Hello friends!
Steve Stockton here with you!
Welcome to our latest video...
In this episode; by popular demand,
we present another series of cases where people have suddenly appeared - as if from nowhere.
Join us!
Now the stories we normally cover on this channel of people who seem
to have disappeared from the face of the earth...
definitely have a unique eerie quality about them.
But perhaps what is almost as disturbing, if not even more so,
is people that seem to have appeared from nowhere!
The following cases are astoundingly bizarre and some almost border on the supernatural.
Are these time travelers examples of spontaneous trans teleportation,
visitors from an alternate dimension, portals?
Of course it's up to you to decide what you personally believe.
But here are some more strange appearances for you to ponder...
The Philippine Soldier
On October 26, 1593, a dazed man walked the streets of Mexico City near the town plaza.
Guards took notice of the man due to his strange appearance and his demeanor.
The man was donning a pristine Philippine Military uniform
and seemed to be in a trance as he wandered the area.
This area was under heavy security at the time and the guards were concerned
how the “intruder” slipped into the restricted area.
It seemed as though he had just materialized from thin air.
The guards quickly detained the stranger and began questioning him.
The following statement is what the man had to say.
Claiming his name was Gil Perez, the man told the suspicious guards that he himself
was also a guard and a soldier tasked with a high alert status in Manila where Governor
Don Gomez Perez Dasmarinas had just been assassinated that day.
Tired from his lengthy post,
he had simply leaned against a wall and closed his eyes but for a moment.
Upon opening them he was shocked to see new surroundings and smell unfamiliar scents.
Not letting this new set of circumstances deter him from his duties,
he tried to find a familiar area to return to his post
but quickly realized the men around him were wearing different uniforms.
He tried to remain calm and inconspicuous, but obviously
the different uniform and bewildered look on his face as a scanned the
unfamiliar surroundings landed him in the interrogation room, where he now sat in.
The guards having been suspicious before were now on high alert from this fantastical tale.
These guards didn’t give into flights of fancy and promptly threw the man into the prison,
charging him with being a lair at the very least and most assuredly a servant of the devil.
Although it was unknown in Mexico at the time;
the death of Governor Dasmarinas, had in deed taken place.
This information would not be delivered until months after the strange man was imprisoned,
when a ship from the Philippians arrived carrying amongst other soldiers,
news of the Manilla Governors death.
The tale was backed by a supposed friend of Perez stating he knew the soldier and
actually witnessed him on duty the day he was transported or arrived in Mexico City.
Having to give some stock to the man’s wild accounts,
the Mexican guards decided to lend some credence to the seemingly true
although far fetched accounts of the day’s events for their prisoner.
Having several of the ship’s men vouch for him,
Perez was said to have been released and allowed to return home on the ship to Manilla.
This story has been retold over centuries and
undoubtedly lost some facts and may have even gained some tall tales.
But who knows?
Perez accounts of that day have widely been disputed as the ramblings of a deserter.
Others claim Perez was abducted by aliens and teleported to the area where he was found.
Still other claim this is an early documentation of interdimensional portals at play.
Next...
A Century Behind the Times
New York City is not a place that one would want to become lost in,
especially if they weren’t even from the time period, they were supposedly found in.
1950’s New York City was no stranger to beautifully dressed people,
but a warm June day in 1950 found a thirty-year-old man
dressed to the nines, wandering about in the streets, appearing hopelessly lost.
The man stepped out in front of a taxi and was struck, killing him almost instantly.
The body was taken to the medical examiners office where the details became strange fairly quickly.
At first glance the man was nicely dressed in clothing that was at least a century old.
His clothing consisted of shoes that were fastened with buckles
that were a from a previous time period.
He also carried bank notes that were from the 1870’s, a letter from Philadelphia dated
June 1867, a 5-cent copper coin that had a saloon name on it no one had ever heard of,
a bill from an unknown livery stable for the care of a horse, an d a business card
for Rudolph Fentz with an address that no one had ever heard of.
Captain Hubert V. Rihm of the New York Police Department Missing Persons Division
took over the case in hopes of notifying the next of kin or
finding someone that could help identify the stranger.
The only leads the captain had were the few items found on the expired man.
Rihm first tried the business card but upon contacting an employee
learned that no one had ever heard of the man and in fact, the name on the
business card was no one that was registered as working there or having ever worked there.
Digging deeper into the investigation, the detective tried a phonebook.
He was met with the same results; the name didn’t exist and no next of kin could be located.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, Rihm came across the name
Rudolf Fenz Jr. in a phone directory dated for 1939.
He dialed the number and an elderly lady that claimed to be the widow of the late Fenz Jr.
had a tale almost to bizarre to believe.
The lady explained that in 1876, Rudolf Fenz Sr. had gone out for a
daily walk as this was routine for the thirty-one-year-old.
But on this day, he never returned home.
The man she was married to, Rudolf Fenz Jr. was the only child of the missing man.
An investigation ensued but no clues as to the disappearance of Sr. was ever found.
Hanging up the phone, captain Rihm sat in his chair, reviewing in his
head the strange circumstances that surrounded the unidentified man in the medical examiner’s office
and the story in which he had just been told.
