#unexplained event

The unexplained deaths of Kris Kremers and Lisanne Froon, who disappeared while hiking in Panama, is made especially unnerving by the evidence discovered during the search for the girls. The two dutch students were looking forward to volunteering with children and learning spanish during their trip to Panama, but did not get the chance to do either. On the 1st of April 2014 they set off into the forests around Baru Volcano, and were never seen alive again.

After the pair failed to attend a pre-arranged appointment on the 2nd of April the local police were alerted to their disappearance. The search involved aerial searches of the forest and enlisting local farmers and tribesmen to comb the local areas. As the days passed and the search continued to turn up nothing, special forces with dog units and detectives from the netherlands became involved.

Approximately 10 weeks after the search had started a Ngobe woman stumbled across a discarded backpack while she was tending to her rice paddy. The backpack contained items that belonged to both Froon and Kremers, including both their phones and Froon’s camera. Part of the tragedy of the situation is that the phones revealed they had made multiple attempts to contact the authorities, dialling both 911 (the emergency line in Panama) and 112 (the emergency line in the Netherlands).

The unnerving aspect of the discovery was the time stamps of when the phones were last switched on. The final time Kremer’s phone was switched on was the 11th of April, 10 days after the girls went missing. Numerous false pin numbers were entered into Kremer’s phone after the 7th of April, with no successful attempts. 77 emergency phone calls were placed by this phone between the 7th and 11th of April, before the phone was turned off and never switched on again.

The photographs taken on Froon’s camera add to the sinister mystery. There are photograph’s taken on the 1st of April, showing the girls on their hike, enjoying the views and the sun. Then there are a collection of photographs taken on the 8th of April, these were all taken between the hours of 01:00 and 04:00 am, at a rate of one taken every 2 minutes. They show the jungle in pitch black darkness,  In one photograph Kremer’s head appears to be visible, with blood staining her temple.

The bodies of the two women were discovered two weeks after the backpack was uncovered. Their bones were scattered along long distances of a river bank, Froon’s foot was found still inside her boot, while Kremer’s jean shorts were found neatly folded on a rock a few kilometres away from where the backpack and bones were found. Froon’s bones were discovered with some skin still attached to them, however Kremer’s bones appeared to have been bleached.

One day I went to work and left Peanut out. It was a small studio and it was just Peanut and I.  She had a perch set up by a sink and would often spend her day arguing with her nemesis in the mirror.  When I returned Peanut was in my computer area and the computer was on with typing on the screen that read something like, “fasghdi$#|^”.   To this day, I figure she was trying to tell me something…

I'm an avid reader of sixpenceee's blog, and I love reading stories from other users about weird, creepy stuff that has happened to them, so I thought I'd share mine.

It's a bit long, but bear with me.

My family and I travel quite a bit. On one of our trips we went on a cruise that stopped at multiple places one of them being Belize, a country on the eastern coast of Central America (I'm prettttyyy sure that was it, this was a couple years ago). 

We went on a couple little tours and such during our 1 day stay there and one of those tours was a river tube ride through a series of caves. The tubes were your classic plastic inner tubes, only big enough for one person sitting with your butt touching the water through the hole in the middle. Each person would get in one in the water and then the tour guide would situate your legs to drape over the shoulders of a person in front of you who would hold your feet, and you would hold the feet of someone behind you. So it ended up being like barrel of monkeys, inner tube style. 

There was a LOT of people. I stuck with my mom, younger brother, and dad the whole time. Everybody was equipped with a headlamp to help them see in the caves because they were quite dark, but absolutely beautiful, filled with massive stalagmites and stalactites. The top of the caves were waaaay far up, you could only barely see the roof. It was massive.

I don't remember how long it had been, but at one point the group I was with (each train of tubes had about 10-20 people) pulled off to the side and stopped and everyone got out onto this spot of land at the base of a small... mountain, I suppose, because apparently there were some interesting things the tour guide wanted to show us. We climbed up the "mountain" (we're still in the cave, keep in mind, but like I said the cave systems were very tall) and when we reached the top the group gathered around the guide.

