The Unknown Man

The unresolved mystery of the Somerton Man.

Down the Rabbit Hole
10 min readFeb 26, 2022

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It’s the final day of spring in South Australia. November 30th, 1948. John Lyons and his wife were strolling along Somerton Beach when they noticed a man lying slouched against the seawall at an uncomfortable angle. His body was flat, his head was propped up awkwardly on the concrete wall. John checked his watch.. It was only 7 pm. He was worried, only because the mosquitoes were out in full force and the man didn’t seem to be reacting to them at all. He went over to check on the man, but as he approached, the man raised his right arm in a choppy gesture. The way you would wave if you were trying to say “Leave me alone. It’s fine.” In the minds of John and his wife, it was just another drunk passed out on the beach. And they walked on.

Around 7:30 to 8 pm, they passed the man again. He hadn’t moved at all since they’d seen him last. Whatever, they thought. Not their problem. Just let him sleep it off, they thought. And they went on home.

The next morning was the first day of Australian summer, John went for a morning swim at the same beach and, as he towelled off at about 6:30 am, he noticed a crowd forming around the seawall. Beyond the crowd, he saw the same man, lying in the exact same position he’d seen him the night before. Head resting on the wall, arm splayed out in the sand, feet…

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Down the Rabbit Hole

I write about true crime, mysteries, and anything that’s pulled me down a rabbit hole. Good luck climbing out.