My blood makes a noise
According to this story, some one stole a wooden bust of John Travolta from a bar in Toledo... days later, the wooden bust simply re-appeared.
Mr. Avolt said he didn’t know how the head wound up at his bar. "It was at our place at closing," he said. "He was happy he got it back, so everything worked out fine."
I think the real story here is that someone stole this wooden bust of John Travolta and, because of his Scientologist beliefs or something, the bust was like a voodoo talismen. Bad, bad things happened to the bust theif, and all the while there was Travolta's wooden head, grinning sinisterly in the darkness. After the guy had a Final Destination-style brush with death that could only be explained as being the work of Travolta's nefarious head, he wrapped it up and returned it to the bar from whence it came, sealing the demons away until the next sad soul should dare to disturb... Travolta!
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