I like stories in which people appear to accidentally and temporary travel to the future. This one is either one such story or it could be a case of
people from the future having a timeslip back to the 1980s:
In the early 1980s, a British family was travelling on a West German autobahn. The road wasn’t busy, so naturally they noticed a lone vehicle
approaching very fast on the other side of the motorway. It looked like no car they had ever seen – in fact it looked more like a UFO. No wheels
were visible, and the vehicle seemed to be cylindrical in shape, with four round windows. Out of them, as this futuristic ‘car’ sped by, they saw
four “very frightened faces” staring at them. If the British family saw phantoms from the future, the phantoms were equally amazed to be seeing an
automobile from the distant past. Something like seeing a headless horseman on the A354 near Salisbury, perhaps.
I also remember reading one about a guy walking along a street somewhere in England when it suddenly changed and became unrecognisable. Everything
seemed to be metallic. The road looked metallic and so did the houses. In fact, the road and houses all seemed to be one solid object.
And I remember another one in which a guy was walking in a city centre somewhere and again that changed and became futuristic. If I remember rightly
he came out of a subway at the side of a busy road. He watched all the traffic coming past. But the "cars" didn't even have wheels and they were
zooming past at a great speed like he had never scene on a normal road in a town before.
Here's a timeslip to the past which happened to an Englishman who suddenly found himself right in the middle of a 1643 English Civil War
A key event of the First English Civil War, the Battle of Hopton Heath (a small village in south Shropshire) was fought on Sunday, March 19, 1643,
between Parliamentarian and Royalist forces. The battle ended at nightfall, with the actual victory and outcome still remaining matters of very much
personal opinion: the Royalists, for example, had succeeded in capturing eight enemy-guns; while the Parliamentarians believed that their successful
killing of the enemy commander, the Earl of Northampton, was of equal – if not even greater – significance.
More than 300 years later, one night in the winter of 1974, John ‘Davy’ Davis, aged 36, painter-and-decorator of Lichfield in Staffordshire, was
driving near Hopton Heath when he began to feel unwell: a tightness developed in his chest, an odd feeling of lightheadedness overcame him, and his
‘left ear hurt and felt hot’.
Pulling over to the side of the road, Davis was amazed to see the night-sky suddenly transform into daylight, while the road in front of him no
longer existed: instead, it had been replaced by a mass of fields, heath and tangled trees. Before his unbelieving eyes countless soldiers adorned in
Civil War period clothing fought each other savagely. Notably, Davis said that although at one point he was ‘nearly bloody surrounded’ by the
soldiers, it seemed as if they could neither see him nor his vehicle. To a degree, at least, this afforded Davis a degree of relief, as he was
practically frozen to the spot, unable to drive away if he’d wanted to.
As it transpired, Davis didn’t need to go anywhere: a few seconds later, the bizarre scene suddenly vanished, and he found himself sitting at the
side of the road, with his car squashed against a line of hedge. All had returned to normal.
Horning is an ancient village in Norfolk, situated between Wroxham and Ludham on the River Bure. The village’s Ferry Inn is typical of the many old
taverns in the area and the 13th century church of St Benedict can be found half-a-mile east of the village.
On a summer’s afternoon in either 1978 or 1979, the Margoles family was enjoying a stroll around the picturesque village when they too were overcome
by a feeling of uneasiness and unreality – as well as total silence, and a slight dizziness. That uneasiness became concern and then fright as
the landscape became ‘fuzzy … like a big heat-haze’, the houses were replaced by ancient cottages, and the road ahead of them became little more
than a muddy track. As for the cars that had been in sight: they were no more. Instead, a decrepit cart appeared, pulled by a large horse. A thin man
dressed in brown walked alongside the horse; he took no notice of the family.
With equal suddenness, the modern-day sounds of cars and voices returned and the strange spectacle vanished. But it seems Mrs Margoles may have been
exposed to the odd scene for slightly less time than her husband and 11-year-old son.
‘I looked at them when I came out of it,’ recalled Mrs Margoles in a 1997 interview, ‘and it was like they were in a trance: their mouths were
hanging down, and their eyes looked funny. Then they looked like they woke up.’
And here's one more:
It happened in the late 1990s (can’t remember exactly when – sorry) in King’s Lynn, Norfolk, England. My dad, sister and I were in the town to
send my sister off on the train and we were passing time standing by a fence near the railway station from which one could see a road and roundabout
ahead. It was about noon and we had no agenda at that time other than to wait before heading to the station and there was a lull in the conversation.
We were all casually looking straight ahead when suddenly the atmosphere changed. The sound of the traffic around us stopped abruptly – as if
someone had literally turned the volume right down. The air seemed to change too; it became very still; spookily still and no sound could be heard.
None of us spoke. Then there came the sound of horses hooves on the road and within a few seconds we saw a horse and cart, driven by a large,
angry-looking man, dressed in what I estimate to be 18th century clothes. He was of very rough, dirty appearance and his cart was well-used. He drove
the cart around in a circle, all the time staring around, sometimes directly at us, sometimes away but looking absolutely furious as though he was
looking for someone he wanted to kill. His face was red with hatred and he was a big, rough-looking man – someone you would definitely not want to
cross. Eventually, he turned the horse and cart around and drove it off down the same road from which he had appeared and we could hear the horses
hooves disappearing into the distance.
Immediately the sound had gone, the atmosphere changed back again and the sound of modern traffic and the din of a modern town returned again. We all
three looked at each other; shaken and almost disbelieving but once we had asked the inevitable “Did you see that?” and received the answer
“yes” we were even more shaken. It was such a peculiar experience and one which I shall never forget.
Was this a time slip? We didn’t notice any other changes; the buildings and road layout seemed the same but that part of King’s Lynn had remained
unchanged for many years (although I understand it is quite different now) so I don’t know but it spooked us all for sure!
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