 Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and is intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised. August 14th, notes an experiment designated X. Experimental subject myself, James Xavier. X, the most fantastic experiment you have ever taken part in, presents Rameland in his most challenging role since his Academy Award winning lost weekend. X, the man with the X-ray eyes. Are you alright? It's like a splitting of the world, light than I've ever seen. Filled with light. X, the man with the X-ray eyes, tries to help the most desperate in our society and enjoys all the delights of secretly studying sexology. A doctor with the power to see what others cannot believe. He can overcome the unknown, save lives, and invade the glamour gambling casinos of Las Vegas and defy the goddess of chance. Don't draw. Don't draw. Next card's a face card. X, the man with the X-ray eyes. That's the movie trailer from the 1963 science fiction film, X, the man with the X-ray eyes, directed by Roger Corman. Back then, it won a Silver Globe Award at the International Science Fiction Film Festival. But that was 1963, when everyone knew X-ray vision without machines was science fiction. But if you go back only 30 years, people believed a man truly could have X-ray eyes. And that man's name was Kuda Bucks. I'm Darren Marlar, and this is Weird Darkness. The man with the X-ray eyes. Welcome, Weirdos. This is Weird Darkness. Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, legends, lore, crime, conspiracy, mysterious, macabre, unsolved, and unexplained. While you're listening, you might want to check out the Weird Darkness website. At WeirdDarkness.com, you can find paranormal and horror audiobooks I've narrated, The Weird Darkness Store, streaming video of horror hosts and old horror movies. Plus, you can visit the Hope in the Darkness page if you're struggling with depression, anxiety, or thoughts of suicide. You can find all of that and more at WeirdDarkness.com. Coming up in this episode of Weird Darkness. All families have their ups and downs. However, when you find a clan where an infanticide trial is arguably the least worst thing to happen to them, it's safe to say you've found one very special household, the Mabit family. It was the slaying that shocked Australia. Sometime on the night of December 26, 1898, Michael Murphy and his two younger sisters were slaughtered as they traveled back from Gatton in southeastern Australia. Their murders prompted a massive investigation. Yet the crime remains unsolved to this day. A woman moves into a home where the past three residents went insane. What could possibly go wrong? Bartholomew Roberts, better known as the infamous pirate Black Bart, operated in the Caribbean and the Atlantic Ocean from 1719 to 1722. He was easily the most successful pirate of the Golden Age of Piracy, having been known to have captured over 400 ships in his day. But could it be true that he was actually forced to become a pirate against his will? And if you could choose a superpower, what would it be? Invisibility? Flight? Super strength or speed? What about X-ray vision like Superman? Would you believe there was a man in the 20th century who did have X-ray vision without technology to do it? He had a few other superpowers as well. We begin there. Now, bolt your doors, lock your windows, turn off your lights and come with me into the Weird Darkness. If you were a kid reading comic books in the mid-20th century, chances are you saw ads in every issue selling X-ray vision glasses. If they worked, you could have been like Kuda Bucks, known as the man with the X-ray eyes. Bucks, a Pakistani magician born as Kuda Bux in 1905, mystified many with his ability to seemingly have eyeless sight in the mid-1930s. He also walked on hot coals, allowed himself to be buried alive for up to three hours and could stop his heart and pulse on command. But it was his X-ray vision that was of special interest to many who had been studying such possibilities at the time, including French writer Jules Romains. Psychic researcher Harry Price described Romains beliefs in his book Confessions of a Ghost Hunter. As somnambulistic subjects can apparently guide themselves with remarkable ease with their eyes closed or even bandaged, they may acquire a prodigious delicacy of sensation and know how to make us of a thousand signs which a man in a waking state passes by without notice. Their hearing, touch and smell undergo hyper-aesthetic change and manage sometimes to take the place of sight. Bux demonstrated his talents by blindfolding himself with surgical bandages, tape, cotton wool, a mask and dough covering his eye sockets. His face was completely covered except for his nose. He then proceeded to read anything put in front of him. The man with the X-ray eyes even demonstrated his skills by riding a bicycle through the busy streets of London with his blindfolding method in place. In 1935 he performed several tests for Price and other researchers at the University of London Council for Physical Investigation. Price was allowed to select any book off a shelf and flip to any page. I put my finger on a paragraph, Price