How about one more posting on Alternate Reality spacetime slips? The following account is definitely a head scratcher of a TWIDDER.
Last night, Feburary 23, 2012, my friend Savanna and I (the friend who lives with me) got off work and rode home together. We arrived there at 10:29 p.m. While pulling into the driveway, I noticed that every light in the house was off, which is extremely strange. My parents always sit on the couch in the living room with at least the lamp on.
Before we entered the house, I tried calling the house phone, but there was no answer. I called my father’s cell phone; no answer. Lastly, when I attempted to reach my mother through her cell phone, she indeed answered the phone, but didn’t respond to anything I said. She did this twice.
On the phone with my brother, he advised us to go inside because my parents are known for the occasional practical joke. We entered through the garage and tried to get my dog to come with us. She stayed outside the door instead, which again seemed odd.
I turned on the hall light and proceeded to walk to my parents’ room and noticed that their bed sheets were hanging on the door. I walked in to see their mattress pulled off to the side of the bed. At this point I was a little on edge, so I jogged to the living room, calling out to them. But there was no response. Had they been there, they would’ve heard me. I still do not doubt that.
We left the house and got into my car to call my brother. He instructed us to meet him so he could come back with us and check it out. At this point my voice was shaking as bad as my hands had been.
This is where things get unusually scary.
BACK TO “NORMAL”
Not two minutes down the road, I received a text from my mother that read, “Are you two running late?” I called her and she was upset that we weren’t home. She sounded concerned and was about to send my dad out to look for us because we had not returned home.
I sped home in attempt to catch them in the prank. When I pulled into the driveway, things appeared normal. Upon entering the house, we noticed that their bed was neatly made and they were sitting on the couch watching The Housewives of Orange County. As always.
When we told them what had happened they looked baffled. “We have been sitting on this couch since seven, Chloe. Where have you been?” After explaining in more detail, they began to worry. My dad retreated to his room and my mother almost cried. They swore that they had been there for hours, but just minutes earlier Savanna and I had been in the same empty, dark room.
When I think back to last night, I notice now that when entering the house the first time something felt wrong. Almost as if we were not in a worldly dimension. It has bothered me ever since.
Where were we?
A retired teacher I may be, but collecting the extraordinary accounts of spacetime slips folks have documented keeps me busy. (Almost as busy as racing after 14 grandchildren!)