posted on Apr, 25 2011 @ 08:41 PM
Another memory of a possible 'time slip' just came to mind. I've always tried to dismiss the idea of the paranormal in this case, maybe for my own
sanity, but nothing else explains it.
I live on a tiny tropical island where I've spent more than half my life. Back around 1992 I had just returned from college when my mom and I resumed
our usual weekend drives around the countryside. We loved the relaxed atmosphere and even though it was all too familiar by then, we still enjoyed
the trips out, usually ending up on the rustic east coast, watching the waves roll in.
One Sunday we decided to deviate from the main routes and go "off road", turning into side roads to see where they would lead. Now, the island is
less than 170 square miles in area, so there's not a lot of deviating to do without ending up on someone's private property. We drove around
looking for something new to explore, and while on an often traveled route we spotted a side road we'd never noticed before. Mom turned into it and
we were surprised to find that it went downhill, and was very steep. The steepness peaked our curiosity because the island is remarkably flat, and
the few relatively steep places are legendary. I don't remember what was on either side of our path, but we were unable to see too far ahead because
of the way the road bent. I remember the grass was dry and yellowish, but I don't actually remember the trees.
The road seemed to go on forever, down, down, down, and a strange sense of panic crept in and settled over us. It was the middle of the day, yet
there was something ominous about this mysterious road. Nothing either of us could put a finger on - our senses were heightened without an obvious
When it seemed like it would never end and Mom was wondering aloud if she could turn the car around in the narrow area afforded us, we suddenly came
out of a turn and found ourselves facing a clearing, at the end of which was an 'old' house. It wasn't old as in dilapidated - it simply looked
like it was from a bygone era. I can't speak for Mom, but I just got a sense of it being out of place, even though there was nothing particularly
dated about the architecture. Even now I get chills typing this. There are plenty of old plantation houses around the island, but something about
this was offhandedly striking. Even though the scene was entirely serene, something felt wrong. Mom turned the car around and prepared for the long
drive back up, and we were again surprised when we turned onto the main road almost immediately. Shouldn't the drive uphill have taken longer than
the trip down???
We didn't discuss it much at the time except to say it was spooky, but the following weekend we decided to return, probably just to prove there was
nothing that spooky about it. Needless to say, we couldn't find the road, nor did we ever. Mom died a couple years later and I may have given up,
but my love for those weekend drives followed me into subsequent relationships. I spent many, many weekends over the years searching for that road.
In the last decade many of my close friends have been rally drivers or rally enthusiasts - guys who know all the lesser known routes in the area, out
of necessity (one of the most popular rally stages is in that very area) - and not one of them has ever heard of the road I described, nor the house
at the end.
To this day I don't know what to think about that encounter. In a larger country I could believe we were mistaken about our location, or even in a
foreign place I merely visited over a period of time, but somewhere so small, so close and so accessible? It seems impossible that the place we saw
exists here in this timeline.