Thanks to you all once again who have supported me through my experiences, I feel quite relieved to read your comments are actually agreeing with me and that I'm not just going insane. This post comes more or less straight after my most recent one; as I did mention I would tell you about this experience.
After the encounter in the waiting room at the hospital with the Demon (shape shifter as some of you referred this to) it became pretty quiet for a while. A while being a week or so, which felt pretty good considering I was constantly looking over my shoulder waiting for it to make its next move. It took all my pride to confide in a few people about what had happened to me at the hospital. Those few people being family members and the other my girlfriend. I can't explain why I'm so hesitant to speak to people about this, I guess this is why I'd rather share it with you guys who don't personally know me, even though I have shared quite a few things about my personal life with you. None the less, none of you still actually know me. I guess this makes it easier. I hope that makes sense?
One family member actually thought I needed admitting in to some kind of psychiatric ward. 'You've had a lot of things happen in the past few years, you just need some help.' Truth is yeah I do need help but not the kind she was referring to. There are some people you can tell these things to until you're blue in the face but they are 100% sure they are right, exactly like I was before all this started happening a year ago. Wow, a year ago.
Roughly around 11 days after my last encounter I was waiting for my girlfriend to finish off getting ready, it was Saturday night and she was going out with two of her friends. She had asked me to drop her off. As I was waiting I suddenly had this sense of dread sweep over me yet again, I quickly stood up and exited the living room to get a drink from the kitchen, and I suppose I was trying to avoid the feeling or run away from it. 'Hurry up babe!' I shouted to her, I wanted to get out of the house. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent a quick message to my mate Andy... Usual pint mate?... Most Saturday nights a group of us went to the local pub for a few, if not more! He texted back almost straight away confirming that he'd be in there. I impatiently shouted up to my girlfriend again, I didn't want to be in the house anymore. 'Stop rushing me!' She shouted back down. I started to pace all around downstairs, I looked at my watch 8:30pm. I noticed that the small living room window was open so I made my way over to close it, as I reached up to the window I saw a dark shadowy reflection enter the room and walk directly behind me. I spun round nervously hoping to see me girlfriend stood there but no one. I started to panic and sweat I was getting really hot now, I grabbed my keys and cigarettes off the side and made my way to the front door. 'I'll wait outside' I shouted up as I passed the stairs and opened the front door. I marched outside into the cool air and slammed the door behind me all sense of dread rapidly lifting. I wiped my forehead and lit a cigarette; my hand was shaking as I did. I felt dizzy and sick. It didn't take me long to calm down and half way through smoking the cig my girlfriend came out. I've never drove down the drive so fast in my life.
I told her what had happened, from first telling her she has never made fun and always come across quite worried. She offered to not go out but it was just stupid and I reassured her by letting her know I was going straight to the pub after dropping her off so I wouldn't be alone. By 8:55pm I had dropped her off in town, before driving off I sent Andy a text... Leaving now mate get the beers in... Having done the trip from town to my local pub many times before, I estimated by the clock in my car that I'd be there for around 9:15pm. What happened next is beyond me.
There's a shortcut I can do to the pub so I don't get caught in the traffic of taxis and people dropping others off for a night out, plus there are so many sets of traffic lights. So I turn off for this shortcut at the third set of lights I come to, it leads you down a series of narrow lanes and country side, they're usually pretty quiet so I can fly through at a reasonable speed, it does get quite dark so I tend to put my main beam lights on in my car so I can see where I'm going. However given the time of year they were quite light. I've got a CD on in my car that can be quite temperamental; occasionally it skips or gets stuck and repeats over and over. As I enter the lanes yet again this sense of dread sweeps over me, I feel the need to wind the window down or at least turn my air con on. I turned the volume up in the car in hopes that this will drown out the way I'm feeling. As I made my way round the windy lanes something suddenly made me slam on my brakes. I had a feeling something was standing in the middle of the road. I screeched to a sudden stand still and looked around. Realizing I was blocking the road from any upcoming cars I pulled into the closest lay by and got out of my car, the engine still running, music still blasting.
From the moment I stepped out of the car I noticed a sudden change in lighting, it was like whatever was left of the sun had disappeared behind a cloud or set completely, at the same time the CD began to skip. It didn't even attempt to try and recover itself it just switched off altogether. Thinking nothing of this I gave one last look around making sure no one was there and got back in the car. I took the scratched CD out and resorted to the radio. Driving off I noticed my petrol light had come on, but nothing was out of the ordinary, however I felt confused for pulling over and getting out of the car but I just concentrated on getting to the pub.
As I pulled out of the lanes I was around 5 minutes away, I glanced at the time on the dash board expecting my timing to be spot on and that it was nearly quarter past 9... I was shocked to see the time read 10:40pm. My eyebrows narrowed as I reached in my pocket for my phone and looked at the screen, 10:41pm and a message, okay so it was a minute ahead but it wasn't the right time. I flicked my jacket sleeve up and glanced at my watch... 10:40pm. I randomly laughed out loud to myself and gave a nervous look at myself in the rear view mirror, was this some sort of clever joke? How the hell could all 3 times state that we were now 1hour 40minutes ahead when only 5 minutes ago we were in the right time zone? I can't even explain what was going through my mind and I don't even know if what I have just written makes any sense to you. I pulled up in the pub car park and checked the message on my phone - Andy: You not out mate? - I went into the pub and obviously went through the debate of trying to catch my mates out into admitting they played some part in this, I told them what had happened they told me I was crazy and jokingly said I needed to lay off the drugs.
Since then I've had nightmares about that night and have gone over and over in my head and with others about what happened. All I can remember is what I have written.
I've done my own bit of research on anything that could shed some light on the subject and believe there is some sort of Hypnosis I can try... To relive that hour and 40 minutes of my life that's seemed to have disappeared into a black hole down a quiet country lane.