wrote, and asked him to read it aloud. This he did at once, almost as quickly as the reader is pursuing this page. There was no sign of hesitation. Other books were placed in front of him, some with large print and some with small. He read them all. Bux continued to impress the council with similar feats. His blindfolding method was key to his abilities. Bux wouldn't allow a bag to simply be placed over his head. According to Price this was because Bux claimed that he sees through or by means of his nostrils. This explained why his nose was always in the clear. It sounds a bit absurd, but Romains postulated a similar notion regarding Eilis's sight. As Price explained, Romains states it's necessary to leave the nostrils free in order that his blindfolded or blinded subjects shall distinguish colors. He says that the nasal mucosa is sensitive to light and to different colored regions of the spectrum. This function is sharply distinct from smell, he continues. The part played by the nasal mucosa leads us to the following question. Is the unknown organ of extra-retinal vision situated in one part of the body? Localized in a single one or diffused through many? Kuda Bux answers that in his case the unknown organ is situated in his nose. Despite that, Price and his team concluded that Bux was an extraordinary showman but did not possess X-ray vision. During our test, Bux would not allow us to adopt measures that absolutely precluded his seeing down the side of his nostrils and although we witnessed a clever performance all we learned that afternoon was how extremely difficult it is to blindfold a person using ordinary methods, Price wrote. Regardless of Price's conclusion, Bux continued to perform his X-ray feats for audiences. However, three years later at a demonstration with 300 people at a hotel he was offered $10,000 if he could read with an ordinary bag over his head. The offer was made by Joseph Dunninger, a magician and president of the Universal Council for Psychical Research. Bux declined saying his soul only provided this power to read through obstacles if it were done his way. The show went on and Bux prepared his blindfolds in his usual fashion which on this occasion included napkins from the hotel. He then read words on a blackboard from newspapers and more. The audience was amazed. Yet as a newspaper article described it but always the nose of Kuda Bux stuck out of the wrappings and he tilted his head back in a way that might suggest to the sceptical that there was a slight gap in the dough down the left side of his nose through which he might be reading. A reporter asked if he could read a card he placed inside a napkin one just like Bux had used in his blindfolding. No, the napkin must be in contact with my body, the magician replied. He ended the demonstration and removed the bandages, dough and napkins. The curious reporter grabbed one of the discarded napkins and pressed it to Bux's head. I place it in contact with your forehead, the journalist said. There's no dough in the way now, only one of the several napkins through which you read before. Can you read the name of the bank in this blank check that I take out of my pocket? Bux said he could not. The show was over. Psychologists attending the performance who had been impressed up until then suddenly grew disappointed. My goodness, he exclaimed. Then this is only some sort of sleight of hand trick. Still, it was quite a trick. Duninger explained to a newspaper how it worked. Reading while blindfolded is more than three centuries old and has been discarded by most magicians plying professions today. It's extremely simple and can be accomplished by most persons with some practice. The reading is done down along the side of the nose. The depression in the eyes and the bridge of the nose allows just enough space for one to peer down with the object as held in the so-called mystic's hands. If you'd like to watch Goobabucks perform a few tests or tricks in a 1938 video, I've placed a link in the show notes. When Weird Darkness returns, all families have their ups and downs. However, when you find a clan where an infanticide trial is arguably the least worst thing to happen to them, it's safe to say you have found one very special household. Also, it was the slang that shocked Australia. Sometime on the night of December 26, 1898, Michael Murphy and his two younger sisters were slaughtered as they traveled back from Gatton in southeastern Australia. The murders prompted a massive investigation, yet the crime remains unsolved to this day. These stories and more coming up. Coffee. It's a necessity. Most of us can't be bothered to even be civil to our families until we've had our first cup of Joe. I can drink coffee all day and often do, and now I've chosen an exclusive coffee just for the task. Weird dark roast coffee. I love chocolate, I mean, who doesn't? So I specifically asked for a blend with at least a hint of cocoa and Evansville coffee who roasts each bag to order knocked it out of the park when they sent me a bag to taste test for approval. Weird dark roast coffee has deep notes of cocoa, caramel and a touch of sinister sweetness that makes it great