Philip J. Imbrogno, author of Files from the Edge, records the experience of a twenty-first century acquaintance and his joint TWIDDER with a fellow from the eighteenth century. So, I’ll call this a Back to the Past TWIDDER for Imbrogno’s experiencer. But was it? Or would it be more accurate to categorize it as a Forward to the Future spacetime slip for the from-the-past fellow? (See pp. 248-9.)
It was February 2006 and at about seven or so, I decided to take a walk out in the cold night air after dinner. I live near the reservoir in Kent Cliffs and in February, it’s frozen solid and safe for walking. I took a flashlight with me and headed out. The night was clear with a bright moon and the stars were flickering in the sky; it was quite beautiful despite the eight-degrees-above-zero temperature.
I shined the light ahead of me and saw someone walking toward me; it was still in the distance so all I saw was a shape. As it approached, it looked like the air around it was distorted, like looking through heat waves. As the figure got closer, it became clearer and that’s when I noticed it was a man, but he was dressed in strange clothes. He had long hair in a pigtail and was wearing old clothes, like from the eighteenth century.
What I thought was really strange was that he wasn’t wearing a coat and didn’t seem to be affected by the cold. We got closer to each other and he started looking at me like I was out of place.
We both stopped and I said, “How you doing?” He replied, “Good day, sir. Are you a resident of this town?” I said, “Yeah I am. Where do you live? Are you going to a costume party?” He replied, “Excuse me sir, YOU are the one in a costume, not me.”
I asked him how he could be walking on the ice on this cold winter night without a coat. He looked at me very strangely and asked me what I meant, saying that this was not a body of frozen water, but a field and it was a warm July night. He looked at me like I was some kind of freak, ran away, and vanished into the dark.