reply to post by DragonriderGal
This encounter occurred when I was in Germany visiting home. I moved when I was only 13 to the United States with my Mother and her new husband. But
occasionally we find our way back home. If I recall it correctly I was 16 when we returned home for Christmas for the very first time. There was
nothing peculiar or odd about it besides us being ecstatic.
For what I believe was an encounter and I cannot say for sure if it can be classified as a vampire encounter or not. At the time I did not believe or
even think it was vampire related and as a matter of fact I didn’t recall the memory until vampires came back to popular fiction. I was doing a wee
bit of research last year on the many myths, folklores, and supposed characteristic traits that vampires have in common.
Encounter >>>> I was visiting an old friend of my grandmothers in the suburb “Dambach” belonging to the town of “Fürth” who owned a butcher
store there. It was snowy outside and light flurries were coming down when I started to walk back to my grandmothers house. It was already around 5.00
– 5.30 PM so it was getting late. In order to get to my grandmothers I had to walk from “Dambach” to and around the edges of another small
suburb called the “Eschenau” until I’d eventually reach “Oberfürberg” (which is yet another suburb of Fürth ;-)).
I crossed a bridge called the “Snail Trail Bridge” and was about two or tree miles away. It was getting cold. Instead of striding along the
highway I decided that time to climb down the stairs by the highway so I could walk along the Canal. I never liked walking while cars are blaring by
There was nothing strange about it. I distinctly remember thinking to keep to the gravel. You see the trail was simply gravel running along the length
of the Canal, and the edges of the path were made of rock and they were slick.
So I was just strolling and minding my own business not thinking too much of anything. I paid more attention to the crunching of the snow beneath my
feet than anything else. I remember glancing around looking at the snow and at that time I was the only one there as far as I could tell.
So, as teenagers go I eventually did something stupid. I looked up to the sky and tried to catch snowflakes in my mouth (give me a break I was 16
I did this for quite a bit and didn’t pay any mind to the road ahead. I had strolled along there many times before so I thought I was good. Wrong!
I was zigzagging around trying to catch the flakes when my right foot slipped. All of this happened within seconds but eventually you’d get the
image. My right leg was dangling over the water of the Canal while I lay flat on my stomach on the road holding on for dear life. I can swim, and the
drop wouldn’t have been anything so I guess I could have survived either way.
I cussed a wee bit in German and tried to get back up but to no avail. My leg was stiff, and numb for some reason.
And then, that’s when she appeared. I heard somebody walking, the snow being a dead give away underneath their feet. I looked up though still
preoccupied with not getting wet and or frozen to see a woman standing dead center right in front of me.
I was certainly surprised. I hadn’t seen anybody else around. I can’t remember her clothing specifically but what I do know is that she wore
heels, pants, and a dark purplish coat. Though I can’t recall what she wore exactly I do remember one thing. It was the second peculiar thing I
noticed besides her appearing out of nowhere. She wore a pair of dark sunglasses.
Sunglasses? In winter, and especially when it was almost dark anyway?
So even though I was distraught with having an audience while clinging on to life I tried to get back up and didn’t even think about asking her for
help. She was maybe in her early twenties and only about 5’4 foot tall. I tried my best again, again, and again but I just couldn’t get up and I
do think I made it worse and slipped a little more.
I would occasionally glance up and see her cocking her head to the side looking at me. Though I never saw her eyes her other feathers remained blank.
Her skin I remember was very fair, almost creamy in nature. She had long dark brown hair almost black. She was very beautiful. But women with dark
hair and light skin are my type so maybe that’s only me.
Eventually after trying and trying I looked up at her and asked “Hilfe?” (Help). I didn’t scream it but just whispered pathetically. Now
thinking of it I have to laugh about it. When I asked her I noticed her eyebrows raising, like she was surprised. “Bitte” (Please) I asked her
again. She sighed and looked away. YEAH, SERIOUSLY! I was getting a bit irate then.
But fortunately she looked back and offered me her hand. I was a afraid of dragging her in with me but I figured she’d take my hand and slide me
over the edge and pull me backwards. Yeah, that happened.... *sarcasm*
This was the third thing that I found very (to the 100th power) strange. I grabbed her hand and it was cold. Didn’t think anything then because it
was cold outside so therefore she was too; her body temperature anyway. Instead of retreating and pulling me back and over the edge like I thought she
actually pulled UP!
Yeah, suddenly I got nervous and squirmed when my one foot was over water and the other was sliding around on the rock. She stepped back then and I
was overjoyed when both my feet were back on a concrete base. Once I had my balance and I was back on the ground she let go of my hand immediately and
put both of hers in her coat pockets.
I looked at her then smiling and said “Dankeschön” (thank you). She remained expressionless. I looked to the road ahead and sort of waved at her
and said my goodbye. I moved along the road quickly not thinking of ‘vampire’ or anything remotely close at all. The only thing I found strange
then was how strong she was and how easily she had lifted me up like I was made of air. I looked back once and saw her still standing in the same spot
staring after me. I turned back around and headed for my grandmothers.
So, I’m not sure if this was a vampire encounter or not even though some characteristics do seem to match. Unlike some other people that have
reported their encounters and expressed certain negative emotions or even nightmares afterwards I have to admit that I never had any of that. I
thought about it occasionally afterwards but then for a while there I almost completely forgot about it until I started to reread “Interview with
the Vampire” by Anne Rice. Though not exactly as her characters she was, the basic idea of vampires entered my mind.
I did the research then which was about a year or so ago. Read a bit into vampire myth and hell for even a short while believed something entirely
different. There is a German folklore about a Siren called Lorelei which is suppose to inhabit the Rhein River and drowns its passengers. She didn’t
drown me though so I dismissed that idea. It also wasn’t the Rhein I almost fell into.
So DragonriderGal and everybody else, what do you think of this? For a time I didn’t know what to think of it.
So do vampires have a favorite place to hunt? What I mean by that is do they prefer a certain country over any other? Are there many in the U.S? How
are their numbers? I mean are there many of them? If they want to keep secret I can't imagine there being very many.
Have a good day everyone.
P.S DragonriderGal, obviously I'm from Germany ;-)!