hot or cold. Personally, I like to put a little milk in it when I'm drinking it hot, but it is amazing black and poured over ice. But now you can drink it too. And the only place you can find weird dark roast coffee is at WeirdDarkness.com. The small town of Gatton, which in 2011 had a little less than 7,000 residents, lies some 60 miles west of Brisbane in Queensland, Australia. In the late 19th century, it was a popular waypoint for rail and road traffic traveling east to the coast or west to the fertile region of Darling Downs. The Murphy family owned a farm about eight miles outside of Gatton and 29-year-old Michael was home for the holidays that fateful December in 1898. On the afternoon of the 26th, Michael borrowed a one-horse sulky cart from his brother-in-law, William M. Neal, to take his sisters, Nora, 27, and Teresa, Ellen, 19, to a dance at the divisional board hall in Gatton. Before they arrived, however, Michael received word that the dance had been cancelled, so he turned the sulky around and headed home with his family. No one made it back alive. The next morning, the Murphy family awoke to find that Michael, Nora, and Ellen were missing. M. Neal set out looking for them. He followed the road into Gatton on horseback, keeping an eye out for the crooked tracks of his sulky, which had a wobbly wheel from an earlier accident. He soon found the distinctive tracks, which veered off the road and into a wooded pasture. The sight did not arouse suspicion just yet. Even as the three figures came into view, M. Neal presumed they were sleeping. It wasn't until he saw the ants crawling across their bodies that he realized what had happened. The scene was grisly and decidedly strange. Michael and Ellen lay back to back within a few feet of one another. La Nora lay nearby on a neatly spread rug soaked in blood. All three had their legs carefully arranged with the feet pointing to the west, one of the many odd details that remain a mystery. The two women had their hands tied behind their backs while Michael's hands appeared to have been tied and then untied again, possibly to access a purse found near his body. Speculation later arose as to whether Michael's hands had been untied by the killer, by M. Neal himself, or by some other visitor who stumbled across the bodies before the police secured the crime scene. At a glance, it appeared as if all three of the Murphy's had been bludgeoned to death. In Nora's case, her skull was so badly damaged that her brain protruded. Postmortem examinations revealed that Nora had also been strangled and that Michael had been shot in the head before being struck. The blow from the blunt instrument partially disguised the bullet hole. In addition, the women may have been raped possibly with the brass-mounted handle of a riding whip. The sulky stood nearby at an angle to the bodies. The horse had been shot in the head and its dead body lay between the shafts of the sulky. A distraught M. Neal raced toward Gatton, stopping first at the Brianborough Hotel where he told patrons of the murder. He then pressed on to alert local police. A crowd of people left the hotel and hurried to the crime scene as M. Neal sought authorities. Even after M. Neal alerted police, a subsequent communications breakdown within the department led to additional delays. By the time investigators finally arrived at the pasture in full force, nearly two days after the bodies were discovered, spectators had completely contaminated the area. Police collected more than 3,000 statements in weeks after the slaying, yet their investigation was plagued by mistakes and accusations of incompetence. After inconsistencies arose between reports from the crime scene and the post-mortem examination, Chief Inspector Stewart ordered the bodies to be exhumed and reexamined. The examination uncovered previously missed evidence, including a bullet lodged in Michael's skull. Such errors led to rumors ranging from corruption within the police force to sinister interference from the Murphy family. While numerous individuals were suspected, no one was ever charged in the attacks. Anger over the perceived mishandling of the case led in part to a royal commission in 1899 which investigated the methods of the Queensland Police Force. For many amateur detectives, the most likely culprit is a man known variously as Theo Farmer, Thomas Furner and Thomas Day. Day was employed by a local butcher in December 1898 and was reportedly lurking near the murder scene on the night of the killings. Some suspect that he was also responsible for another murder just a few weeks before when 15-year-old Alfred Stephen Hill was killed in a nearby oxley. The boy's pony was shot in the head, much like the Murphy horse. In 1900, Day was admitted to the Sydney Hospital under the name Thomas Furner where he died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. It is said that he left behind a suicide note admitting that he was present during the gatton murders and stating that he couldn't sleep due to nightmares of seeing the victim's heads being bashed in. Such a claim only compounds the mystery. Was Day the actual killer? Or did he witness the slaying