"The Mary Celeste was an American merchant brigantine that was found adrift and deserted in the Atlantic Ocean, off the Azores Islands, Portugal, on December 4, 1872, by the Canadian brigantine Dei Gratia. She was in a disheveled but seaworthy condition, under partial sail, with no one on board, and her lifeboat missing. The last log entry was dated ten days earlier. She had left New York City for Genoa on November 7, and on discovery was still amply provisioned.
"Her cargo of denatured alcohol was intact, and the captain's and crew's personal belongings were undisturbed. None of those who had been on board—the captain and his wife, their two-year-old daughter, and the crew of seven—were ever seen or heard from again."
"When I was a kid, like two-ish, I had this dream of a man I called 'Big Daddy' because he looked like a large version of my dad. In the dream, he lifted me up over his head, held me there for what seemed like a few seconds, and dropped me. I recall the dream vividly but not the aftermath, which my parents filled me in on. They heard a super loud thud come from my room, so they ran in and found me several feet away from my bed and both my ears were bleeding. My bed was a car bed that was only about a foot off the ground and it had walls on the side to prevent falling out of it. There was no way falling out of my bed would've made that loud of a noise let alone the likelihood of me falling out of it to begin with.
"I'm pretty sure I was abducted. After that day, I had extremely vivid nightmares about black panthers (not sure why that creature) watching me from outside my window or in the house sometimes. They happened a few times per month and completely stopped when we moved. I remember those dreams more than any other dreams I've ever had in my life. I tell this story all the time as my campfire ghost story, but I've always been tempted to get hypnotic regression therapy to see if I could look passed the disguises of whatever it was that was in my dreams to see what was really happening."