Late in the summer of 2010, we were working on a roof in Kearney. We had a long tiring day of work. We had just left the jobsite, not a couple of minutes into our drive towards home. I was tired, and just trying to relax. I was heading north on 33 Hwy through town. As I approached a large intersection, I began feeling or hearing, "take the back way....take the back way". At the upcoming intersection, I could take a right, and go by the High School, and hit a road on the east side of Kearney to get to 92 Hwy. Twice at least, I was being told to take the back way. I even thought in my head, "Na, I will just keep heading north, it is easier to drive."
So, I'm heading north, driving really slow, because I'm tired. The speed limit is 35 mph, and I'm going maybe 30 to 32, and this is going downhill even. Then I had to make my way somewhat uphill for quite a while. I was pulling my trailer, which was pretty loaded down with old shingles. I was definately in no hurry at all, just trying to chill out after a rough day at work. Next thing I know, I hear a police siren, so I slow down, and expect him to fly around me after someone else. Nope, he's pulling in behind me, with siren blaring, and the cherries going everywhere. So I pull off the main road onto a side street.
He takes his time coming up to my vehicle, as they so often do. He says, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" I said, "No" I had no idea, I was honestly worried that my trailer was an issue or something. He said, "You were speeding coming down through here." I said, "I was, I thought the speed limit was 35" He said, "Nope, it drops to 25 right back there." I apologized for speeding, and told him that I wasn't aware that I was, I really wasn't in a hurry. He went back to his car, and I proceeded to tell my passenger that I have never gotten out of a ticket in my life, never had been issued just a warning. Fortunately, there is a first time for everything. Only a warning, but I apparently actually missed my warning earlier. The one telling me, "take the back way....take the back way".
Another lesson learned, follow your instincts, and most of all your intuition. Many times it is so subtle, and your logical mind talks you out of it. Making you think it is all nonsense. Listen to it. It might make your day go a lot better, or even save your life someday.
Friday, January 28, 2011
My Roommate and his encounter with our ghost
The story after this post explains the noises we would hear in the night at our apartment in college. This is the experience that my roommate had with the Ghost in our apartment.
I believe this event took place after my roommate and I had shared that we both were hearing the hallway closet door open and close in the night for nearly 2 years straight. I woke up one morning, and looked over, and my roommate was sitting up in bed a bit, and I could tell that something was wrong. I immediately asked him, "What is wrong?" He sat there for a minute and said something like, "You won't believe me" This is a guy I had known for years, he was my best friend, the person I could trust the most to tell me the truth. I tried to tell him that I will believe him. He was certain that I wouldn't. I said to him, "what happened?.....What's wrong" He said again, "Man, you won't believe me!"
I finally coersed him into telling me. He said that he woke up to a sound in the middle of the night. That he opened his eyes and looked up, and he saw the head of a woman floating in front of him, and over his bed. He said it scared him, and he was telling it to go away. But, it didn't go away. He said that he told it again, to go away, it didn't move. Then he said that it moved to right in front of him, and he tried to punch it. When his fist got to where the face was, that it disappeared, just kind of vaporized.
He said that it was an old woman, and that she was ugly. He could see her face and her hair, and that was about it. There was no body to go with her face or head. This really shook him up, as I can imagine it would. He didn't really want to talk about this encounter, after that. I tried to bring it up a few times, and right away, he didn't want to talk, he didn't even want it entering into his mind. He just wanted to forget that it ever happened.
This was really my first, confirmed experience with a ghost, at our apartment in college. The first time that for sure, what I was experiencing, could be confirmed.
I believe this event took place after my roommate and I had shared that we both were hearing the hallway closet door open and close in the night for nearly 2 years straight. I woke up one morning, and looked over, and my roommate was sitting up in bed a bit, and I could tell that something was wrong. I immediately asked him, "What is wrong?" He sat there for a minute and said something like, "You won't believe me" This is a guy I had known for years, he was my best friend, the person I could trust the most to tell me the truth. I tried to tell him that I will believe him. He was certain that I wouldn't. I said to him, "what happened?.....What's wrong" He said again, "Man, you won't believe me!"
