Finding life for lost items
So, it was about two in the morning and I was reading this horror novel (review):
Imagine my surprise when I turned the page and found this:
Kind of creeped me out. And further on there was this:
It was only sort of explained in the note I found:
Real size= pass photo
found by a bike rack at Central Station Amsterdam, October 09.
My friend found this slip of paper in the vents of his house in NE Portland, a relic from some previous residents. On the front is a child playing with an adding machine. On the opposite side, a child has written "I will eat you." This is what I imagine for its origin: the child who wrote "I will eat you" has a little brother or sister who believes there's a monster (or a dragon) living in the vents. Or perhaps they both believe there's a monster living somewhere in their home. At any rate, he/she writes "I will eat you" on this slip of paper and slips it down into the vent, believing that next time the heat is turned on, the note will fly out and be seen by their sibling. The logical conclusion: the monster knows you're there. And it will eat you.
Second possible scenario: this was a challenge to the monster living under their house. "You're going to eat me? I don't think so! I will eat you!"
Yay! My first find since joining this community. :D
Strangely enough, I found this wrapped up in like 10 pounds of tape outside my apartment. Which is great because it's been raining cats and dogs recently. (It's almost like the person wanted someone else to find it?)
Anyway, I need help translating though. At the risk of sounding ignorant, I think it's in Arabic??( I hope this cut works...Collapse )
Found this in Sulzer library, Chicago, Il.
I want to confess that Christina _____ did infact anniciate [initiate] the first phone call to John _____!
She told me she wanted him back in jail and that since she had his number she would call him!
I will take a lie detector test if
neg [necessary?]My home is in Portland, Oregon, but I found this in Seattle on vacation in March visiting my friends who live there, and also visiting with my ex-girlfriend who happened to be in Seattle for a business trip. I mention this because there's a story behind this find. My ex-girlfriend (who lives outside Chicago) and I agreed to meet in the lobby of her hotel in downtown Seattle. I drove into downtown on this particular Sunday morning. Although we talk on the phone often, we hadn't seen each other since our breakup in 2002 and hoped that we wouldn't get into a fight. I quickly found a parking spot--very far from her hotel, but I didn't want to have to circle the blocks in deeper downtown for a spot or pay for a parking garage. So I'm listening to my ipod, walking through downtown Seattle, enjoying the cold morning weather, looking forward to seeing my ex-girlfriend, hoping we wouldn't fight about anything during our day together (like old times), and suddenly, I realize that I've left my car door unlocked.
According to my Google Map, I was close to the hotel and I'd walked for about 20 minutes. I don't own a cellphone, so I couldn't call her. So I had to decide whether I should turn around and go back to the car now or continue to the hotel, apologize, tell her that I had to go back to the car, and then go. I chose the second option. So I get to the hotel, we hug, and I say "I have to go." She was only briefly confused. I explain about the car, and dash back the way I came. I walked/jogged and as I passed by a building, I noticed this enigmatic confession note lying, folded, on a pillar. I picked it up practically without pausing. No need to tell the rest of the story (which involves another brief dilemma about my far away parking spot, my desire to be polite in regard to breakfast, and returning to the hotel). Sufficed to say, we had a great day hanging out with each other. Moral of the story: it seems that whenever I'm even slightly frustrated about something, the universe gives me a good find.
Found in Amsterdam. The culprits had tried to burn the notes to cover up the evidence:
has my permission to get a piercing
but it cannot cost more than 50 euros.
with friendly greetings, F.J. de Jong( four moreCollapse )
I live in a lively Pittsburgh neighborhood where many kids play on the streets and sidewalks. One recently decided that my mailbox should be the place for leaving this note.
I found this matchbook cover inside a 1945 printing of Ernie Pyle
's Brave Men
. I found the book at a yard sale in Pittsburgh.