Believing that no sane person would ever take these newly discovered facts
as evidence to an identification of the man, Rihm decided to fact check the lady’s story.
He looked for a news articles he could find about the missing man in 1876 and came across
a writeup about a massive investigation into the disappearance of Rudolf Fenz Sr.
Just as the lady described, he had gone for a walk and never was heard from again.
Investigators searched high and low for the man but in vain.
It was if he had vanished into thin air.
The article even gave an account of the clothing and included a picture of the missing man in 1876
that was a complete match for the stranger from 1950.
This was impossible to Rihm, so much so that he decided not to mention his
findings to others at the station in fear he wouldn’t be believed.
It is said that captain Rihm, “dropped the findings from the official investigation.”
How did this stranger materialize in 1950’s New York City and be a
complete match for a man that went missing almost a century prior?
Was it some kind of time warp vortex he stumbled into while on his daily walk?
Was it two different men that closely resembled one another?
Maybe a doppelganger?
Perhaps this is one mystery that time is unwilling to share its secrets about.
Just a side note here...
this story was retold in a 1972 May/June edition by the name, “The Journal of Borderland Research.”
In the notes, it was said to have been originally penned by science fiction author Jack Finney,
under the title name of “I’m Scared.”
Being as Finney was a fiction author, many believe this was a fantastical fictional
tale woven by a man with an overactive imagination and put to paper as such.
However, many others believe this to be a true account.
You decide.
Next..
The Enigma that was Kasper Hauser
A young boy wandered the streets of Nuremburg, Barvaria, Germany
seemingly able to do little more than write his name and communicate that he,
“wanted to become a cavalryman, just as his father was.”
The boy was found bearing two letters in his pocket.
The first read,
“To Captain von Wessenig Kapser Hauser was attained as an infant,
taken in, educated at home, and has never left the confines of the house.
Kasper wishes to be a cavalryman, just as his father was. Either take him in or hang him.”
The second letter, penned by the same person read,
“Kasper Hausen is my son. His father is no longer alive.
I haven’t the means to care for the boy. He wishes to become a cavalryman.”
The letters were in the same handwriting and were supposedly the mother of the boy,
or at least someone communicating they were his caregiver.
At any rate, the boy could only speak his name and the word, “horse.”
When offered food, he would only consume water and bread.
He knew little of daily life functions such as money, basic grooming/hygiene,
reading, writing, and social skills.
People in Nuremburg wondered if the boy was in fact a feral child,
raised by beasts in the forest as that would certainly explain his
lack of social skills and being happy to survive on the most basic foods.
But if this were the case, whom would have written the letters?
As Kasper was able to learn to function in society, he began to tell a story of being raised
in a cellar with little room, just enough to hunch over in and a few wooden toys to keep him company.
He never laid eyes on his caregiver but was given a straw cot to sleep on,
water and bread every morning, and lived completely alone in the “dungeon.”
Then one day a mysterious man came for him and taught the youngster how to walk, say the phrase,
“I want to be a cavalryman, just as my father was, and the word horse.”
This man was the first person he had ever had contact within his short life.
Kasper didn’t know what any of the words he spoke meant
but he was able to remember them by repetition before being released.
As his story was spread around Germany, other would repeat it in travels around
the world and soon, Kasper Hauser was a bit of a celebrity, but still an enigma.
People either thought his story was true and felt sorry for him
or they reckoned he was a out right liar.
A schoolmaster by the name of Friedrich Daumer took the boy in and began to teach
him in a wide variety of subjects which Kasper seemed to pick up rather easily,
further driving speculation that he was lying.
October 17, 1829, would find Kasper in the cellar of his home where he was
attacked by a hooded intruder that left a gash on the boys forehead.
Having missed lunch that day, Daumer came across the dazed boy that was able to recount the attack
and state that the intruder sounded just like the man that had brought him to Nuremburg.
Kasper said he was threatened by the man before he cut a gash into his forehead
and then as quickly as the attack had begun, the man was gone.
Kasper hid in the cellar until he was found later that day.
After this, Kasper Hausen was moved into a care facility
and was left in the charge of Joann Bibetbach.
He would be no safer there than he was in his last quarters.
On April 3, 1830, a gunshot coming from Kasper’s room caught the attention of Joann.
Pressed for events leading to the gash now on his temple,
He explained he was trying to retrieve books from a shelf and had knocked a gun from the wall,
causing it to fall and discharge, hitting him in the head.
The wound was little more than a graze,
but Kasper was again moved to another location for his safety.
This time he would stay with a landowner by the name of Baron von Tucher.
It was at this juncture that the boy’s reputation started to take a hit. Bibetbach and Tucher
accused the boy of being “skilled in the art of dissimulation” and “full of vanity and spite.”
Rumors started to spread that the attack by the knife wielding intruder and the
accidental gunshot wound was a ploy to get people to feel sorry for him.
A British nobleman took the boy in next.
Lord Stanhope spent a large amount of resources to track down the boy’s past
accounts of his childhood, but was unable to substantiate any claims
that had initially opened the doors of many willing to care for Kasper Hauser.