I finally coersed him into telling me. He said that he woke up to a sound in the middle of the night. That he opened his eyes and looked up, and he saw the head of a woman floating in front of him, and over his bed. He said it scared him, and he was telling it to go away. But, it didn't go away. He said that he told it again, to go away, it didn't move. Then he said that it moved to right in front of him, and he tried to punch it. When his fist got to where the face was, that it disappeared, just kind of vaporized.
He said that it was an old woman, and that she was ugly. He could see her face and her hair, and that was about it. There was no body to go with her face or head. This really shook him up, as I can imagine it would. He didn't really want to talk about this encounter, after that. I tried to bring it up a few times, and right away, he didn't want to talk, he didn't even want it entering into his mind. He just wanted to forget that it ever happened.
This was really my first, confirmed experience with a ghost, at our apartment in college. The first time that for sure, what I was experiencing, could be confirmed.
Haunted Apartment in College
I've told this story many times in my life to share with people my experiences with ghosts. I've never however written it down, just told it from memory.
Back in 1991 until the end of 1993, 2 1/2 years I lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 3 other friends of mine. We were all attending a college in that smallish town at the time. We were all in our early 20's in age. Ghosts were about as far from our minds as you can get, having fun and looking for girls were our greatest interests at the time. Oh yeah, and going to class, more like having to go to class.
Not long after we moved in, I began noticing the closet door in the hallway, opening and closing in the middle of the night. It always happened really late, likely after midnight each night. I mean, we were young, we stayed up late, and it was after we would go to bed. I don't recall hearing it when I was in the living room. The door made a distinct sound when you opened it, and closed it. No mistaking which door it was when you heard it. Immediately, hallway closet door would pop into your conscious mind.
This went on for month after month, not happening every night or anything. None of us brought it up to the others, I know I didn't. I didn't want anyone to think I was nuts. So we kept it to ourselves. We had one roommate, that would come in at all hours of the night, and often he would take a shower, when he got in, even at 2 or 3 am, he would still take a shower. I rationalized it as him coming in late, and opening the closet to get a towel. That is where we kept all of the towels for the bathroom.
I remember at some point, I was hearing this sound, almost night after night, and finally it was really starting to stick in my mind, and I began to wonder, what for sure was causing it. One night I was startled awake to the sound of that closet door opening, then closing, then opening again, and then closing again. That didn't exactly make sense, why was he needing to open it twice in a row. So I got up out of bed, I was going to see for certain, what is going on. Honestly, I was a bit scared, because it had occured to me before, that it might be a ghost. That wasn't rational though, and I was a logical and rational person. As I went to open my door to my room, I could clearly see my roommate that shared a room with me, in his bed. My other 2 roommates shared the other room in the apartment. Their door to their room was just to the left as I opened my door. I couldn't see anything or anyone in the hallway or the bathroom for that matter. I began to look to my left and I was praying that only one of my roommates was in bed asleep. I scanned their room quickly, and they were both! sound asleep! Wow, some serious stuff started coming up through my chest and I closed the door to my room as fast as I possibly could.
I got back into bed quickly, and my heart was pounding away. I knew now for certain that it wasn't my roommate, that I had rationalized it had to be. It wasn't any of my roommates that had been opening and closing the closet door over the 2 1/2 years that we lived there.
I still kept my mouth shut about this, and tried not to think about it. Fortunately in college you are so busy with things, you don't have time to worry about something like that, and you dang sure, don't want to admit you think there is a ghost in the apartment. One day the guy who shared a room with me, asked me if I had ever heard the hallway closet door close in the night, and he asked in a way that he was obviously perplexed by it. I said, "oh, yeah" and he about came unglued. He said, "You've heard it too?" I said, "yep" He said, "Well what is it?" I told him about the night I got up, and everyone was sound asleep, right after I heard it. I told him it must be a ghost. He did not want to hear that, by his reaction. I told him I thought it was Tom, he said he thought that too, but it was happening so often he began to question it.
A few weeks later, this same roommate saw the ghost over his bed in the night.
Back in 1991 until the end of 1993, 2 1/2 years I lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 3 other friends of mine. We were all attending a college in that smallish town at the time. We were all in our early 20's in age. Ghosts were about as far from our minds as you can get, having fun and looking for girls were our greatest interests at the time. Oh yeah, and going to class, more like having to go to class.
