The Paranormal Blog

There is something magical about spending hours pouring through the shelves of our local used book shop. A feeling that surfing through online auction sites could never reproduce, no matter how good my find.

My favourite shop is located on Yonge Street just south of Bloor here in Toronto, Canada.

There are three stories that you access via a series of ancient wooden staircases. And the steps creak as you trod upon them. Each floor is jam packed with books on every topic imaginable. Some are shelved and others are stacked willy-nilly about each room. The musty smell of dust and pages well worn is like heaven to me .... and when I find a "new" treasure for our collection the excitement I feel is akin to any kid let loose at Sugar Mountain! (our favourite candy shop).

I picked up this gem, The Missing Seven Hours, by David Haisell for 0.99 cents. It was originally published in 1978 by Paper Jacks and is now out of print.

The book details the investigation of a series of alleged alien abductions/contact that occurred within an hour of my home in the Lake Simcoe area of southern Ontario. It all began for Gerry Armstrong as a young lad growing up in the UK during the 1950's and a puzzling episode where he seemingly lost seven hours of time. The book chronicles the Armstrong family's experiences with UFO's, apparitions, poltergeist activity, and an encounter with their exact body doubles that spans twenty-five years and two continents.

What makes this book an even greater find for our ever growing collection is that it's previous owner scribbled notes on the odd page throughout .... I love this ...like ancient graffitti ... if you are like me you'll understand why I consider this special .... and if not ... you probably won't get it at all ....

Cheers to the used book shop ..... you always make for such a wonderful way to spend a rainy summer afternoon!

Posted By Sue