committed by another hand? More than a hundred years later, the Gatton Murders case is haunted by unanswered questions. The Mabbitt family, described by one newspaper as from good old farmer stock, lived just outside of Delphi, Indiana. They seemed like an ideal family. The father, Peter Mabbitt, was both wealthy and respectable. The children were all attractive, intelligent and popular. The belle of the family was 23-year-old Luella, who naturally had many suitors. Her favorite beau was a man ten years her senior named Amare Green. But for what may well have been very good reasons, her father disapproved of him. So strong was Mr. Mabbitt's dislike for Green that he was able to persuade Luella to write her lover a Dear John letter. Unfortunately, Green did not take his dismissal well. On August 6, 1886, William Walker, the swain of Luella's twin sister, Ella, rode to the Mabbitt house and called Ella out for a chat. As the two were talking, Green appeared demanding that Luella come out as well. When Ella told him her sister was asleep, Green lost his temper, snapping that if he didn't get to see Luella, he would tear the house apart. Luella, whether reluctantly or not is not recorded, went out to see Green. The two talked quietly for a few minutes and then they walked off together. After a moment, Walker drove off and Ella went back to the house, little guessing that this would be the last time she would ever see her sister. When Luella failed to return that night, her family was naturally alarmed. Equally inevitably, their first thought was to hunt down Amare Green. The local police questioned both Walker and Green, but neither of them claimed to have any idea what had happened to Luella. A massive search was made of the area without finding any trace of the missing young woman. Peter Mabbitt hired a private detective and offered a substantial reward for any information about his daughter, but no clues emerged. It was as if Luella had simply evaporated into the air. When Amare Green quietly slipped out of town, that only hardened local certainty that he knew exactly what had become of Luella. On August 12, a mob of the lynching variety was soon assembled around the Green home. They dragged Amare's mother out, placed a noose around her neck, and demanded that she tell them where her son had gone. She either couldn't or wouldn't say. Eventually the frustrated crowd let her go and left. As the prime suspect in the disappearance was unable to be found, police did the next best thing. They arrested Mrs. Green. William Walker was tossed into jail as well, apparently only because he had the bad luck to be on the scene the night Luella vanished. As it turned out, Amare wasn't the only member of his family with an alleged penchant for murder. His brother William had been accused of killing Juan Enos Brombot and he too had fled justice. Pinkerton detectives eventually managed to track the pair down in Texas. They were arrested in July 1887 and brought back to Indiana. In the meantime, the mystery of the whereabouts of Luella Mabbitt had finally been solved. Maybe. In February 1887, a body was discovered in the Wabash River. It was so badly decomposed as to be unrecognizable. But Ella Mabbitt and her mother believed that these were Luella's remains, largely apparently on the grounds that the corpse's teeth resembled Ella's. Peter Mabbitt on the other hand was unconvinced. A physician who examined the body believed the teeth were of someone much older than Luella and furthermore the corpse was that of a man. The uncertainty about these remains only ensured that the Mabbitt mystery was even more muddled than before. Meanwhile, Ammer Green from his cell in the Carroll County Jail continued to insist that Luella was alive and well in living in Texas with a man named Samuel Payne. He refused to say any more than this, intimating that all would eventually be made clear. If Green truly did have evidence that Luella was still among the living, he was soon to regret keeping it to himself. Locals were convinced he was a murderer, but lacking a verified body or any other hard evidence that Green or anybody else had murdered Luella, it was looking increasingly unlikely that he would ever be convicted. The man of Delphi began to say that if the law could not punish Ammer Green, well, they would have to do so themselves. On the night of October 21st, 1887, some 200 men quietly marched through the streets, surrounding the county jail. They broke their way in and confronted the sheriff, demanding the keys to the prison. When he refused, some of the mob overpowered him and the others used sledgehammers to break the locks leading to the cells. They went straight to the cell containing Ammer Green. At gunpoint, he was seized and tied up. He was led outside and forced into a covered wagon. It drove off with the bulk of the crowd following. The wagon drove to the woods of Walnut Grove about eight miles away. It was soon joined by a large caravan of carriages, wagons and men on horseback. Green was taken out of the wagon and ordered to confess his guilt. Green maintained the stolid calm of a man who knows he's doomed. He quietly maintained that