Not long after we moved in, I began noticing the closet door in the hallway, opening and closing in the middle of the night. It always happened really late, likely after midnight each night. I mean, we were young, we stayed up late, and it was after we would go to bed. I don't recall hearing it when I was in the living room. The door made a distinct sound when you opened it, and closed it. No mistaking which door it was when you heard it. Immediately, hallway closet door would pop into your conscious mind.
This went on for month after month, not happening every night or anything. None of us brought it up to the others, I know I didn't. I didn't want anyone to think I was nuts. So we kept it to ourselves. We had one roommate, that would come in at all hours of the night, and often he would take a shower, when he got in, even at 2 or 3 am, he would still take a shower. I rationalized it as him coming in late, and opening the closet to get a towel. That is where we kept all of the towels for the bathroom.
I remember at some point, I was hearing this sound, almost night after night, and finally it was really starting to stick in my mind, and I began to wonder, what for sure was causing it. One night I was startled awake to the sound of that closet door opening, then closing, then opening again, and then closing again. That didn't exactly make sense, why was he needing to open it twice in a row. So I got up out of bed, I was going to see for certain, what is going on. Honestly, I was a bit scared, because it had occured to me before, that it might be a ghost. That wasn't rational though, and I was a logical and rational person. As I went to open my door to my room, I could clearly see my roommate that shared a room with me, in his bed. My other 2 roommates shared the other room in the apartment. Their door to their room was just to the left as I opened my door. I couldn't see anything or anyone in the hallway or the bathroom for that matter. I began to look to my left and I was praying that only one of my roommates was in bed asleep. I scanned their room quickly, and they were both! sound asleep! Wow, some serious stuff started coming up through my chest and I closed the door to my room as fast as I possibly could.
I got back into bed quickly, and my heart was pounding away. I knew now for certain that it wasn't my roommate, that I had rationalized it had to be. It wasn't any of my roommates that had been opening and closing the closet door over the 2 1/2 years that we lived there.
I still kept my mouth shut about this, and tried not to think about it. Fortunately in college you are so busy with things, you don't have time to worry about something like that, and you dang sure, don't want to admit you think there is a ghost in the apartment. One day the guy who shared a room with me, asked me if I had ever heard the hallway closet door close in the night, and he asked in a way that he was obviously perplexed by it. I said, "oh, yeah" and he about came unglued. He said, "You've heard it too?" I said, "yep" He said, "Well what is it?" I told him about the night I got up, and everyone was sound asleep, right after I heard it. I told him it must be a ghost. He did not want to hear that, by his reaction. I told him I thought it was Tom, he said he thought that too, but it was happening so often he began to question it.
A few weeks later, this same roommate saw the ghost over his bed in the night.
Friend Of Mine Felt An Unseen Force Today. Ghost?
Two friends of mine were planning to go through some things today at their great grandparents home, and invited me to go with them. We went through a bunch of their grandparents things inside the house, and also in the garage for a few hours. We then returned to the house, and walked around the basement for a few minutes. We came back upstairs to the kitchen and we were talking about their great grandmother and her affinity for owls (the hoot, hoot thing). One of the brothers was standing about 4 feet from where I was standing. All of a sudden he said "something just grabbed my foot!" We thought he was joking at first, but we could see within a few seconds that he wasn't joking.
I was standing near him, and actually looking in his direction the whole time. I saw nothing on the floor anywhere near him, the nearest thing was a chair, by the kitchen table. It was probably at least 2 feet away, and no way that he contacted it, or it to him. He was soon after obviously trying to rationalize the situation, and also explaining to us how it felt to him. He explained that it felt as if either someone grabbed his foot as he picked it up to begin walking, or that it felt as if something was in front of his foot, keeping it from moving forward. He couldn't move it freely forward to walk. He was having trouble distinguishing which it was. He just couldn't move his foot in a fluid motion forward. He said that as he tried to move it he also heard what sounded like something moving across the floor near his foot. Seemed almost like a scraping sound as he described it. I happened to be talking at the moment this happened, so I was unable to hear anything.
I could clearly see his foot, and I saw him start to move, and then he didn't move. Then he began saying that something grabbed his foot. Shortly after this experience, he moved away from the area. He then said, "Look at my arms! The hair is standing on end and I have goosebumps!" I took a look, definately his hair was all standing up and he had very visible goosebumps.
