Mystical cases of mass disappearance of people, and remained a mystery

Any crime leaves traces. This is an immutable truth, from which investigators and criminologists around the world start. A person can't just disappear into thin air, and certainly this can't happen to several people at the same time. Or can it? 

More than 80 years have passed, and scientists have not found an explanation for the mysterious disappearance of people in 1930 in Canada. Angikuni-this name was not only the lake, but also the local fishing village located nearby. About 2000 Inuit lived in it, always joyfully welcoming travelers.

This area was a tasty morsel for hunters and fishermen — fur-bearing animals were beaten in the vicinity. Although it was not easy to get to Angikuni, there were brave seekers, among whom was a Canadian hunter named Joe Labelle. He often visited those parts, and after hunting he liked to stop at an Inuit village to rest and gain strength.

But on November 12, 1930, he failed to meet old acquaintances. It was cold that day, so Labelle was terribly cold and counted the minutes to the village. Finally, the igloo appeared, but Joe noticed that it was somehow suspiciously deserted. He skied up to the first house and entered. There was no one inside, although the situation suggested that the residents had left the house as if a few minutes ago: the soup was bubbling in the pot, all the things were in their places.

After going through the whole village, Joe did not find a soul. All the warm clothes and weapons, food were left in the igloo, and the snow around the village did not preserve a single human trace, despite the windless weather. Frightened, the hunter hurriedly went to the nearest telegraph office. A few hours later, a detachment arrived.

Terrible details were revealed to the police. First, the local cemetery was completely ruined: the graves were dug up, and the corpses disappeared. Secondly, dead dogs were found near the village. Eskimos, who consider dogs to be their breadwinners and great value, would never kill an entire pack in their life, and certainly would not touch their dead.

Where the Eskimos went, why they abandoned all their belongings, did not take any food or clothes, remained a mystery.

Flannan is a small archipelago near Scotland. A 23-meter lighthouse stands above one of the islands. Today, the islands are uninhabited: since the lighthouse began to work automatically, the profession of lighthouse keepers has become a thing of the past.

And at the beginning of the last century, three caretakers had to be constantly on duty at the lighthouse, another one was at the coastal station. When the mysterious thing happened, three people were on watch: Second Assistant Warden James Ducat, First Assistant Thomas Marshall and Assistant Donald MacArthur. Chief Caretaker Joseph Moore later said that everything was as usual when he left the lighthouse three weeks earlier.

So, on December 15, 1900, a message was received from the steamer "Arctor": the crew complained that there was no signal from the lighthouse. Unfortunately, the authorities did not attach much importance to this, and the flight to the lighthouse, which was supposed to take place on December 20, was canceled due to bad weather conditions. Only on December 26, Joseph Moore and the team managed to reach the lighthouse. But no one met them, except for a bare flagpole. The gates and all the doors were locked, the caretakers ' beds were not made, and the clock stopped.

Surprisingly, the lighthouse lamps were perfectly polished, there was enough fuel in them, and the waterproof raincoats of the caretakers hung on their hooks. The only thing that was strange about the lighthouse's surroundings was the overturned kitchen table. And, in fact, the absence of people.

Puzzled, Moore read the latest entries in the magazine:

The strangeness of the records was that the weather was certainly fresh in the Flannan area these days, but the storm began only in the morning of December 16, when the lighthouse fire had not shone for a day. And Dukat and MacArthur were hereditary sailors, brave people who never prayed during storms, and even more so did not cry.

A thorough inspection of the island yielded nothing, except for the fact that on the western shore, on the pier, they found a bent fence. According to the official version, the ministers fell victim to the extraordinary force of the squall. But few people were satisfied with it.