Luella was in Fort Worth. When asked why, if this was the case, she didn't come home and resolve the mystery, he replied, she would if I had the time to send for her. He claimed that Luella had been desperate to leave her home for some time and, on the night she vanished, he had merely assisted in her desire to run away. Among the crowd was Peter Mabbitt. He stepped forward and begged Green to tell the truth. What had he done with Luella? I loved her better than my own life, Green retorted. That is the reason I went away with her. I loved her better than you did and all the times she's been away, I have cared for her. His words were not enough to convince a mob bent on murder. A rope was tied around a branch of a walnut tree and the other end wrapped around Green's neck as he stood in the wagon seat. The wagon lurched forward, leaving the condemned man dangling in the air. When it was clear that Green was dead, the crowd soon dispersed, leaving the body hanging in the tree. Before the coroner took charge of it the next day, thousands of people came to gawk at the grotesque site. Someone took a photograph of the hanging corpse, which was, I kid you not, turned into a postcard. Copies can be found online, but I strongly urge you not to try to find them. The men responsible for Green's lynching were never punished. To this day, Green's ghost is said to haunt the grove where he died. Green's death was not the end of the mystery. Detectives went to Fort Worth in an effort to track down this elusive, Samuel Payne. Somewhat to their surprise, they found a Mrs. Orr who claimed to have lived next door to Payne and a woman who said that she was his wife. Mrs. Payne was a pretty woman in her early 20s who told Mrs. Orr that she was originally from Indiana. Unfortunately, the couple had since left town for parts unknown. If this was, as Amar Green insisted with literally his dying breath, Luella Mabbitt, she was never heard from again. This was not the end of the Mabbitt family tragedies. In 1890, Luella's 17-year-old sister, Minnie, became pregnant. Upon hearing of the news, the baby's father, Juan Charles Spilter, promptly washed his hands of her. Not knowing where else to turn, Minnie sought the help of her brothers, Orris and Mont. They helped her check into the Indianapolis Hotel under the name of Mrs. Minnie Jones, where she gave birth to a daughter she named Murl. Soon after this, the body of a baby girl was discovered in Eagle Creek. A coroner determined that she had died of strangulation soon after birth. Two women from the hotel where Minnie had stayed identified the baby as Murl. A buggy weight that had been used to weigh down the tiny corpse was determined to have come from the library stable where Mont Mabbitt worked. It was also learned that on the night Minnie checked out of the hotel, Mont took one of the stable's buggies. Minnie, Mont and Orris were all arrested. Minnie soon confessed all. She stated that she had believed her brothers would place her baby in an orphanage. She last saw the child when her brothers drove her in the direction of Eagle Creek. Mont took Murl from her and left their carriage. Orris and Minnie drove off for a while and when they returned, Mont was waiting for them alone. The three then returned to the city. No one told me the baby was dead, said Minnie, but I knew it was. During her trial, the beautiful young Minnie won everyone's sympathy. It was universally believed that she was but a helpless child completely under the control of her brothers. She was acquitted of murder much to the approval of those in the courtroom. Eventually, Orris and Mont who both argued that they had never intended to murder the baby were also set free. In the legal sense, this was the end of the Mabbitt saga. The lingering question of just what exactly became of Luella Mabbitt was never resolved. For many years after that fateful night in August 1886, there were periodic sightings of the supposedly murdered woman. In February 1916, her sister Ella told a reporter, For all I know, my sister may have not been murdered and may be living today. If such was the case, Amber Green must rank as one of the unluckiest men in Indiana history. Coming up, a woman moves into a home where the past three residents went insane. And could the pirate Black Bart actually have been forced to become a pirate? As you already know, Built Bar is a sponsor of Weird Darkness. Don't tell them I said this, but I would continue to let them be a sponsor without them paying me at all so long as they continue to send me these free samples. Today, I received their new cookies and cream chunk. It's like having actual cookies and cream chunks in the candy bar. These are protein bars, these aren't candy bars, so they're low calorie. This has 18 grams of carbs. That's fewer carbs than an average size banana or a honey crisp apple. This is my lunch and it feels like I just had dessert. This cookies and cream chunk is just insanely good. You can save 10% off of anything you buy from Built. Just go to WeirdDarkness.com slash Built and use the promo code WeirdDarkness. All one word, you can get 10% off your entire order, including the cookies and