Yet again, Kasper would be passed to at least two
more caregivers that would echo the misgivings of former charges.
One even going so far as to state,
“Kasper Hauser is a smart, scheming codger, a rogue,
a good for nothing that ought to be killed.”
Kasper Hauser’s end would be just as mysterious and rife with the enigma that was his life.
On December 14, 1833, the boy would wander into his home with a deep gash to his chest
stating he was yet again attacked by a knife wielding man in the Ansbach Court area of town.
Police investigating the claim would find a purse on the ground with a letter inside that read,
“Hauser will be able to tell you quite precisely how I look and from where I am.
To save Hauser the effort, I want to tell you myself from where I come _ _. I come
from _ _ _ the Bavarian border _ _ On the river _ _ _ _ _ I will even tell you the name: M. L. O.”
Police were unable to verify the letters origin or attainment of any other clues.
Kasper Hausen would expire on December 17, 1833, from the chest wound.
His headstone in the local cemetery has a death date and little else.
It has been speculated that Kasper Hauser was actually a prince that was cast away from
his rightful place in the Baden royalty in favor of another son becoming King.
Historians dismiss this claim and the legend that
was Kasper Hausen is another mysterious appearance in the times of history.
Next...
The man without a Country
The man appeared dressed as any other businessman would.
Nice Suit, tie, leather shoes, a passport, ID, briefcase, and a story that started out
as plausible but quickly aroused suspicions of customs agents in a Tokyo airport.
The man stepped off a plane from Europe and made his way to the customs counter
where he was randomly stopped and asked questions about his business in Tokyo.
“Business” was the answer he would give.
He was certainly dressed for the part.
But upon inspection of the passport he provided, there was a problem.
The passport was issued from Taured, a country that didn’t exist.
Customs questioned the man further about where he was staying,
which company he was there to do business with, and asked to show his passport and identification.
The passport was indeed from the country he had stated, he was fluent in Spanish,
French, English, Japanese, and seemingly the language spoke in his native country.
He possessed currency from several of the countries he said he had been to and stamps
in his passport that was originally issued from Taured showed he had been to Tokyo at least
three times and traveled around Europe, just as he had stated when questioned by customs.
The man was escorted to a holding room and questioned further about the country he was from.
When presented with a map, the man pointed out a country by the name of Andorra.
When the customs agents told the man that he was pointing to the wrong country,
he acted bewildered and said that Andorra was the fake name for the real country.
Not knowing what to do with the man and certainly not able to permit him into
Tokyo without verifying his story, agents contacted the business, bank, and hotel
in which he stated he would be working with and staying at, respectively, while in the country.
The agents were told by the company that they had never heard of the mysterious stranger.
The bank was one no one had ever heard of,
and the hotel had a similar story as there was no reservation under the name he had provided.
With that, the agents decided to take the man to a hotel and post a
guard outside the door until they figured out what to do with him.
The next day, the guard entered the room to escort the man back to the airport, but he was gone.
Just as mysteriously as he had appeared, he was now missing.
The passport and identification that customs were holding at the airport was also missing.
There have been several accounts of this story
circulated throughout the internet and in magazines such as Strange and True:
Mysterious and Bizarre People and The Directory of Possibilities.
No one has ever verified the story which leads to the possibility of it being an urban legend.
However, this wouldn’t be the only case like it.
People have showed up in airports and upon being questioned by customs,
not permitted to enter counties based on accounts given by the travelers.
Stories of travelers recalling being from a non-existent country is also not a rare account,
like the man in this story from days gone by...
A Phantom Country
In 1851, Joseph Vorin was found wandering around near the rural German village,
Frankfort-on-the-Oder, aimlessly.
Thinking the stranger was a vagrant drifter, police questioned the man.
When they asked him where he was from, in broken German he stated he was from Laxaria.
Which he also said could be found near Sakira.
Police knew these places didn’t exist, so he was taken into the station for further investigation.
This is where the answers the man would give became even more mysterious.
The only language he knew was broken German but spoke his
native language of Laxarian and Abramian fluently.
The problem was, neither of these were languages that anyone knew or had ever heard of.
When asked his name, he gave them Joseph Vorin and told them his religion was Ispatian.
When the officers asked what his business was in the area,
Vorin told them he was looking for his missing brother but that the
ship in which he had boarded wrecked and that’s how he ended up in Germany.
Not knowing what to believe but convinced by how matter-of-factly Vorin was able
to answer their questions, they decided to release him.
He was never seen nor heard from again.
What could be the reason for these strange and bizarre appearances?
Are some people able to teleport through time, visiting spans of time
from long ago or even into the future?
Are there places in our world that has vortexes that people accidentally stumble into,
causing them to slip through the cracks of time and into a world strange to them?
I look forward to your comments on these strange cases, but please
keep it friendly and respectful to the opinions of others.
Until we meet again; be good to yourselves and each other - stay safe out there!
Don't disappear!
As for me I'll see you a little farther down the trail!
I'm Steve Stockton and I'll talk to you next time!