The reason that I was asked to go with them, was to see if I had any feelings there, or if I picked up on anything. I didn't really pick up anything and even when this event occured, I didn't notice anything at the time. Hours earlier, I did sense there might be a presence in an upstairs bedroom, and while we were downstairs on the first floor, something was really pushing me to want to go upstairs.
I was standing near him, and actually looking in his direction the whole time. I saw nothing on the floor anywhere near him, the nearest thing was a chair, by the kitchen table. It was probably at least 2 feet away, and no way that he contacted it, or it to him. He was soon after obviously trying to rationalize the situation, and also explaining to us how it felt to him. He explained that it felt as if either someone grabbed his foot as he picked it up to begin walking, or that it felt as if something was in front of his foot, keeping it from moving forward. He couldn't move it freely forward to walk. He was having trouble distinguishing which it was. He just couldn't move his foot in a fluid motion forward. He said that as he tried to move it he also heard what sounded like something moving across the floor near his foot. Seemed almost like a scraping sound as he described it. I happened to be talking at the moment this happened, so I was unable to hear anything.
I could clearly see his foot, and I saw him start to move, and then he didn't move. Then he began saying that something grabbed his foot. Shortly after this experience, he moved away from the area. He then said, "Look at my arms! The hair is standing on end and I have goosebumps!" I took a look, definately his hair was all standing up and he had very visible goosebumps.
The reason that I was asked to go with them, was to see if I had any feelings there, or if I picked up on anything. I didn't really pick up anything and even when this event occured, I didn't notice anything at the time. Hours earlier, I did sense there might be a presence in an upstairs bedroom, and while we were downstairs on the first floor, something was really pushing me to want to go upstairs.
Hoot! Hoot! Popped into my head
Psychic experience 1 27 11 5:30 PM Ok, this just happened. A friend of mine called me to see if I was going with him tomorrow to his grandmothers old house in Hamilton. They are cleaning some stuff and organizing some things at her house.
I told him I was in, and he said he would pick me up around 9am in the morning. Seemed like we were about ready to get off of the phone. And then he said something about how when they went to his grandmothers house they would always say two words as they went through the door. I thought to myself, “I wonder what that would be?” I paused for a second or so, and “hoot, hoot” popped in my head from out of nowhere. He went on talking about something, and I was talking in my head to myself thinking, “that can’t be what it is, hoot, hoot.” Then he said, “Well, it actually is one word that we say two times.” Right after he said that, “hoot, hoot” pops in my head again, and it feels like something is pushing me to say it aloud. I was getting like nervous and stuff. Still telling myself, that can’t be it, that can't be the saying they would say. Then, “hoot, hoot” pops in my head again, and then I said, “Is it ‘hoot, hoot’?” And he says something like, “What did you say?” I said it again, and he said, “You’ve got to be kidding me!....Are you serious?....Why did you say that?” I said, “That’s not it, is it?” And he said, “Yeah, we said that when we walked into her house, everytime that we walked through the door.” She had an affinity for owls, and he said that her house was full of art and crafts with owls depicted.
He was blown away, and really I was too, to be honest. That is what popped into my head, out of the thousands of words that it could have been. I have no idea how I knew, really, logically I didn’t know. That is what popped into my head, and I was being prodded to say it to him. So I did.
He gave me no indications that could have led me to that, nothing at all. He just told me that they say these 2 words when they go through the front door, that was it, and in it popped.
I Think the whole reason he brought up this thing about the two words, was because I have a device called the "PX", like the ones you can see being used on the "Ghost Adventures" show. This "PX" will say words, alledgedly a spirit can manipulate the environment to make certain words come from the box. I think that he was thinking how crazy it would be if the PX said those 2 words he was thinking about, that they say when they walk in the door. Then I got the words pop into my mind either from me asking the question of what words are they, or I picked it up from him somehow, and what he was thinking in his mind while we were on the phone.
One way or another, this event took place. He was blown away by it, and couldn't figure out how I possibly could have come up with "hoot, hoot".