cream chunk. Now the hard part is this actually tastes like dessert, but I want to eat another one. The following true story is written from the perspective of a female, so don't let that throw you. Let me begin by filling you in on my first house. The year was 1996 and I was pregnant with my first child. My ex-husband and I had been living with his parents far too long, and with a baby on the way, we knew we simply had to get a place of our own. It had seemed that with a monthly income we made, this would be an almost impossible goal. That is, until we were made aware of the house that his grandmother had owned that had just been sitting and unoccupied since the incident. The story goes, my ex-husband's grandma, uncle and aunt had purchased an older home inside the city limits. After the state had bought their home on the range in order to lay down the interstate and place a rest area back in the 1950s. So with their new lump of money, the three of them relocated to their new home. All I was told was that Eileen, the aunt, had been attacked and sexually assaulted by three men one evening in the alleyway behind the house. This unfortunate event took a toll on her and she quickly lost her mind, being forced by the state to be placed into the local insane asylum. Basically, her last days were spent in the house. Shortly after being admitted she took her own life. Some time later, the grandmother took a fall down the front steps and required around-the-clock nursing care and so she was also admitted into a nursing home. Shortly after her admittance she passed away. In the end, the only one left in the house was the uncle, who reportedly was already mentally unstable and I imagine that all of this was too much for him to bear. Apparently, he attempted to take his own life in this house by slashing his wrists. He was not successful and was also admitted into a facility for his own safety. So, here sat this house with its tragic history all shut up for years when we decided to try and talk the uncle into letting us live there, dirt cheap. He seemed all too happy to have visitors and almost excited that someone wanted to live in his home, the home that at one point had meant so much to him and his family. I have a rich past of dealing with the paranormal and unexplainable so the history of the house didn't really affect my decision. I just knew that I was having a baby and desired to have my own place. I felt the place just needed some sprucing up and thought by having some young people and the arrival of a new baby inhabiting it would be just what the house needed. My ex-husband worked the night shift at a local restaurant around that time and would sleep during the days, which wouldn't leave much time to get the place ready for moving in. I figured that while he was at work, in order to kill two birds with one stone, I would go and clean it up and give it a fresh coat of paint. The first night I decided to head over there and paint, I remember there being a very unwelcoming feeling about the place when I pulled up. I didn't let it stop me and grabbed my gear and headed inside. Once inside I began to wonder if we made a bad decision about moving into the house. But I've always believed that once you start something you should finish it and stick it out no matter what. So I took a couple of deep breaths, cleared my mind and started in on the painting. I knew I was not alone and that was fine. I kept hearing odd noises in different parts of the house. I was determined to get the painting done and was not going to let it deter me. That is until I began to hear voices and hissing of sorts. I began to feel uneasy with that, but still I held true to the task. I was in the living room and on the other side of the wall was the bathroom which still had one of those metal chairs in the shower used for people who cannot stand up and take a shower on their own. I heard some scuffling in the bathroom and then what sounded like the metal chair being sat in abruptly or moved so I stopped painting and listened some more. I hear the bathroom door shut and some more hissing. Standing there, not moving, still facing the wall with paint roller in hand, I'm just kind of waiting to see what comes next. I refused to look away from the wall in fear of maybe seeing something I would rather not see. I knew in that moment that the spirit of whatever it was was in the room with me, very near me. At that point I figured that if I showed no fear it would not do much. Next thing I knew, right next to my ear, I hear a whisper saying Don Al. It knew my name. I dropped that roller right in the paint pan and left that place as quick as I could. All the lights still on, doors unlocked and radio playing. You'd think I would have decided to revoke the decision to move in at that point, but the situation at my in-laws was less than desirable. I felt it just had to happen. Besides, what could really happen? How bad could it truly get? So I decided it would be best not to tell my ex of what had happened that night. I simply told him that the pregnancy had made me feel exhausted and that I thought it would be best if we finished painting the house on his days