For many of my previous accounts, there was some kind of ending or closer to the encounter of a spirit. But I had this incident that happened to me recently that has me questioning my sanity. This happened on this past Friday (July 13th). Before we go on, I know the first thing people are going to say it's the Friday the thirteenth superstition theory but although I am superstitious, I don't think it had anything to do with that.
I live in Ajax, Ontario (about 20 minutes away from Toronto). Friday was my last day of taking public transportation to work because I finally got my car and brother and mother were going to pick it up for me while I was at work. Friday morning was the same as usual; get up at 5am to exercise, 5:30am take a shower and get ready for work and by 6:30am out the door to catch the Durham bus to the Ajax GO station to catch my 7:05am GO bus. Then I would take the GO bus to Scarborough Town Centre and then take the TTC bus all the way to work.
My incident happened when I got off the GO bus. I usually get off at the stop just before the bus turns into the station; this way I could catch the TTC bus that I usually take on the way out of the station (GO buses and TTC buses share the same station under the Scarborough Town Centre mall.
Anyways, I got off the GO bus at my usual stop when I realized that my shoe lace had come undone on my left shoe. So, I bend down to tie the lace and when I got up, I saw that the signal indicating me to cross was still on and that my bus was coming out of the station. I walked to the corner to cross the street to catch my bus when all of sudden the GO bus I was on quickly turned into the station. At the same time this was happening, I was pulled back and away from the curb (although I lost balance, I didn't fall). The stupid driver kept going.
The weird thing about this incident is when I realized what happened to me. Yeah, the bus almost flattening me gave me a good shock but what shocked me even further was when I turned around to thank the person that pulled me away from the curb, I saw nobody near me. There were about 7 or 8 people that got off of the bus and I was properly the fifth or sixth on off the bus. Several people who got off before me were already finished crossing the street or midway across. There were only two people who got off after me and they went the opposite direction and when I turned around after the incident (in the span of 30 seconds) they were already further down the street (not far away but far enough that they couldn't have pulled me away from the curb and walked that fast of a distance).
Once I got my breath, I crossed the street and got on the bus. People that were on the bus who already crossed the street saw the incident and made sure that I was ok before letting me on the bus. Everybody showed concern but one guy. Don't get me wrong, he showed me concern but he also had a look of confusion on him. Since I was running late, I took one look at him and then got on my bus (he took another route bus so I didn't get a chance to talk to him).
On the TTC bus, I started analyzing what happened. If I had taken one more step off of that curb, I would have been flattened like a pancake. What I felt wasn't like someone pulling my arm away from the curb; it felt like someone was hugging me from behind and pulling my whole body away from the curb. It felt like there was an arm around my chest/neck area and an arm around my stomach area (not an easy feat considering that I had my gym bag hanging over my left shoulder and the bag itself was on the right side and it would have gotten in the way). In the shock of the moment, I failed to realize that although I felt an arm around my chest/neck area and stomach area, I actually didn't see arms in those places. You know when someone touches you, you have the tendency to look down at the spot when some touches you; the thing is I didn't see it. I know many people are going to say that you were in shock and it happened in a matter of seconds but I would have known; it just felt different. Sorry, I couldn't put it into better words.
I got to work and I told my co-workers what happened and they were shocked but weird out also. Although I was working, this incident was at the back of my mind; I tried debunking everything and trying to figure out what happened and who saved me. I seriously did not want to think that this could have been a paranormal haunting (like one of my co-workers joked about).
Before someone asks me about what I felt during the incident, I felt SOMETHING and NOTHING. That's right, something and nothing at the same time. As many people know, different people have different ways of interacting with the spirit world and for me (and like my mother and maternal grandmother), I most often feel/sense a spirit than actually see one (even though, that has happened to me also). I also would see them mostly in dreams. In this case, I didn't feel any fear or comfort or safety or anything but I did feel that the person who pulled me back was a guy with muscles and he was taller than me. That's what confused me; if someone of the paranormal state actually saved me, wouldn't I have felt some kind of emotion from this spirit? Here is something else that confused me even more.
Remember, in the beginning, I told you that one of the guys on the same bus as me had a confused looked to him? Well, I saw him later that day. I had to work overtime a little bit on Friday and so by the time I got to Scarborough Town Centre station, it was around 6:30pm and he was waiting on the platform at the station for the same GO bus. When I saw him, I went up to him and asked why he had the confused look on his face in the morning. He looked at me really uncomfortable at first then he decided to tell me. He said that he saw the incident with the bus and when the bus passed, he saw me and my shadow but behind my shadow was another shadow but no actual human being behind me. That's what confused and scared him at the same time. He described the shadow as been about a few inches taller than me with my shadow head going to his shadow shoulders and he saw the shadows of his arms around my stomach and chest. The guy also mentioned that the shadow looked to be a male because he looked like he had muscles.
The guy mentioned that when he saw me moments ago, he was debating on whether to tell me or not because he thought I would question his sanity (I had to smile at that one as I know this might be how everyone on this site feels the first time we see something unexplainable). I told him not to worry because I felt the arms around me when I got pulled back and when I turned to see who it was, there was nobody there. The guy actually looked physically relieved when I told him that. He told me that he hoped he didn't have to go through that again. I had to smile at that again.
What I don't understand is why I didn't get any emotion from this spirit that saved me? I felt that it was a muscled guy who was taller than me and it was confirmed by the guy from the bus but I didn't feel anything else from him, no good or evil feelings, or no "Thank God I save that person", no nothing. My only reason is that because it happened out of the blue and so quickly, my brain didn't register the emotions.
I don't know who this person is or even if he is good or bad (I would say good because he saved my life) but I am thankful for what he did; I would have been dead if I wasn't pulled back when that bus turned.