reply to post by Axzion
Since having access to the internet, I've been searching for events similar to what my mother, my younger sister and I experienced back in the
1950's in London England. What Axzion describes is the closest I've come to it. Mum, my sister and I have often discussed the event and how
terrifying it was and none of us have found an explanation as yet. Our recollections are in harmony and the memory of what happened is still vivid.
Here is my account as I remember it:
I was about 6/7 years old. Mum, my younger sister and myself were on our way to visit Dad, who was recovering from major surgery (in Lewisham). We
were living in Sydenham, London at the time and the event occurred while waiting for the bus. It was early afternoon…a brilliant, sunny day and
perfectly clear. No cloud at all. As we gazed in the direction from where the bus would approach, all three of us were startled to see an immense
“wall” of blackness suddenly appear. It moved at phenomenal speed, stretching from horizon to horizon and appeared to reach beyond the heavens
themselves in height. We instinctively turned to flee but to our horror, a second, identical, "wall" of darkness was almost upon us from the
opposite direction. There was no escape…and a split second later they converged, plunging us into an unearthly blackness, the memory of which,
haunts me to this day. It was so terrifying, that my sister and I were in panic-stricken shock and beyond crying and screaming. Whenever we talk of
the event since, poor Mum still gets goose-flesh, remembering how she had to try and keep calm for the sake of her two little children in a
“Twilight Zone” situation which just about had her "losing it" out of gut-wrenching fear.
There were no roiling clouds, no lightning or thunder. No stars visible. Not one drop of rain, nor breath of wind (a paradox, considering the
velocity of these things), just an eerie, cloying silence.
Mercifully, a house light suddenly winked on nearby and Mum propelled us towards it but it was still impossible to see where you were going (I have to
re-iterate...this was absolute pitch blackness) and I smashed, head first into the cement bus stop. I was dazed and reeling but still too
panic-stricken to cry out or shed a tear. (I was sporting a huge, black and blue egg on my forehead for some time after). Anyway, we reached the
house and were ushered inside by an elderly woman who said she was grateful for company under the circumstances. She kindly made us a cup of tea,
while discussing the event with Mum…both trying to make sense of something that didn’t appear to make sense at all. About twenty minutes to half
an hour later, sunlight flooded the room. Almost instantaneously, the darkness vanished leaving us with brilliant sunshine and blue, cloudless skies
as before.
We eventually reached our destination and related our ordeal to Dad. He was totally flummoxed. Despite being only a few miles away, the hospital had
not been affected.
To this day I have no explanation for what happened, despite years of research. There was no LHC back then either.
Anyway, I just wanted (needed, actually) to post this to add my experience of a Pitch Black Day.