off. We lived a total of three years on the house with only a handful of occurrences. One evening while my husband was at work I was up late and very pregnant feeling the need to do some deep cleaning as the due date of the baby was very near. As mothers refer to this as the nesting instinct there I was standing in the kitchen when I heard voices coming from the basement. It sounded strange like that of a radio station that wasn't well tuned but it just kept on talking and then stopped. I walked over to the door that led to the basement and locked it. I decided that it would be a good idea to just keep that door locked at all times. I'd hear the voices in the basement often and that was about it. I never mentioned it to my ex-husband. One morning while lying in bed I happened to notice a set of faint hand prints on the ceiling above me. I just thought, that's an odd spot for hand prints considering that the ceilings were so high but didn't think too much about it. On another occasion we were heading to bed and had made it to the bedroom when the television turned on all by itself. My ex-husband and I just looked at each other and you walked over and shut it off. One night I was awakened by yelling coming from the living room. As I laid there listening it was obvious to me that the television had once again turned itself on and seemed like the volume was all the way up. I found myself once again laying in bed and staring at the ceiling and happened to notice that there were now a few sets of hand prints. It seemed like each time I would look at that ceiling there would always be more sets of hand prints. In the dining room there was always this big stain no matter what I did what company I hired to clean the carpet the stain would always reappear. I found it rather peculiar. So I went and asked the uncle where exactly in the house did he cut his wrists and he told me the dining room. After repeated attempts at getting rid of the stain it became apparent that the stain was there to stay. I placed a throw rug over it as a solution to the problem. Voices in the basement, the television randomly turning on by itself and unexplainable hand prints were all that we had to deal with. Not so intolerable, right? Well, some time after our first child was born the uncle in the middle of the night called me up desperately asking me to get him out of the nursing home he was in. So he came to live with us in his house. We had been living there for over a year at that point. The paranormal activity seemed to cease once he was living with us. I became pregnant with our second child when our first was a year old. The pregnancy went accordingly but around the time I was seven months along I had an accident. It was wintertime and the front steps were covered in ice. I had pleaded with my ex-husband to make the stairs ice-free several times but he neglected to do so. I was growing somewhere and I was heading down the stairs when suddenly my feet slipped. In hopes of protecting the baby I grabbed a hold of the stair rail and sort of aimed my body in a way to land on my back. Mind you these were the very stairs that his grandmother had met her demise on. I was rushed to the hospital and the baby and I were placed on 24-hour observation. Thankfully we were all right according to the ER doctors. The remainder of my pregnancy became extremely difficult. I had planned a natural birth but turned out as an emergency C-section. When our second baby was merely two months old my ex-husband's uncle decided to kick us out and take everything from us. We ended up moving out of that house then and never returned. However, when my second child was about ten months old I started getting very sick. Not being able to hold down any food or any liquids and a very drawn out sickness that no one could pinpoint engulfed my life. After the whole run around with numerous visits to the ER specialists and painful suffering two years later the problem was finally found. Turned out that when I fell on those stairs during my second pregnancy the jolt of the baby's body had crammed my spleen up against my pancreas and my spine. In results, killing my spleen 60% of my pancreas and severely damaging my spine I nearly died because of that one fall and it has ultimately stolen my physical health since I was 22 years of age. It caused a sort of spiral effect and since then I have known nothing other than surgeries and great physical pain. Looking back I wish that I stayed at my in-laws instead of moving into that house at least I'd still have had my health. Having excellent navigation skills, courage and charisma when his vessel was captured Bartholomew Roberts eventually became the most successful pirate of the Golden Age. The Golden Age of Piracy spans between the 1650s to the 1730s. It was an intriguing and ruthless period in history when ships and the men and sometimes women who sailed them turned the oceans into an adventurous drama. Bartholomew Roberts life was colorful and exciting. Between 1719 and 1722 he captured as many as 400 ships including many superior warships. This made him the most wealthy and feared pirate of the Golden Age. It was his death and the