Ship Creek Power Plant

I commute from Wasilla to Anchorage five days a week for my job. Depending on traffic and whether it can take anywhere from 45 to 90 minutes to get to work. I'm usually out of the door between 7 - 7:15 in the morning.

This was one of those mornings where I was feeling draggy and had acquired a cold chai breve before getting on the highway and driving to Anchorage. On the way to Anchorage from the Mat-Su Valley, there are a few landmarks that are used to mark one's passage. One of them is the steam power plant just before Ship Creek, near the Army base.

On this morning I had sucked down about half of my chai drink on my way into town, had the cold air vents in my car aimed in my face and was enjoying the summer sun that was already up. I had just rounded the last curve before the power plant and saw something that chilled me to the bone.

A man wearing a blue button-down dress shirt and khaki slacks was crossing the incoming traffic from the median. I could see his dark hair was short with a little wave to it. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants, his eyes downcast. Somehow he managed to cross the first two lanes that were full of morning traffic without getting hit, and no one was slowing down for him either. I had the briefest flash of thought that he didn't care about his life if he could cross traffic like that without looking, especially in morning rush hour, and that the others on the road must have no regard for human life if they weren't going to slow down for him. I was in the right hand lane, third and final from the median. I set my foot on my brakes and started to apply them as I saw the gentleman was just a couple of steps from my lane and then he was gone.

I almost had a panic attack. I checked my rear view mirrors as I drove over the spot where the guy should have been, to make sure that I hadn't somehow run him over, or that someone else hadn't hit him and sent him flying over me. There was nothing. No flash of blue, no cars screeching to a halt, nothing.

Then it occurred to me that not only had that guy crossed traffic without getting hit, it almost seemed like he had somehow avoided the fast-moving vehicles. He had passed directly in front of or behind them without a single one touching him or vice versa. Then as he was ready to step foot into my line of travel, he disappeared. Then I knew what it was. It was a ghost of some kind.

I told the story a few times as a "that's freaky" kind of thing. No one took me seriously until a Native American gentleman started working here. He and his wife had moved up from Washington so that he could take the job of mechanic in my building. As they live out in the Valley, I would sometimes take him home with me. We got to talking and when I told him my story, he got a funny look on his face and told me that he had seen the guy in blue too, but on the other side of the highway, walking along the edge of it.

My co-worker has had several paranormal experiences, so I know he wasn't just trying to keep the crazy lady driving him home happy. He's verified a few other things for me, so I know he's not loony tunes either.

Thoughts?

Comments?

Have any other Alaskans seen this particular thing?