Kate Darroch
The mysteries in my own life are all about disappearance - and sometimes reappearance - of objects which could not possibly have disappeared or re-appeared in those particular circumstances.
Here's one example from my business life (I am now retired and writing for personal enjoyment; also to "do my bit" in whatever tiny way I can to make the world less horrendous; and to keep mentally active and fulfilled).
I frequently worked from 7am until 8pm or even later. I was very focussed because often I was tired and so I needed to be totally focussed to "get the job done right".
One evening I was sitting in my office, on the telephone, and suddenly there was a "jagging" pain in my throat. Still concentrating on my call to the exclusion of any other thoughts, I put up my hand to my throat, plucked the opened brooch from my blouse and placed it on my desk.
When I finished my call I went to pick up the brooch, but it was not there.
Thinking that it had fallen, I looked all around the desk and the floor. It was nowhere in sight.
I called in another worker, and together we searched for over an hour. There was no sign of the brooch. There was blood on my throat, where the open "pin" fastener of the brooch had jagged into my neck.
2 weeks later, the brooch re-appeared, with no blood on it, in my dressing table drawer in my home.
This is a real life mystery involving the supernatural, an invisible entity which wished me harm, so if I were to write a story about it - which now that it's been called to my attention I may do as a Halloween mystery story - it would be a paranormal Cozy set in Glasgow in 1971, because my sleuth was in Istanbul during Halloween 1970, so it would have to be set in 1971.
Here's one example from my business life (I am now retired and writing for personal enjoyment; also to "do my bit" in whatever tiny way I can to make the world less horrendous; and to keep mentally active and fulfilled).
I frequently worked from 7am until 8pm or even later. I was very focussed because often I was tired and so I needed to be totally focussed to "get the job done right".
One evening I was sitting in my office, on the telephone, and suddenly there was a "jagging" pain in my throat. Still concentrating on my call to the exclusion of any other thoughts, I put up my hand to my throat, plucked the opened brooch from my blouse and placed it on my desk.
When I finished my call I went to pick up the brooch, but it was not there.
Thinking that it had fallen, I looked all around the desk and the floor. It was nowhere in sight.
I called in another worker, and together we searched for over an hour. There was no sign of the brooch. There was blood on my throat, where the open "pin" fastener of the brooch had jagged into my neck.
2 weeks later, the brooch re-appeared, with no blood on it, in my dressing table drawer in my home.
This is a real life mystery involving the supernatural, an invisible entity which wished me harm, so if I were to write a story about it - which now that it's been called to my attention I may do as a Halloween mystery story - it would be a paranormal Cozy set in Glasgow in 1971, because my sleuth was in Istanbul during Halloween 1970, so it would have to be set in 1971.
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