I thought I might pass along an interesting / odd personal experience from several years ago. I'd like to get some people's input or "take" on what
might have been going on because I have no explanation.
For background, suffice to say that I work for a large multi-national engineering firm in electronic systems. I had been offered an assignment
overseas in Malaysia. It was a 24 month post. Malaysia, for those unfamiliar, is a highly diverse and cosmopolitan country with people from all over
the world. It is also an international hotbed for clandestine activities of the three letter kind. I didn't know this at the time, but it turns out
to be very true.
Thinking it might be a nice change, I accepted the position. Now, I should probably add here that the systems I was assigned to work on were
sometimes considered sensitive, but for the most part are in no way "classified". I had been in the country for about 18 months when one night I had
an experience which shook me almost to my foundation.
It was a Saturday night and a friend and I had decided to travel to a bar we'd heard about. It was supposed to be a real popular place. We had
agreed earlier in the day to meet there at a predetermined time (seems like it was 8pm or so). One thing you could never underestimate in Malaysia
was the traffic. One day it would take 15 minutes to get somewhere and the next it would take 2 hours to get to the same place. Well, on this
particular night I arrived almost right on time, but my friend was nowhere to be found. Thinking he probably got hung up somewhere in traffic I
decided to go sit at the bar and have a cocktail.
It was still pretty early by bar standards and there weren't a lot of people there yet. There were only 3-4 people sitting at the bar itself. I
pulled up a stool. A couple of doors down from me was a guy just sort of sitting there staring into his drink. I guess about an hour went by when at
one point this same guy looks over at me and with a heavy German accent calls me by name! He asks if I like this place. Shocked, I wasn't even sure
he was talking to me at first, but there wasn't anyone else really even nearby who he could have been talking to. I responded to him by saying "Beg
your pardon?" hoping he'd repeat what I thought I'd just heard from a perfect stranger. What he said next just about blew my mind!
He then resumed..."It's okay Mike (pseudo-name) it was just an ice-breaker. I see you've been sitting here for quite a while, did you date not show
up?" Still in disbelief this guy knew me somehow, I just explained that it wasn't really a date, but just a buddy of mine. Next thing he asks is if
I have a minute to talk someplace a little more private. I'm thinking this is pretty bizzare, but what the heck, got nothing better to do so I
obliged. He gets up and we walk over to a booth at the far end of the bar and sit down. On the way over I had even glanced down to make sure I
hadn't accidentally left one of my badges on (nope)...and that was how he knew my name.
After a couple of minutes of idle chit chat about Malaysia and the recent weather he cuts to the chase. For the next 10-15 minutes this guy tells me
virtually every single move I've made for the past 18 months, where I live, what car I drive (even the plates) and with almost perfect accuracy more
things than I even remembered. He told me about my house back in the States and elements of my life there...it just didn't end. He was literally
telling me about stuff I'd forgotten about. At that point, in complete disbelief, I stopped him. "Enough about me; what is it that you want!!?? I
"Your friend" he said "the one sitting over there" nodding in the direction of a table with a lone character sitting at it. I'd never seen the guy
before in my life, and said as much to my new 'friend'. He said "Ahh, well seems he knows more about you than even I do...not a very good person,
that one. I'd watch out for him if I were you." The experience had turned from weird to downright spooky at this point. Wanting to end the
conversation sooner rather than later I told him I needed to leave. "Before you go, Michael, let me give you something." He pulled out a pen and
wrote a phone number on the inside of matchbook. "Call if you'd like to talk, we can help."
I took the matchbook and stuck it in my pocket and abruptly left. I hung around for a little while longer waiting for my buddy, but he never showed
and I wasn't liking this place so much anymore anyway so I left.
Later that night back at my apartment in the middle of the night there was a huge bang on the door. I grabbed an ice-axe I had from trekking in the
Himalaya's the year before and went to investigate. Guns weren't allowed in Malaysia (not by citizens anyway). Already kind of freaked out by the
earlier experience, I ripped open the front door only to see a exit stairway door closing down the corridor. I went over and looked in the corridor
and saw nothing, but heard a door 3-4 floors below closing. Nothing else happened that night.
In the remaining 6 months of my stay I never heard nor saw either of these two guys, and nothing like that ever happened again. I will say though, I
spent that 6 months constantly looking over my shoulder. I never could shake the feeling that I was somehow part of something I didn't understand
without knowing it.
Any notion of what that might have been all about?
edit on 1/4/2013 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)