Out next item up for auction: A 1993 Topps rookie card for Derek Jeter, shortstop for the Brooklyn Dodgers. While clearly a clever forgery, all tests indicate that it is authentic.
Irma Watts collected this sphere of lint one dryerful at a time while she was directing the indie hit Three Raven Sunsets, the last film she made before her death.
EDIT: credit as Andy Hauge please
The comic is vacuum-sealed, mint condition and from a mail-away promotion where you would be able to be drawn as the main character. The character changes to fit the owner of the comic, as does the fate sealed inside.
A matchbox full of the baby teeth of a local celebrity, perfectly preserved. Perfect fuel for a ritual.
(First can I say that skimming past the Hardy Boys in red and blue immediately made me thing of the D&D basic and expert boxes.)
Sealed inside this box, and encased in clear plastic, is the D20 that was last rolled from the great game creator and comic creator Garrison Kirby. No one has opened this box to see what the result was, but folks say that the power it contains could change your life, for good or ill.
A collection of local newspapers, from towns all over the world. They cover a span of over fifty years. They have been lovingly filed in an order that speaks to design but bears no logical explanation.
A plastic cup containing a single tear, cryed by the Herald of Veils before tearing their home dimension apart.
The Special Witch PennyTM is a rare edition of a popular fashion doll, mainly marketed to little girls. The Witch PennyTM comes with a broom, a cat with real hair (can be brushed) and a tiny book of spells. It was an exclusive run, only 580 Witch PennysTM (without cat or book) were created, plus 86 Special Witch PennyTM. It was quickly replaced by the Space PennyTM series.
The GRUNTS action playset of the STARS vehicle, a ‘tactical space shuttle’ piloted by the character Wally ‘Woodstock’ Brown, was hastily recalled just before shipping as a response to the Challenger disaster. Only a dozen or so pre-production models sent to toy fairs and TV executives were not recovered. They have never entered the secondary market, and speculation about the astronomical price one would fetch are a perennial subject on the reddit/r/toys/GRUNTS group.
The hashtag #spentcasings has blown up since the Vice special on supers fans who scour the scenes of past battles for the cast-off detritus of their heroes (and villains) of choice. Now the main subject of that piece, collector @scourthescene claims to have dug up the jacket for the depleted Moxiumite round that pierced Kid Solomon’s mask and ended his career as the (New) Gauntleteer’s protegee. Metaforensic experts are calling the discovery into question, but until it’s submitted to Solomon Labs for a full analysis, we won’t know for sure.
“See, this isn’t just ANY Narcosis Comics Tarot deck, right? I swear to Ozroch, I’ve done like four or five dozen readings with this deck, and no matter who it is, or what they ask about, somehow the same four cards always show up in every spread. Sometimes they’re reversed, sometimes regular, but they’re always there: Hanged Man, The Devil, High Priestess, and fuckin’ DEATH, man. I don’t know whether to burn this thing or put it on eBay.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, baroque and elaborate perfume bottles are, as we all know, a mainstay of the glass collecting world, but few are as coveted as the ones that can be authenticated as having sat on the mantles and boudoir tables of the infamous Hargrave House. It is a commonly-held urban legend that the occult reputation of that Victorian gentleman’s club permeates any objects that survived its destruction during the London Blitz. Our next lot consists of two misters and one cologne bottle, all recovered from the ruins in 1943 and until now in the hands of a former club member, whose estate offers this lot. Shall we open bidding at twenty thousand pounds?”
A shoebox full of small, smooth river stones. They aren’t worth anything to anyone except for the young boy who collected them from the trails behind his old house. They are his most prized possession.
(Credit: Jason Brown)
Over 100 years ago, the famed painter Ulrich Alma burnt his most famous painting, the 3-story-tall “Discourse on the Final Battle at the End of Days”, as part of an elaborate performance ritual. His assistants carefully bottled the ashes into small crystal vials which they distributed to the assembled penitents with the instructions: “keep. watch. conquer.”
“Your Imperial majesty, I assure you that all of the finest scholars in France have confirmed the sword’s provenance without doubt. With this blade in your possession, the Grande Armée shall be invincible!” Awestruck, Napoleon held aloft the Sword of Roland and whispered its name—Durandal.
Your contribution is so creepy. Your description of the ashes of the “Discourse on the Final Battle at the End of Days” has a stranger-than-fiction vibe.
An old, worn drawstring bag, full of marbles. Each is unique, the threaded glass inside in intricate patterns that seem to draw the eye ever closer, like a mandala. Examining it through a jeweller’s loupe you can just make out an image inside. A landscape maybe? The way the light filters through the glass, there almost seems to be movement to the image.
A curiosity of the “freak folk” movement, the 1971 album First Utterance by the band Comus features songs about murder, necrophelia, and insanity. Record collectors whisper about a red vinyl pressing, and rumor has it that listening to this rare version grants a strange, dark insight. Ted Bundy, Steve Jobs, David Burkowitz, and Sergey Brin have all owned copies.
The Custom Doll is, objectively speaking, quite plain: a cloth body, buttons for eyes, a string for a mouth. It remains nonetheless prized by collectors because, no matter who holds it, it always looks like a doll of oneself. It changes hands often, however, as collectors gradually lose their appreciation for the resemblance.
There are way more than 30 silver coins circulating among sellers claiming to have one of the original 30 pieces paid to Judas, so be skeptical of anyone who claims to have put together the complete set. You’ll know you have a real one, though, when strangers begin whispering about you as you pass. You’ll know you have a few real ones, even, when the whispering stops, and the staring begins.
A man once had a key that opened a gate that led down a tunnel that opened into the afterlife. He lost the key. He can’t remember what it looks like; that was a long time ago. Now he collects keys of all shapes and sizes, on the off chance one leads someplace just as interesting, or perhaps even back home.
Iris Fulcher, the last human ever to set foot on Earth, gave her body to the Museum of Humanity. It was destroyed when the museum was burned to the ground decades later. It is said that her finger-bones somehow survived, still blackened by the strange forces that ravaged our home planet. Even one would be priceless to the right collector.
The most sought-after genie lamp in the world is that of Ebro the Absent-Minded, the only one of his kind who still forgets to add the “no wishing for more wishes” caveat to his spiel.
That’s it for this month! Thanks all for being so wonderfully weird (and poignant, and so on).