’s trail conspicuous; each footprint was plainly defined.
Bierce writes in his account of this classic case of a strange disappearance: “After going a little more than half-way–perhaps seventy-five yards–the father, who was in advance, halted, and elevating his lantern stood peering intently into the darkness ahead. The trail of the young man had abruptly ended, and all beyond was smooth, unbroken snow. The last footprints were as conspicuous as any in the line; the very nail-marks were distinctly visible.”
Ashmore and his daughter took a wide circle around the tracks so that they might remain undisturbed, then they proceeded to the spring. The spring was covered with ice, hours old. The teenaged Charles had not progressed any further toward the spring than his final tracks indicated. And there were no tracks leading away from that ultimate trail.
Young Charles Ashmore had disappeared without a clue. But Bierce writes that four days later Charles’ grief-stricken mother went to the spring for water and returned insisting that she had heard the voice of her son calling to her as she passed the spot where his footsteps had ended. She had wandered about the area, thinking the voice to be coming first from one direction, then from another. She pursued the source of the voice until she had become exhausted with fatigue and emotion.
Later, when authorities questioned her as to what the voice had said, she protested that even though the words were perfectly distinct, she had been unable to receive any continuity of message.
For months afterward, at irregular intervals of a few days, the voice was heard by the several members of the family, and by others. Bierce concluded his account by stating that “all declared it unmistakably the voice of Charles Ashmore; all agreed that it seemed to come from a great distance, faintly, yet with entire distinctness or articulation; yet none could determine its direction, nor repeat its words. The intervals of silence grew longer and longer, the voice fainter and farther, and by midsummer it was heard no more.”