"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Newspaper Clipping of the Day

If it's Wednesday, that must mean it's time for Weird Blood Sightings!

Yup, I've got another one.  This particular sanguinary riddle is brought to us courtesy of the Virgin Islands in 1962.  A woman named Mary Maguire reported to police that one morning, she woke up to find a trail of blood in her kitchen that led to the bedroom of her young son, who was sleeping in peaceful ignorance that anything peculiar had happened.  She found blood on her refrigerator, kitchen floor, a kitchen cabinet, on her son's bed, and on his chest of drawers.  Mrs. Maguire thought she heard a gate opening around 1 a.m., but aside from that neither she nor her son had seen or heard anything during the night.  Nothing was missing from the Maguire house, and a check of local hospitals indicated that no one had been treated for any injuries that could account for all this blood-letting.

And that, as is usual with our Mystery Blood incidents, seems to have been that.

Incidentally, if you think these stories are creepy, just wait until I get around to posting some of the numerous Mystery Explosion clippings I've accumulated.


  1. I used to be relief manager at a small Mom and Pop type motel with about 20 rooms. One Sunday morning I was doing laundry there and the housekeeper brought me a set of sheets and blankets with blood all over them from one room. A few minutes later, she brought me another set of sheets and blankets with blood all over them from another room. A while later she brought in a set of sheets and blankets with blood all over them from a third room at which point I said, "Okay, who killed somebody in this place?" Not an answer, not a clue.

    1. Good Lord. Sounds like you should probably be writing this blog.

  2. Those are creepy stories, all right. Who came in to the woman's house, why did he leave blood all over and why didn't he try to staunch it? Brrrrr.


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