Do you believe in curses? Here are four creepy cases where explaining away unlucky events as coincidence just doesn't seem good enough...


Otzi, the Stone Age Iceman

This mummified corpse was discovered preserved in ice on the Alps at the Austrian-Italian border – after 53 centuries of chilly entombment… The man who found him, German tourist Helmut Simon, later fell to his death near the spot where he discovered Otzi.

Some believe the warrior is angry at being disturbed after 5,300 years, as several other people associated with Otzi’s recovery and examination died soon after the body’s discovery…



Almost immediately after Helmut’s funeral, the leader of the mountain-rescue team that had located Otzi died of a heart attack. Next to perish was the archaeologist who first inspected Otzi’s body – he died from complications from multiple sclerosis. A car crash took the life of the head of the Forensics team as he was en route to give a talk about the Iceman – and the man who filmed the removal of Otzi’s body from the ice died of a brain tumour. Then, molecular archaeologist Tom Loy, who was finalising his book on Otzi, was found dead at his home.

0888 888 888…

If this ever becomes your number, watch out – everyone who’s been assigned to it has died. All of them. Thankfully, the mobile phone company that issued the supposedly cursed number has suspended it…just in case.

Two of those who died had very dodgy occupations – a Mafia boss who was gunned down – and a crooked businessman who was also shot. Both men died the same way, had the same number – and the same name: Konstantin. The first victim was the CEO of the company that issued the number – he died of cancer.

The worst wedding…EVER

Urban legend, curse, or simply a tragic tale? Although no official records survive, biographers quickly wrote about the doomed nuptials of Maria Vittoria dal Pozzo and Prince Amadeo of Savoy back in 1867 Turin. If the stories are true, Maria was definitely very disappointed in the way her big day turned out – thanks to the hefty death toll accompanying it.



It all started when the maid in charge of laying out Maria’s wedding dress hanged herself. Unsurprisingly, Maria requested a new gown.

Then, during the wedding procession to the church, the colonel leading it fell off his horse and died of sunstroke. Finding a new officer to replace the unfortunate man, the procession was later stopped at the palace gates, which were shut due to the fact that the gatekeeper was lying dead in a pool of blood on the other side – allegedly from self-inflicted knife wounds.

The ceremony had to proceed, however, and the happy couple were eventually married – only for the best man to accidentally shoot himself in the head when examining his pistol.

Understandably, the wedding party decided to hop on a train and get away – but then the stationmaster fell beneath the train, and was killed…

The group, under the orders of King Victor Emmanuel II, gave up and made their way back to the palace – however, on the way, one of the officers on horseback flanking the group fell from his steed and tumbled beneath a carriage. He was ultimately killed by a metal medallion that was hanging around his neck, which dug deeply into his chest. Five years later, Maria died in childbirth.

Who’s way?

In the Philippines, one karaoke favourite – said to be cursed – has put some people in the mood for murder. The 1969 hit My Way by Frank Sinatra has apparently been the impetus behind several killings – including one chap who was shot by a security guard for singing off key and refusing to stop when challenged.

Some blame the deadly phenomena on the fact that the song’s lyrics can be interpreted as arrogant and proud, subsequently provoking fights.

Karaoke is a very popular pastime in the Philippines. One man told the Press, ‘I used to like My Way but, after all the trouble, I stopped singing it. You can get killed.’

Many karaoke bars have removed the song from their books, anxious that the ‘My Way killings’ don’t curse their venue – and people some won’t even sing the tune at family gatherings for fear of what may happen.