The shadow

I will be honest, the Men in Black phenomenon is not typically my area of expertise. I am usually more than happy to let my esteemed colleague Nick Redfern handle those bizarre and unsettling accounts, as he has had far more experience and a more formidable record of weird tales concerning these mysterious specters than

A shadowed figure shrouded in swirling black mist, eyes glowing an eerie red, performs a ritualistic dance. A ghostly apparition rises from the ground, its form flickering and distorted, reaching out with skeletal fingers. The air crackles with arcane energy, casting long, ominous shadows on the desolate landscape.

A shadowed figure shrouded in swirling black mist, eyes glowing an eerie red, performs a ritualistic dance. A ghostly apparition rises from the ground, its form flickering and distorted, reaching out with skeletal fingers. The air crackles with arcane energy, casting long, ominous shadows on the desolate landscape.

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The man was Adam Rainer born in Graz, Austria sometime in 1899 (the exact date isn’t known). Rainer’s parents were neither tall nor short for the time, with his father measuring in at 5 feet 8 inches (1.72 m) and his mother at 5 feet 5 inches (1.65 m). He even had a brother who matched his father’s height at [...]

@Macro Mondays: When I saw this week's theme I immediately thought of chess pieces. The idea was to show the pawn as king. The picture is not photoshopped, it was taken with both pieces placed sideways on the same setting to create the illusion that the pawn casts the shadow of a king. A fun challenge :) HMM

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