I told him I was in, and he said he would pick me up around 9am in the morning. Seemed like we were about ready to get off of the phone. And then he said something about how when they went to his grandmothers house they would always say two words as they went through the door. I thought to myself, “I wonder what that would be?” I paused for a second or so, and “hoot, hoot” popped in my head from out of nowhere. He went on talking about something, and I was talking in my head to myself thinking, “that can’t be what it is, hoot, hoot.” Then he said, “Well, it actually is one word that we say two times.” Right after he said that, “hoot, hoot” pops in my head again, and it feels like something is pushing me to say it aloud. I was getting like nervous and stuff. Still telling myself, that can’t be it, that can't be the saying they would say. Then, “hoot, hoot” pops in my head again, and then I said, “Is it ‘hoot, hoot’?” And he says something like, “What did you say?” I said it again, and he said, “You’ve got to be kidding me!....Are you serious?....Why did you say that?” I said, “That’s not it, is it?” And he said, “Yeah, we said that when we walked into her house, everytime that we walked through the door.” She had an affinity for owls, and he said that her house was full of art and crafts with owls depicted.
He was blown away, and really I was too, to be honest. That is what popped into my head, out of the thousands of words that it could have been. I have no idea how I knew, really, logically I didn’t know. That is what popped into my head, and I was being prodded to say it to him. So I did.
He gave me no indications that could have led me to that, nothing at all. He just told me that they say these 2 words when they go through the front door, that was it, and in it popped.
I Think the whole reason he brought up this thing about the two words, was because I have a device called the "PX", like the ones you can see being used on the "Ghost Adventures" show. This "PX" will say words, alledgedly a spirit can manipulate the environment to make certain words come from the box. I think that he was thinking how crazy it would be if the PX said those 2 words he was thinking about, that they say when they walk in the door. Then I got the words pop into my mind either from me asking the question of what words are they, or I picked it up from him somehow, and what he was thinking in his mind while we were on the phone.
One way or another, this event took place. He was blown away by it, and couldn't figure out how I possibly could have come up with "hoot, hoot".
So busy I haven't posted in a very, very long time
I haven't posted to this blog in so very long. Last year was so busy, I didn't have time to post my experiences. Does that mean that my experiences stopped, oh hell no, not my any means. Instead they have increased dramatically.
My plan is to attempt to post some of the experiences, that I did have time to document from 2010, and also those experiences that have take place already in 2011.
Honestly right now, I have many experiences each and every day. So keeping a journal of them, is nearly impossible for me to do. It would take up so much of my time. I have a lot of interests, and I'm getting a lot of intuitive info, and speaking to quite a few people each day.
I need to journal the things that happen. So many things throughout the years, I forget about, until maybe someone else, brings them up.
My plan is to attempt to post some of the experiences, that I did have time to document from 2010, and also those experiences that have take place already in 2011.
Honestly right now, I have many experiences each and every day. So keeping a journal of them, is nearly impossible for me to do. It would take up so much of my time. I have a lot of interests, and I'm getting a lot of intuitive info, and speaking to quite a few people each day.
I need to journal the things that happen. So many things throughout the years, I forget about, until maybe someone else, brings them up.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Doppelgangers in my life?
Possible Doppelgangers in my life.
Back in the 90’s when I was in college I had some strange stories shared with me. Every now and then I had people tell me that I looked like someone that they knew. I didn’t think much about it at the time. Though the people would look at me like it was almost uncanny or something how much I looked like this person. To me I had a unique look, and I had never seen anyone else who seemed to look that much like me really. I didn’t think much about any of it at the time.
We would have a bunch of people over now and then, sometimes decent sized parties, and at a few of them I had people tell me that they had a guy at their school that looked like me, either from high school or from their college. So I was thinking in my head, “OK, so somebody kinda looks like me. So what?” Once again I didn’t think much about it soon after that. Then one day I was walking to class, and I saw someone walking towards me looking in my direction. They seemed to be looking right at me and kind of did that thing where someone lowers their head and moves it to the side to get a better look. They were acting like they were focusing in to see if I was who they thought I was. Then the guy got this look, like “Yeah, that’s who I thought it was.” He stopped me and said, “Gary?” I said, “Ah...., my name is Craig.” Then they looked at me with that look again, like “I know that is him.” He said, “You're not Gary?” He was obviously all confused about what was going on here. I said, “No, sorry, I’m Craig” and I just continued on to class. I just thought it was weird, just thinking that he had mistaken me for someone else.
