I took this picture a few years ago. The story goes like this: It was late one night. I had just gotten home from work and I emptied my pockets on my desk and got ready for bed. I was going to grab a late-night snack from the fridge when I noticed there was a package on the table. It was from my uncle and was addresses to me.
My uncle had spent years traveling the world when he was young because he worked in the Peace Corp. He brought the first electric generators to Africa, brought schoolbooks to children in Hawaii and brought medicine to tribes in South America that had become sick with malaria. He traveled to hundreds of places during his years of service and during his travels he had learned many strange and wonderful things. Once in Italy, he saved a Matador's life by jumping into the ring and staring the bull dead in the eyes while muttering something under his breath.
Well, it had been years since I heard from my uncle and I was eager to see what he sent. Inside the package I found a leather book, but there was no note from my uncle. I flipped through the pages. They were covered in what appeared to be Celtic designs and strange runes. I stared at the text, but was unable to decipher it.
I set the book on my desk, disappointed. I turned to walk away when I suddenly got a strange feeling. I turned around as the hair rose on the back of my neck. The book was levitating an inch off the table. I thought it was some sort of optical illusion, but then the pencil next to it also rose into the air. Suddenly, the spare change I had left on the desk also began to rise, swirling in a helix as it moved slowly upward. I knew nobody would ever believe me, so I quickly fumbled for my camera and snapped a picture. As soon as I did, everything dropped to the ground.
In the years since I have told many people, but few believe the photos authenticity.