trial of his crew in 1722 that symbolized the end of Piracy's Golden Age. Born in 1682 in Wales, Bartholomew Roberts whose original name was John Roberts went to sea at the age of 13. Preparing for marine life he continued sailing and in 1719 he earned a position as the second officer on board the ship Princess under Captain Abraham Plumb. His ship was captured by Welsh pirate Howell Davis. Roberts was enslaved and forced to bemuse one of the pirates. However, this did not bother him much because he soon realized this trade suited him well. Roberts was an attractive, tall man who enjoyed nice clothes and expensive jewelry. As a pirate he had an opportunity not only to be famous but also rich. Pirate crews needed frequent replenishing. Most pirates were volunteers but casualties from combat, disease accidents and occasional desertions took their toll. So pirates took every opportunity they could to acquire new men. Since able sea men, maritime carpenters, coopers and navigators were preferred, it was sensible for pirates to seek recruits from among the crews of the ships they took as prizes. Pirates did not like risking injuries to themselves or their prizes so the captains or owners of the ships that ran or fought were frequently punished. For the rest of the men pirates tried persuasion first. In truth, merchant crews were often overworked underpaid and unhappy. Other arguments might include praise for the democratic life of piracy, the promise of better food, clothing and accommodation liquor and of course wealth. For the potential recruits to accept these reasons the pirates themselves would need to be better dressed and nourished than them, which argues against the popular image of pirates as gaunt and ragged vagabonds. Of course, if time was short or their arguments unconvincing, the pirates would then resort to force in order to fill out their crews. Bartholomew Roberts once said in an honest service there is thin commons, low wages and hard labor. In this plenty and satiety, pleasure and ease, liberty and power and who would not balance creditor on this side when all the hazard that is run for it at worst is only a sour look or two at choking. No, a merry life and a short one shall be my motto. Time revealed Roberts boldness was one of the reasons he became more successful than other pirates. Captain Howell Davis liked Roberts and so did the rest of the crew. Once Davis discovered Roberts was an excellent navigator he took consulting in time. In time, once Roberts gained Davis' trust, the captain was able to confide information to Roberts keeping it hidden from the rest of the crew. In June 1719, Davis and some of the pirates were killed in an ambush and Roberts was selected as the new captain. Roberts' new life as a pirate was entering another stage. Once he and his fellow pirates had avenged Davis' death by destroying the harbor, they headed for the coast of South America to look for booty. Roberts was cunning and fooled many. He discovered 42 ships and their escorts were waiting at Saints Bay off northern Brazil. Pretending he was just part of the convoy, he sailed into the bay and took one of the ships without anyone noticing. His eyes were set on the richest of the ships that he also captured quickly before the escorting ships had a chance to catch him. In June 1720, Roberts who was later also known as Black Bart captured 22 ships in the harbor and then he and his crew continued to the Caribbean where they captured dozens of vessels. Roberts who called himself the admiral of the Leeward Islands had a couple of flags associated with him. One was a black flag bearing a skeleton representing death that held an hourglass in one hand and crossbones in the other. Another black flag, a white figure representing Roberts holding a flaming sword and standing on two skulls. Below were the words A-B-H and A-M-H standing for a Barbadian head and a Martinisos head. Roberts hated the governors of Barbados and Martinique because they had sent pirate hunters after him. Whenever Roberts encountered ships from either place, he showed them no mercy. Roberts was a very successful pirate but he could be extremely cruel. On one occasion he ordered to burn porcupine a ship full of slaves because its captain had refused to pay the ransom. In February 1722 Captain Shaloner Ogil who commanded the warship Swallow put a stop to Roberts piracy. Ogil and his crew engaged in a fierce battle against Roberts and his pirates. Roberts was killed by a grapeshot which struck him in the throat while he stood on the deck. His men fulfilled his wish and quickly threw his body into the sea. The life of Bartholomew Roberts the greatest pirate of his generation had come to an end. Roberts pirates were helpless without their captain. They had only energy to fight for one hour after his death. Then they surrendered and were later put on trial. If you made it this far welcome to the Weirdo family. If you like the podcast please tell your friends and family about it however you can and get them to become Weirdos too and I'd greatly appreciate you leaving a review in the podcast app you listen from. 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