I was playing baseball in college in 1990 and 1991. One day some of my teammates told me that one of our coaches lost a $20 bet about me. I was like, “What were you guys betting the coach about that had something to do with me?” They said have you seen the guy on campus that looks like you? I said, “No” and sort of laughed. They said yeah, we saw that guy in the Education building, we walked right by him and Coach said, “Hey, there goes McPheeters.” They said, “That’s not McPheeters.” My coach said to them, “Yeah, that was him, I’ll bet you 20 bucks that was McPheeters.” So he went up and said my name to the guy and the guy looked at him funny, so my coach walked away. So basically my coach that had seen me everyday for like 6 months, my pitching coach, couldn’t tell the difference between me and this guy, enough so that he lost $20 because he was so convinced. My teammates went on to tell me that this guy is my freaking twin, looks just like me. They said, “You’ve never seen the guy?” I still thought they were kidding or something. I said, “No, are you serious?” They said they were serious, there is a guy on campus that looks just like you, same height, same hair, same everything.
Still I didn’t make a big deal about this, it was a bit weird. I transferred schools the next year. I never saw the guy, pretty much forgot about the whole thing for a long time. Then people seemed to always think they knew me or they had seen me before. It was starting to get really strange. Like somewhere there are a bunch of guys that look like me, yet I’ve never seen any of them. There was at least one time at this next school where one of my close friends said something like, “I saw you down at the” such and such "today." I was like “What, I wasn't down there today.” They were like, “Yeah, I saw you there.” I just laughed, I don’t know who they thought they saw, but it wasn’t me. They were convinced it was me and I could tell they thought that I was lying to them.
I guess I just thought it was weird that there happens to be some guys out there that look like me. At that time I’d seen some people that resemble other people. I could tell it wasn’t them, but I never forget a face. I just chocked it up as people misidentifying someone. They thought it was me and it wasn’t.
Then a few years back I heard the term doppelganger. A doppelganger is supposedly another you from possibly some other reality. A complete and perfect look-a-like. Often the stories are of people claiming to run into them, or friends dealing with them, they always seem to be like an evil twin or something. There are stories of people seeing them on the street, and they look just like themselves, many even say they were dressed in the same clothes they were wearing at the time, or driving the same make, model and color of car they drive. One guy said that his girlfriend approached his doppelganger thinking it was him to kiss him, and the guy pushed her away like he didn’t know her. I mean if a girlfriend can’t tell the difference in looks, then that is a truly identical twin. Pretty spooky. She said the guy was a jerk to her, nothing like her boyfriend. Another guy shared a story where he continued to see his doppelganger, many times. He would try to follow him. According to him his doppelganger was driving the same car as him. One day he saw him walking on the street, the twin. His doppelganger was wearing the same football jersey as him, same number, and the kicker, it was a personalized jersey, and it had his same nickname on the back. Wow, explain that one rationally! Ok, has your head stopped spinning around yet?
So, I was talking with a friend of mine the other day. I brought up the doppelganger thing. He had never heard the term. He said, "What does that mean, doppelganger?" So I started telling him. He stopped me. He said, “Craig, I had a run in with mine.” I was like, “No way.” He said, “Yes I did, I came face to face with him in my hallway.” He said there was a very negative feel in the air. He could tell he was evil. He said that he binded him away in the name of Jesus, and the thing disappeared. Wow! Now imagine that happening to you in your house here in the next few minutes. Try explaining that one to someone. His wife apparently saw his doppelganger twin as well. I think she saw him first, actually.