He explained that if you crawled through the crevice behind him (large enough for a regular sized adult or child) it would lead you to an open cave area with Mayan (?) artifacts such as broken pots and such. Apparently the caves used to be home to natives way back when. My brother went it, I opted not to. Instead, I used my time to explore a little on my own. I looked around, peering into smaller crevices and finding little things like broken pieces of pottery. Then things got weird.

My memory of this is hazy, for reasons I'll explain after, but from what I remember and what I was told it went like this.

I do remember standing at the edge of the "mountain", looking down at the inner tubes going by, each one lit up like a firefly. I was looking around the caves just admiring. And suddenly I was washed over with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Everyone knows how weird it feels, but this was overpowering. I then began to feel incredibly dizzy and my vision blurred. I must have stumbled or somehow drawn the attention of the tour group and my mom, because the next thing I knew I was surrounded by people asking me if I was okay, if I could hear them. I think I nodded or said yes, but I would later be told that they asked me MULTIPLE times if I was okay and I was silent, just stared at nothing. I have no memory of that.

Afterwards, I felt mildly nauseous but otherwise okay. The tour guide held my hand and led me down the mountain with our group and we all got back into the inner tubes. It wasn't long after that I started to panic. I suddenly couldn't remember anything properly, it felt as if it had all been a dream or something, I just remember not being able to remember if it had actually happened or not. I jokingly asked my mom to confirm the event, and she did, but I started crying at one point and could not stop panicking for the life of me. Eventually it wore off and I calmed down, but I felt off for the rest of the day and the event stuck with me.

Okay let’s try this again. I actually typed all this out once, but tumblr ate it (which was really annoying and kind of freaky tbh). So once more, with feeling.

When I was 14 or 15, my high school class took a field trip to the National Holocaust Museum in Washington, DC. I spent most of the time crying. (It’s an extremely important and powerful memorial. Which was also emotionally devastating then, and probably still would be.) And also alone, because I was really not close with many people in my class at all, and definitely wouldn’t trust to cry on.

Until I see purple hair from across the room. I only know one person with purple hair - my best friend, who goes to another school. Holy crap, it’s her! Her school must have been on some kind of joint field trip dealie with mine! I wave and she comes running over all “AAH SYLVER I’m so glad you’re here!!” And I’m so glad SHE’S there, because oh man do I need a hug at this point, and it’s just much easier to go through together.

So we hang out and walk around together for the rest of the day and talk for hours. Her family is Jewish, so it’s an even more important place and history for her. And we just help each other through the day and there are lots of hugs. And I introduce her to some classmates. She says her mom is there, but I don’t see her (that I recall).

p> Then it’s time to go home, so we hug goodbye, and promise to talk about it online like we do every night (Neopets or DeviantART in those days). And I go home, feeling much better that she was there.

A few hours later, we’re chatting online. I’m like “wow wasn’t today weird? randomly meeting at the Holocaust Museum of all places? Glad you were there though.”

And she says approimately… “Wut?”

"The Holocaust Museum. The field trip? Your school and mine I guess?"

"I wasn’t in school today, I was sick."

I think she’s messing with me, so I’m like SUUURE OK yeah it was my OTHER Jewish best friend with purple hair who calls me Sylver and glomps me from across the room.

And she says “No, really. I wasn’t there. I didn’t see anyone today.’

To this day she swears she wasn’t there, and I believe her.

To this day, I remember talking with her for hours, and I believe ME.

I talked to the classmates I introduced her to. Asked if any of them remembered meeting my friend with the purple hair. None of them did. None of them even remembered talking to ME that day.

I still do not know what to make of this. If this was some kind of dream or hallucination (emotional coping mechanism?) it’s the most convincing one I’ve ever had. But as nothing like that has ever happened before or since, I’m not inclined to think that’s it.