So we pulled up and parked in the parking lot of the Oceanside Carl's J and ordered some food. After eating, we went out to my car and began reviewing my cell phone recording. For some reason beyond my comprehension, EVPs work more often on my phone. It's interesting... Anyhow, we start with the most recent. At about a minute and thirty seconds, I ask "Why are our lives in danger out here after dark?" and swiftly get the response "Stay away from the water" by what sounds to be a young woman. Aside from that, we didn't really get anything else of paramount importance. As we drove away after reviewing all of our evidence and video, I peered up to see the 'g' on GO had became a 4. It now read '40'. I figured it was just my windows defrosting and carried on driving.
This next part sounds a bit far- fetched, but I swear it's true. I'll post a picture.
We get back to Highway 76 towards the freeway, and as we're driving, I feel a hand brush through the back of my hair. I swerve to slap it away and Clayton, being a bit woken up from the sudden bad driving spell, says "What was that about?" I told him and he was a bit spooked out by it. We drive on and I pull up on a car whose driver must have been 65 or so. He was driving fast and then, without warning, he'd slam his brakes. I pull back a bit. I noticed, maybe a bit tongue in cheek, that his last two characters on his license plate read "40". I point it out to Clayton and he says keep your distance. As we begin to turn on the freeway, Mr. 40 in front of me hits his brakes again, and I go to tap mine. Nothing. They suddenly kick back to life and stop me less than 2 feet from the back of Mr. 40's car. Coincidence? Possibly. Try dispelling THIS one, though.
While at the site of the bridge, Clayton found a bamboo walking stick and decided to bring it along. It was clearly modified to be a walking stick, with a handle and a distinct shape. He brought into my car and left it in the back seat. While driving, he asks me "Do you feel a burn on your back?" and I swear, as he asked me, I did. We finally get to his cousins house. As we stepped out of my car, I told him to take the stick out. It was kind of giving me bad vibes. So he obliged and we walked in to recount our story to his girlfriend, his cousin and his cousin's wife. We tell our tale and go relax in his cousin's lounge. As we're watching a movie on his computer, I feel something similar to what I imagine being stabbed feels like in my lower back. I cry out and stand up. I lift my shirt and say "Something just scratched me" and I hear Clayton say, "Oh my God dude. There is a giant cut across your back" We rush inside to show the others and come to the unanimous decision to burn the walking stick.
As we did, I felt better. A lot, lot better... So anyways, that's my story. It's all true. Thoughts?