So, what sparked me to write this today is this. I was talking on instant messenger today to a guy. We’ve spoken a few times. I had mentioned some of these stories from above, about people swearing that they had seen me, but it couldn’t have been me. I wasn’t at that location when they claimed it occured. I said to him, “At least my own self hasn’t come knocking at my door yet.” He says back to me, “I had a run in with my own self.” I replied, “No way!” he says, “Down at quirk, this was two weeks ago. I went to follow him and he had the same looks of me and everything. I got outside and as I was chasing him, ....I punched him and got a shock. …… He disappeared. And my hand was bleeding.” I said immediately, “No way!” He says, “In my hand” (he was bleeding). So I reply, “Are you serious?” He says, “I still got the mark from it (on his hand). I think he was from an alternate dimension.” I said, “Why would you punch him?” His reply to that was, “Just so we could get answers from him” I guess answers like who he was and stuff, why he looked just like him and all. Assuming they thought he was going to try to get away, and they would never know, why there is some guy that looks identical to him, and why he is running away from them after they saw him. My next comment was, “So he looked just like you, … In every way?” He says, “Yup. My friend Pete saw him.” To that I said, “So another guy saw him, that he looked just like you, and saw him disappear as well?” His reply was, “I saw him too, and ran after him, he bolted.” I said, “But you caught him, tried to punch him, to get answers, and he disappeared as you were punching him? Then your fingers were bloody, and it felt as if you punched someone, only he wasn’t there anymore?” So I paused for a while waiting for a reply, and then this hit me, “Guess you knocked him into next week!" I was laughing uncontrollably after that. I started coughing I was laughing so hard. I’m still laughing about it now as I type this. He replies to that, “lol….yup……that’s weird.” I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t reply back for a while. I said, “Sorry, I can’t stop laughing after that ‘knocked him into next week’ comment.”
Wow, food for thought. So is there truly something to these doppelganger stories? Were my friends seeing my doppelgangers or just someone who looked strikingly like me? I never saw any of these supposed guys that looked “just like you” as they described. People claim they saw mine, and people that I’ve talked to claim that they ran into their own twins, in their cases, their evil twins.
Back in the 90’s when I was in college I had some strange stories shared with me. Every now and then I had people tell me that I looked like someone that they knew. I didn’t think much about it at the time. Though the people would look at me like it was almost uncanny or something how much I looked like this person. To me I had a unique look, and I had never seen anyone else who seemed to look that much like me really. I didn’t think much about any of it at the time.
We would have a bunch of people over now and then, sometimes decent sized parties, and at a few of them I had people tell me that they had a guy at their school that looked like me, either from high school or from their college. So I was thinking in my head, “OK, so somebody kinda looks like me. So what?” Once again I didn’t think much about it soon after that. Then one day I was walking to class, and I saw someone walking towards me looking in my direction. They seemed to be looking right at me and kind of did that thing where someone lowers their head and moves it to the side to get a better look. They were acting like they were focusing in to see if I was who they thought I was. Then the guy got this look, like “Yeah, that’s who I thought it was.” He stopped me and said, “Gary?” I said, “Ah...., my name is Craig.” Then they looked at me with that look again, like “I know that is him.” He said, “You're not Gary?” He was obviously all confused about what was going on here. I said, “No, sorry, I’m Craig” and I just continued on to class. I just thought it was weird, just thinking that he had mistaken me for someone else.
I was playing baseball in college in 1990 and 1991. One day some of my teammates told me that one of our coaches lost a $20 bet about me. I was like, “What were you guys betting the coach about that had something to do with me?” They said have you seen the guy on campus that looks like you? I said, “No” and sort of laughed. They said yeah, we saw that guy in the Education building, we walked right by him and Coach said, “Hey, there goes McPheeters.” They said, “That’s not McPheeters.” My coach said to them, “Yeah, that was him, I’ll bet you 20 bucks that was McPheeters.” So he went up and said my name to the guy and the guy looked at him funny, so my coach walked away. So basically my coach that had seen me everyday for like 6 months, my pitching coach, couldn’t tell the difference between me and this guy, enough so that he lost $20 because he was so convinced. My teammates went on to tell me that this guy is my freaking twin, looks just like me. They said, “You’ve never seen the guy?” I still thought they were kidding or something. I said, “No, are you serious?” They said they were serious, there is a guy on campus that looks just like you, same height, same hair, same everything.
Still I didn’t make a big deal about this, it was a bit weird. I transferred schools the next year. I never saw the guy, pretty much forgot about the whole thing for a long time. Then people seemed to always think they knew me or they had seen me before. It was starting to get really strange. Like somewhere there are a bunch of guys that look like me, yet I’ve never seen any of them. There was at least one time at this next school where one of my close friends said something like, “I saw you down at the” such and such "today." I was like “What, I wasn't down there today.” They were like, “Yeah, I saw you there.” I just laughed, I don’t know who they thought they saw, but it wasn’t me. They were convinced it was me and I could tell they thought that I was lying to them.
