Any crime leaves traces, blogger P_I_F reasonably notes.
This is an immutable truth, from which the investigators and criminologists of the whole world are repelled. A person can not just take and disappear into the air, and certainly this can not happen to several people at the same time. Or maybe?
Eskimo village on the lake Angikuni
More than 80 years have passed, and scientists have not found an explanation for the mysterious disappearance of people in 1930 in Canada. Angikuni - this name was borne not only by the lake, but also by the local fishing village located nearby. About 2,000 Inuit lived there, always welcoming travelers.
This area was a tasty morsel for hunters and fishermen - in the vicinity they beat a fur-bearing animal. Although it was not easy to get to Angikuni, there were brave seekers among whom was a Canadian hunter named Joe Labelle. He often visited those places, and after the hunt he liked to stay in an Inuit village to rest and gain strength.
But on November 12, 1930, he failed to meet old acquaintances.It was cold that day, so Labelle was terribly cold and counted minutes to the village. At last a needle appeared, but Joe noted that it was somehow suspiciously deserted around. He skied to the first house and entered. There was no one inside, although the situation indicated that the residents left the house as if a few minutes ago: there was a pot of soup in the pot, all things were in their places.
Going around the whole village, Joe did not find a soul. All warm clothes and weapons and food remained in the igloo, and the snow around the village did not save a single human trace, despite the windless weather. Frightened, the hunter in a hurry went to the nearest telegraph. A few hours later the squad arrived.
Terrible details opened to the police. First, the local cemetery was completely devastated: the graves were dug up, and the corpses disappeared. Secondly, dead dogs were found near the village. The Eskimos, who consider dogs to be their breadwinners and great value, would never have killed a whole pack of people and certainly would not have touched their dead.
Where the Eskimos went, why they threw all their belongings, did not take any food or clothing, remains a mystery.
Flannan Island Lighthouse
Flannan is a small archipelago near Scotland. Above one of the islands stands a 23-meter lighthouse. Today the islands are uninhabited: since the lighthouse began to work automatically, the profession of lighthouse keepers is a thing of the past.
And at the beginning of the last century, three watchmen were constantly on duty at the lighthouse, another one was at the coast station. When the mysterious happened, three men were carrying the watch: the second assistant caretaker James Dukat, the first assistant Thomas Marshall and the assistant Donald MacArthur. Chief Caretaker Joseph Moore later said that everything was as usual when he left the lighthouse three weeks earlier.
So, on December 15, 1900 a message was received from the steamer “Arktor”: the crew complained that there was no signal from the lighthouse. Unfortunately, the authorities did not attach much importance to this, and the flight to the lighthouse, which was to be held on December 20, was canceled due to bad weather conditions. Only on December 26, Joseph Moore and the team managed to reach the lighthouse. But no one met them, except for the bare flagpole. The gates and all the doors were locked, the rangers' beds were not made, and the clock stopped.
Surprisingly, the beacon lamps were perfectly polished, they had enough fuel, and the watchmakers' waterproof raincoats hung from their hooks. The only thing that was strange in the lighthouse setting was an inverted kitchen table. And, in fact, the lack of people.
Perplexed, Moore read the latest journal entries:
12 December. Day. Strong northwest wind. The sea lashes violently. Never seen such a storm.
12 December. Midnight. The storm is still raging. Unable to go outside. The passing ship, not hearing the foghorn, approached the lighthouse so close that you can make out the lights of the cabins. Dukat is annoyed. MacArthur is crying.
December 13th. Noon. Storm throughout the night. Gray daylight. Dukat and MacArthur cry and pray.
December 14th. No exit. All pray.
December 15th. The storm is over. The sea is calm. God is over all.
The strangeness of the records was that the weather in the Flannan area was, of course, fresh, but the storm began only in the morning of December 16, when the beacon fire had not shone for 24 hours. And Dukat and MacArthur were hereditary sailors, brave people who never prayed during storms and certainly did not cry.
A careful inspection of the island gave nothing, except for the fact that on the western shore, on the quay, they found a bent fence. According to the official version, the ministers were the victims of an extraordinary squall force. But she satisfied few.
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