Jacob Petersheim
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Random short items about incidents with ghosts, Bigfoot, UFOs, time-displacements, etc.
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No "drones" in 1994!
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That one is about lights in the sky widely reported and seen on weather radar. The presenter concludes "atmospheric inversion layer lensing" but I'm not sure that occurs simultaneously for visible light and radar bands.
When I was in the 9th grade, I was in the backseat of a car with a girlfriend. A guy I didn't know well enough even to know his real name, who was known as Hogai, was driving, probably 90-100 mph, and a friend of mine, named Phil, was in the passenger seat. We were on a rural county road, and I guess he ran a stop sign, although I don't know because I wasn't paying attention, and we hit an 18-wheeler.
It was eerie, since I didn't know what had happened until there was suddenly all this noise, sparks, and movement.
Then, everything was quiet. Very quiet. It was very dark and foggy. Every now and then, the fog would lift a little, and I could see flashing yellow lights from the 18-wheeler, but no one came. Phil was saying something, or trying to say something, although I couldn't understand what he was saying. I reached for him, and he was wet. It was blood, but I didn't know it at the time. The driver's door was open, and I thought that Hogai had run, given that we had been doing some acid and I think he had been drinking, as well. My knee hurt a little bit, but not much, and my girlfriend said she was fine.
After what seemed like forever, the Sheriff's Department arrived in two cars. One of them drove Phil to the hospital, where he was dead on arrival, from what I heard. Hogai had not run; he had been thrown from the car, and was dead.
The Sheriff's Department drove me home, dropping me off at the driveway, and my Dad didn't even know I had been involved in an accident. It was in the newspaper a couple of days later and he recognized the name as someone I knew. I didn't tell him that I had been there.
On the way to school, either the next day or the day after that, when the bus went by the gas station owned by Phil's dad, who lived above the station, I was certain I saw Phil standing outside. Knowing he was dead, I went right to believing I had seen a ghost. On reflection, I had probably seen a relative who had a family resemblance, who had come for the burial. I was so used to seeing Phil there that I assumed it was him.
Phil was Catholic, but was not allowed to be buried in the Catholic cemetery because his parents were divorced.
It was eerie, since I didn't know what had happened until there was suddenly all this noise, sparks, and movement.
Then, everything was quiet. Very quiet. It was very dark and foggy. Every now and then, the fog would lift a little, and I could see flashing yellow lights from the 18-wheeler, but no one came. Phil was saying something, or trying to say something, although I couldn't understand what he was saying. I reached for him, and he was wet. It was blood, but I didn't know it at the time. The driver's door was open, and I thought that Hogai had run, given that we had been doing some acid and I think he had been drinking, as well. My knee hurt a little bit, but not much, and my girlfriend said she was fine.
After what seemed like forever, the Sheriff's Department arrived in two cars. One of them drove Phil to the hospital, where he was dead on arrival, from what I heard. Hogai had not run; he had been thrown from the car, and was dead.
The Sheriff's Department drove me home, dropping me off at the driveway, and my Dad didn't even know I had been involved in an accident. It was in the newspaper a couple of days later and he recognized the name as someone I knew. I didn't tell him that I had been there.
On the way to school, either the next day or the day after that, when the bus went by the gas station owned by Phil's dad, who lived above the station, I was certain I saw Phil standing outside. Knowing he was dead, I went right to believing I had seen a ghost. On reflection, I had probably seen a relative who had a family resemblance, who had come for the burial. I was so used to seeing Phil there that I assumed it was him.
Phil was Catholic, but was not allowed to be buried in the Catholic cemetery because his parents were divorced.
Jacob Petersheim
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When I was a kid my parents divorced and before long we fell on hard times.
During the 4th grade we moved from the small house we were crowded into to a slightly larger "chicken coop" like slightly larger place out in the sticks. During the 6th grade we couldn't afford that any more, but my grandmother was able to get us into a raggedy place on the fringes of the inner city, an old factory neighborhood.
In this place, the former owner had blown his brains out with a gun. I'm not sure what exactly happened to the wife, but my mother claimed for years that while us kids were in school their spirits wandered the place, squeaking floors and making other sounds. I think she said she'd "seen" the old woman a time or two.
I can't recall any such run-ins myself, but she was always very certain about it.
During the 4th grade we moved from the small house we were crowded into to a slightly larger "chicken coop" like slightly larger place out in the sticks. During the 6th grade we couldn't afford that any more, but my grandmother was able to get us into a raggedy place on the fringes of the inner city, an old factory neighborhood.
In this place, the former owner had blown his brains out with a gun. I'm not sure what exactly happened to the wife, but my mother claimed for years that while us kids were in school their spirits wandered the place, squeaking floors and making other sounds. I think she said she'd "seen" the old woman a time or two.
I can't recall any such run-ins myself, but she was always very certain about it.