A tomb containing several Stone Age generations of human remains dating back up to 5,000 years, along with a few otter skeletons of the same era, have been located on an island in Northern Scotland. The Tomb of the Otters, signifies the most important neolithic find this region has seen in over 30 years.
So, why are there otter bones amongst the final resting place of so many humans? Apparently the tomb wasn’t used very often and someone forgot to close the door when they left.
“It suggests the tomb was not entirely sealed and that otters were trampling in and out a lot” throughout the tomb’s use, (county archaeologist for Orkney, Julie) Gibson said.
“For that to occur, you must think there was a gap of a year or two” between grave visits or burials.
The site was discovered when a resident attempted to level an area of his property to give himself a better ocean view. You know, to see the otters.
A California hunter is fearing for his livelihood after killing a mother Sasquatch and one of her children on a desolate road. According to web rumors culled by BigfootSightings.com, the man is worried that the killing violates his California hunting license which strictly regulates what can and cannot be killed. Bigfoot is nowhere to be found on the list of animals appropriate to kill. Furthermore, new DNA evidence about the elusive Bigfoot could prove the animals to be partially human which could open him up to murder charges.
The story is that a hunter in Plumas County, CA was threatened by a female Bigfoot, old enough to have gray hair. She was, according to him, blocking the road and making gestures that made him feel threatened, so he got out of his vehicle and shot her.
Then he says there were two young Sasquatches in the forest nearby, obviously upset by the female’s death. The hunter is reported to have shot and killed one of them.
The story continues that there were two other hunters with him. One became hysterical and they took away the rifle and wouldn’t let him shoot the third Bigfoot.
Oleg Kirzhakov began November 2nd, 1989 as a Soviet-era, long-haul trucker in Mother Russia. He ended it as best friends to a race of aliens that shared his love for Bigfoot and promised to never be farther than 15 seconds away from him should he ever get into trouble.
En route from the northern territory of Arkhangelsk to capital city Moscow, he and his partner Nikolai stumbled upon what looked to be roadside construction equipment. What they found was something far more important. It was a UFO, complete with a sheen metal exterior, a electronic field that cut off electricity to Oleg’s rig and a telekinetic bond that projected a screen into Oleg’s field of vision so they could communicate.
After a bizarre request for matches, which Oleg fetched only to have a black “mass” come off the ship to retrieve, the curious truck driver decided it was time to get some answers. He boarded the ship.
The recess was a three- dimensional information screen, on which I was shown the interior of another sister ship, with the same moving ‘masses’ (during the demonstration, the two ‘masses’ in our ship were motionless).
Then, they showed a ship in space, among the stars, and at the end of the demonstration, they showed the presenter of a Soviet television program called Vremya.
Oleg couldn’t help but ask a few more questions:
“I asked question after question. The answers I received were heard in my head before I saw them on the screen. I asked, ‘What kind of ship am I on now? What kind of propulsion system do you use to make it fly?’
In response I was told that this spacecraft was a scout ship and used electromagnetic fields to fly. I was also told that they were studying our planet, which they need as a springboard to the future.
In response to my question ‘Do you have any connection with Bigfoot?’, they said, ‘Yes’ and added that they watch Bigfoot continuously.
You love Bigfoot? I love Bigfoot! We totally need to hang out more! When… will… I see you guys again…?
“Then I asked, ‘Is it possible to see you once again?’ They said, ‘If you are in danger we will find you within 15 seconds’.
Oleg de-boarded and got back in his truck while the ship enveloped itself into a ball of light and silently shot to the stars.
A woman in Kazan, Russia was rushed to the hospital by her husband after reportedly suffering chest pains and collapsing. Doctors soon told her devastated husband the sad news, his wife was dead.
Family was called and preparations were made for the funeral.
But there was one very special guest in attendance: Fagilyu Mukhametzyanov, the woman who had earlier received the death diagnosis and was currently surrounded by mourning family and friends praying for her soul to go to heaven.
We can’t understand a word of this report but it seems as if a nosy dog owner recording his mutt running around happened upon some kind of levitation training session. A girl wearing a red parka levitates what looks to be 12 feet off the ground and hovers. She returns to the ground and then runs away with an older supervisor.
Are there a team of Russian mutants training in the woods? You be the judge.
Thank to Weird Things reader Kevin for sending this in.
Fans of J Pop girl group AKB48 were delighted to see the addition of a new member in a candy commercial. Her name is Aimi Eguchi and she smiled and waves alongside her new band mates as they happily sung the virtues of Ezaki Glico. Yum!
But there is something about Aimi…
Fans immediately took to message boards and pounded out furious speculation on who the new girl was, why they hadn’t heard of her before the commercial and if she was related to one of the other AKB48 songbirds, because she looks a lot like… well… all of them.
The secret: Aimi Eguchi is a digital creation. Her face and body are a composite of the other girls. Ya’ll wanna see how it’s made? Let’s take a look at this behind the seasons demonstration featuring the AKB48 gals doing what they do best, singing their little faces off (so they can make another face):
Want even more? Listen to this comment from Aimi. Is there any doubt in your mind now that a totally digital pop star is a reality, if not already in our midst? Would anyone be surprised if Bruno Mars was really an elaborate project to market a singing version of a young Muhammed Ali?
A great white shark tour operator in Australia has made a startling discovery. Sharks love AC/DC. They love them so much, playing their songs is a more effective method of luring sharks than spreading chum in the water. After all, they may not always be hungry but there is always time to RAWK!
“We know the AC/DC music works best by trial and error, and we are doing more research to see what works best with different species of shark,” says Waller.
