This incident happened a few years ago and has perplexed me ever since.
I have changed the names but the events are real.
It was a friday night and I was having tea with my friend, Chris.
A few months prior to this a close friend of ours called Lynn had died. She had overdosed . She had a drink problem in her life and was very
Anyway we were chatting away and the phone rang.Chris is ex-directory and very few people know her number.
A woman was on the other end in tears.She said she was suicidal.Chris asked her why she had dialled this number---where had she got it from?
she said it was just a random number she dialled.
After about 30 mins chatting to her we managed to get her address and decided to go round to see her.
We pulled up outside her house. There was no-one in. We sat in the car and waited for about 5 mins.
Then we saw this woman coming towards us with a load of booze.
all quite normal up to now-------until she approached the car. It was Lynn but it was Lynn looking about 10 years older.
We were both speechless. She invited us in. We went in to a spotless house. She told us she had OCD just like Lynn had. She also dressed exactly in
the same unusual style and was the same height and petite build.
In our eyes we were looking at an older version of our dead friend.
She then started reciting the darkest but also the most beautiful poetry I have ever heard. All about death.
We left after she assured us she was ok. We never went back.
It spooked us both and is still a mystery to this day.
Any ideas on this because it was like entering some sort of parallel universe.