Daily 2 Cents: The Lost Hour -- Tragic 'Mystery' Fire -- That Statue Was Breathing

Wednesday, May 30 2018

Daily 2 Cents: The Lost Hour -- Tragic 'Mystery' Fire -- That Statue Was Breathing

Wednesday, May 30, 2018 Daily 2 Cents: The Lost Hour -- Tragic 'Mystery' Fire -- That Statue Was Breathing The Lost Hour South Charleston, WV - 6/1/1997 05:30: This not a flying craft report. This is a report of something that happened to me and a co-worker on a warm summer night that change the way I see things. We worked the late shift at the restaurant. We got off in the early morning hours and we talked in the parking lot and threw around a football I had in the car for a while. We left (I was taking him to his house in Madison) and we where driving down US 119. There was never any traffic on the road that late at night and we normally stopped at a gas station. When we went by the 24-hour gas station it was closed. We wondered why and made mention of the clerk was probably taking a nap. As we drove on we began talking about something and then I said that car is on the wrong side of the road. It's light were off and it was parked. It should not have been facing towards us on the four lane road. Then he said my dad use to work there (referring to a coal mine) and then I sort of blacked out and when he said something to me it was like I was in a dream. When I came to, I realized the car was going about 10 mph on a 55 mph road. My foot was off the gas. I asked him what happened and he said he couldn't remember what he was saying. I pointed out the speed we were traveling and the parked car. He said that was weird and he felt funny. We talked the whole way home about something else. That is when at his house I noticed the sun coming up. I said it's not time for sunrise. He agreed and we assumed the time had changed. His wife said it changed in the spring and that we were crazy. I was still a young adult living at home. So I called home to tell my mom that I was going to be late. Somehow that night we lost 45 minutes to an hour. He refused to talk about it at work the next day. He tried to turn it into a joke. Years passed and I saw him again and asked him about it. He said I don't know what happened to us out there but something did. That is the truth , we were afraid to talk about it. As time went on I can no longer remember the date or the exact time of departing work or arriving at his house. One thing I can assure you is that it did happen and somewhere out there is the lost hour of my life. I don't know what happened to that time we lost and one thing is for sure I don't ever wish to feel that way again. - NUFORC Tragic 'Mystery' Fire Published in the Sioux Falls, SD 'Argus-Leader' March 23, 1922: Alva, Okla.--Blue flames, their origin a mystery, which burst into being apparently from the air Itself, threaten death to Mrs. Ona Smith, 23 years old, an invalid, who lies paralyzed on a bed in a little cottage here. The authorities are completely baffled and the woman cowers in terror. Bedside watchers, who are keeping vigil day and night, can only leap to the rescue as the mysterious fires break out at intervals in bedding, clothing worn by Mrs. Smith, wall draperies or any inflammable material in the room. Two mattresses have been reduced to smoldering ruins, a calendar on the wall has been ignited, a shawl worn by the invalid has burst into flames and several other blazes started in bedding in the last few days. The first fire came at midnight Wednesday. The flames, which suddenly leaped up from the bottom of the mattress on the bed were extinguished by Mrs. Smith's mother, Mrs. John Meyers. Later the mattress caught fire in another another spot. Friday a calendar on the wall blazed. Soon afterward the carpet ignited. An aunt, Mrs. Mary Wagner, was in the room at the time. The invalid was removed from the bed to a chair. Her shawl flamed as it touched the floor. All bedding and apparel were removed from the room and a new mattress installed. It burst into flames yesterday morning, witnessed by several among them a newspaper reporter. Dr. C. L. Rogers, who was called in following the first blaze, failed to solve the mystery. Speculation here is rife concerning the reason for the fires. Theories advanced include spiritualism, chemical reaction from urine and incendiarism. Witnesses say the fires seem to start in the air, blue flames jumping and crackling. That Statue Was Breathing “I was about 17 years old and living with my father in Globe, AZ. We ended up going to Phoenix for my step mother's doctor appointment for some specialist visit, I didn't pry as to what it was for. But I was 17 and my dad entrusted me to be able to be floating around by myself so long as I didn't go too awful far so I figured I'd step outside and just take in the sights. I couldn't really speak with anyone because it's a pain being deaf in a heavily populated area, so I just went about my ways looking around and seeing the sights. And there I saw a statue of a native american with a smoking pipe sitting on a block, one leg outstretched ahead of himself, the other bent with it's foot on the ground and long pipe in hand. I just stared at the statue rather fixated by it's very detailed craftsmanship. I started shortly having a very uneasy feeling about the statue the longer I looked at it. It was very slow and very subtle, but I swear the statue was breathing.” - CryptoDeaf DO YOU ENJOY 'PHANTOMS & MONSTERS?' 'Phantoms & Monsters' has always been a free access blog and newsletter. It is one of the very few paranormal / cryptozoology sites that offers first-hand information on breaking incidents and investigations. The site survives solely on donations. If you would like to support the newsletter, blog and my work, you can use one of the donation buttons on the blog or newsletter, or go to Paypal.com and use my email [email protected] as the payee. Thanks again. Lon