I guess I just thought it was weird that there happens to be some guys out there that look like me. At that time I’d seen some people that resemble other people. I could tell it wasn’t them, but I never forget a face. I just chocked it up as people misidentifying someone. They thought it was me and it wasn’t.
Then a few years back I heard the term doppelganger. A doppelganger is supposedly another you from possibly some other reality. A complete and perfect look-a-like. Often the stories are of people claiming to run into them, or friends dealing with them, they always seem to be like an evil twin or something. There are stories of people seeing them on the street, and they look just like themselves, many even say they were dressed in the same clothes they were wearing at the time, or driving the same make, model and color of car they drive. One guy said that his girlfriend approached his doppelganger thinking it was him to kiss him, and the guy pushed her away like he didn’t know her. I mean if a girlfriend can’t tell the difference in looks, then that is a truly identical twin. Pretty spooky. She said the guy was a jerk to her, nothing like her boyfriend. Another guy shared a story where he continued to see his doppelganger, many times. He would try to follow him. According to him his doppelganger was driving the same car as him. One day he saw him walking on the street, the twin. His doppelganger was wearing the same football jersey as him, same number, and the kicker, it was a personalized jersey, and it had his same nickname on the back. Wow, explain that one rationally! Ok, has your head stopped spinning around yet?
So, I was talking with a friend of mine the other day. I brought up the doppelganger thing. He had never heard the term. He said, "What does that mean, doppelganger?" So I started telling him. He stopped me. He said, “Craig, I had a run in with mine.” I was like, “No way.” He said, “Yes I did, I came face to face with him in my hallway.” He said there was a very negative feel in the air. He could tell he was evil. He said that he binded him away in the name of Jesus, and the thing disappeared. Wow! Now imagine that happening to you in your house here in the next few minutes. Try explaining that one to someone. His wife apparently saw his doppelganger twin as well. I think she saw him first, actually.
So, what sparked me to write this today is this. I was talking on instant messenger today to a guy. We’ve spoken a few times. I had mentioned some of these stories from above, about people swearing that they had seen me, but it couldn’t have been me. I wasn’t at that location when they claimed it occured. I said to him, “At least my own self hasn’t come knocking at my door yet.” He says back to me, “I had a run in with my own self.” I replied, “No way!” he says, “Down at quirk, this was two weeks ago. I went to follow him and he had the same looks of me and everything. I got outside and as I was chasing him, ....I punched him and got a shock. …… He disappeared. And my hand was bleeding.” I said immediately, “No way!” He says, “In my hand” (he was bleeding). So I reply, “Are you serious?” He says, “I still got the mark from it (on his hand). I think he was from an alternate dimension.” I said, “Why would you punch him?” His reply to that was, “Just so we could get answers from him” I guess answers like who he was and stuff, why he looked just like him and all. Assuming they thought he was going to try to get away, and they would never know, why there is some guy that looks identical to him, and why he is running away from them after they saw him. My next comment was, “So he looked just like you, … In every way?” He says, “Yup. My friend Pete saw him.” To that I said, “So another guy saw him, that he looked just like you, and saw him disappear as well?” His reply was, “I saw him too, and ran after him, he bolted.” I said, “But you caught him, tried to punch him, to get answers, and he disappeared as you were punching him? Then your fingers were bloody, and it felt as if you punched someone, only he wasn’t there anymore?” So I paused for a while waiting for a reply, and then this hit me, “Guess you knocked him into next week!" I was laughing uncontrollably after that. I started coughing I was laughing so hard. I’m still laughing about it now as I type this. He replies to that, “lol….yup……that’s weird.” I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t reply back for a while. I said, “Sorry, I can’t stop laughing after that ‘knocked him into next week’ comment.”
Wow, food for thought. So is there truly something to these doppelganger stories? Were my friends seeing my doppelgangers or just someone who looked strikingly like me? I never saw any of these supposed guys that looked “just like you” as they described. People claim they saw mine, and people that I’ve talked to claim that they ran into their own twins, in their cases, their evil twins.
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