On the afternoon of June 6th, 1980, Sigmund Adamski left his home in Tingley, a quiet town in West Yorkshire, England.

It was around 3.30 p.m. According to his wife, Lottie, he said that he was going to go out and pick up a few potatoes from the local shop.

It was just a short walk, maybe 10 minutes

at most. He didn't take his wallet, only a small amount of money in his pocket. It was

kind of cloudy outside, but dry. He expected to be back quickly.

Sigmund Adamski was 56 years old, a former coal miner recently retired and by all accounts a steady,

reliable man. He and Lottie had been married for decades, and they lived a modest life.

He was well-liked, polite, he kept mostly to himself. His health was generally good,

mentally sharp, no signs of depression or confusion.

His goddaughter's wedding was scheduled for Saturday, and he had been looking forward to it.

He was due to read a passage during the ceremony.

The suit he planned to wear had been laid out the night before.

But Adamski never made it to the shop.

Somewhere between his doorstep and the short walk into town,

he disappeared.

What happened to Sigmund is perhaps one of the strangest mysteries I found online. How does

a person simply vanish? But that would only be the beginning. The investigations that followed would get

even weirder. And it seemed to point at the impossible. My name is Edwin. And here's a horror

story. By the time evening arrived and he still hadn't come home, Lottie grew anxious.

She made a few phone calls to friends and neighbors. No one had seen him. There had been no phone

call, no message, no trace of where he might have gone. That night, she contacted the police.

A missing person's report was filed.

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