Apparently, sharks are attracted by songs in the low frequency range, and two AC/DC songs in particular are best at working the great whites into a frenzy — namely the tunes You Shook Me All Night Long and, fittingly, If You Want Blood. Waller, whose business allows tourists to get up close and personal with the ocean predators in shark cages, says the music even gets the sharks head-banging, in a way.
This leaves only two possibly evolutions for sharks to become even more metal: 1) be made out of fire 2) wield a battle axe.
A man’s home is his castle. The sense of satisfaction derived from looking out his bedroom window at night and knowing “these walls protect my pregnant wife and family” can provide the strength to carry him through the day. It is the American dream.
Unless when you look out your window you see the ground move. You’d inch closer to get a better look at why this strange phenomenon is happening if you didn’t already know the answer. It seems the idyllic $180,000 home you purchased in rural Idaho is infested by thousands of snakes. Sliding through the grass, contaminating your well water supply and slithering inside the walls.
Your castle has been besieged by dragons.
Each day, before his pregnant wife and two small boys got out of bed, Sessions said he would do a “morning sweep” through the house to make sure none of the snakes had made it inside. That didn’t always work. One day, he heard his wife scream from the laundry room, where she had almost stepped on a snake. He rushed into the room to find that she’d jumped onto a counter.
“I was terrified she was going to miscarry,” he said…
At the height of the infestation, Sessions said he killed 42 snakes in one day before he decided he couldn’t do it anymore. He had waged war against the snakes and “they won.”
The Sessions family fled the home and now JP Morgan Chase who owns the property has delisted it for future sale.
That bad mother above is the DEVIL WORM. CUE MUSIC
It was once thought that life could not live more than a few dozen feet below the ground. Those non-believers are now proven to the be foolish mortals the DEVIL WORM always knew them to be. CUE MORE MUSIC
The new nematode species—called Halicephalobus mephisto partly for Mephistopheles, the demon of Faustian legend—suggests there’s a rich new biosphere beneath our feet.
Before the discovery of the newfound worm at depths of 2.2. miles (3.6 kilometers), nematodes were not known to live beyond dozens of feet (tens of meters) deep. Only microbes were known to occupy those depths—organisms that, it turns out, may be the food of the 0.5-millimeter-long worm.
The lights have amazed enthusiasts and confounded researchers for decades. Many swear they are evidence of UFOs emerging from an underground facility in the mountains. One hypothesis posits it might be a cluster of macroscopic Coulomb crystals in a plasma produced by the ionization of air and dust by Alpha particles during radon decay in the dusty atmosphere.
Either way, it’s pretty odd. Here is an hour-long documentary talking about it. Thanks to Weird Things reader Ben from Norway.
The Davis County Sheriff’s Mounted Posse Junior Queen Contest of Farmington, UT was the victim of a rare equine herpes outbreak which has affected many Western states and cancelled all horse related activities in Utah. For those curious, equine herpes is spread through nasal secretions when horses nuzzle together.
So these young women to the track with their own gallop astride stick horses. Giddy-up.
Here is world famous mentalist The Amazing Kreskin on why he wasn’t sweating all the Rapture talk by Harold Camping one week ago:
“I immediately checked my predictions for this year, and finding nothing regarding such, went on with my life.
“Of course, if we are to respect for even a fleeting second the pronouncement of this holy man and his conviction, we certainly would expect that he turned over every single solitary penny of his possessions to a charity by the day before the end of the world. Not doing that would label his pronouncements as phony as a $3 bill.
“Of course this holds true as well for all the individuals who were ‘passionately certain’ that the end of the world was definitely coming. Unless they relinquished all of their life savings, the question becomes, ‘Why haven’t they entered politics, where lying through one’s teeth is clearly one of the basic skills of the profession?’”
Someone is predicting the end of the world. Let me open by Trapper Keeper of yearly predictions. Hmmmm…. Hines Ward wins Dancing With The Stars, The Hangover II is boring, Sarah Palin announces she is running for president. Nope, nothing in here about the ascension of all God’s children into heaven. Case closed.
It’s a lonely Ontario night. You’re on the highway driving back home, listening to the radio station you always find yourself glued to: Air band radio, the communication frequency used by air traffic control and the pilots they guide in and out of Toronto’s International Airport.
Just then, over the airwaves crackles a tone of voice not often heard. Unease, curiosity, maybe even a hint of panic? It’s a pilot, he’s talking to air traffic control, but you can only hear one side of the conversation. As Highway 400 disappears under your tires, you pump your breaks, hoping you don’t lose the signal before you’ve heard more of what the pilot has to say:
Pilot: “I am a hunter and I can tell you they looked like group of ducks – but ducks flying at 25.1?” (25,100 feet AGL)
“It was pretty fast, whatever it was!”
“I know this will sound weird, but I’ve seen jets flying out of Cold Lake (Alberta) and it didn’t look like that.”
Before you turn the key on your apartment, you look into the sky and think about what the pilot saw. It had to still be out there. Wherever “out there” was.
Harold Camping, who predicted that the Rapture would commence last Saturday, has informed his bewildered followers that the actual date of final judgement is October 21st.
The October date was originally slated at the day Camping claimed Jesus would return to Earth after five months of tribulation in which our Earth would be consumed in global earthquakes. As for the May date, Camping said the following on his radio network Monday night:
…God is “loving and merciful,” and had decided not to punish the humanity with five months of destruction.
But he maintains that the end of the world is still coming.
“We’ve always said October 21 was the day,” Camping said during his show. “The only thing we didn’t understand was the spirituality of May 21. We’re seeing this as a spiritual thing happening rather than a physical thing happening. The timing, the structure, the proofs, none of that has changed at all.”
What will not happen again is the nationwide advertising push spearheaded by Campings’ Family Radio network. Camping maintains the world has been warned.