posted on Jun, 17 2015 @ 01:11 AM
Okay this one's a bit out there, but I'll try to give all the facts I can.
The following is an ongoing story that is happening to me.
A good friend of mine is currently talking to a young woman in California whom I don't know, and have never met before.
To the best of my knowledge I had never talked to or interacted with her before at all, and I can't even come up with a reason to support the idea
that we would have spoken before.
The young woman of topic is a waitress at a restaurant in San Jose. During conversation she was briefly
telling my good friend about a peculiar elderly guy who comes into her place of business religiously and always orders
blueberry pie, and a coffee with lots of cream. That's all he ever wants.
The strange man, apparently goes by the name, Charles.
It literally means, "A Man" and would be a good false name for an artistic person, or a witty time traveler.
She said she felt oddly comfortable and chatted with him a little more than you would with most strangers,
but she was intrigued because he was intentionally mysterious about himself.
The thing is, he would never tell her where he was from. When asked he would just say "Around."
My good friend asked his waitress friend for a description of this man, and her description apparently prompted my friend to
leave me a voicemail that evening.
She said "He's tall and lanky. He has a mole under his right ear, and a tattoo of a Fibonacci spiral on his left forearm. It's red, and has a blue
square around it. He walks with a dark brown cane that looks handmade and has stuff carved in it... Circles and stuff. He wears silver rings and
dresses nice... He doesn't appear homeless at all. He wears nice button up dress shirts. It's just, sometimes he comes in looking like he had a
My friend jokingly mused to his lady friend, that the patron might be a time traveler. The following day the old man comes in again and she tells him,
"My friend says you might be a time traveler. Crazy huh?"
According to her, the old man looked at her flustered and after a second or two, stood up and said "No, it's not."
At this point, he walks out of the restaurant in a bit of a hurry.
The man proceeds to spend the next 15 or 20 minutes just pacing back and forth outside the restaurant talking to himself.
He eventually leaves though.
I was at my friend's house a few nights after this took place, and it was after he'd had an opportunity to talk with the her at length about the
strange man. My friend insisted that I call his waitress friend from his phone and talk to her.
Naturally, one of the first things I asked, was if I sounded like "Charles".
The girl broke down and it sounded like she actually might have started crying.
I didn't want to press her then, but after she regained her composure she insisted,
"Yes. Yeah you do sound like him. Maybe just a little bit younger."
I sat outside my friend's house for a solid half hour with this young woman on speaker-phone, as my friend paced back and forth,
listening to the questions I asked and her answers to them.
The story she told me matched verbatim the story that she'd told him with the very same details, but due to my pressing,
it included a few new details too.
First detail being exactly what the man's arm tattoo looked like. This was a little tricky because mine is multi-colored It's not one solid color.
The answer she gave: It's a red spiral, with a dark bluish trace around it; like squares.
I stood in the radius of the porch-light, staring at my arm as she perfectly described my own tattoo.
Next, I asked EXACTLY where this man's mole was, and what color it was.. I paraphrase slightly:
"Less than an inch below his ear-lobe... right ear lobe... And it's fleshy in color, light brown at the darkest."
I actually got shivers at the perfect description, in SPITE of trying to remain objective about the story.
"I love you, but shut up."- Charles
"Charles", saved a lot of people in his timeline, but is now stuck here because he basically
created a dead end or "pocket universe" for himself. He actually claimed to be from a different timeline.
My friend mentioned that the story sounded like that of John Titor, and the waitress replied,
I'm only 25 now, but I do have a bad back, and I will almost certainly walk with a cane at 60, and I have a compulsion to have unique items.
A personalized or handmade cane is right up my alley. I've considered whether they're actually messing with me or not... But even after I've tried
to call them both out at length, they're insistent that they're not.
As things stand I have all those traits (The rings, the body build, the tattoo, the fashion taste, the bad back, the mole...
The next step my friend made was to show the girl a picture of me.
She apparently insisted of him vehemently, "Yes, that's Charles."
Now, I will say, I might've gone about the last part differently,
but what do you guys think about all this?